Showing posts from December 13, 2015

vulgar herd

Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article of the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that makes up this article and put them all in a bag.
Shake gently.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are—an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.

—Tristan Tzara, 1920

I’ve started a discussion with you

Max invited you to a discussion in Evernote. Accept invitation Evernote is the one workspace you need.
Collect ideas and work on projects together.For support requests, please contact us by going to our support page.This email has been sent to you by Evernote Corporation (or its subsidiary). Evernote Corporation, 305 Walnut Street, Redwood City, CA 94063, USA. Unsubscribe

I don't own anything

Damn if I didn't just go walking and find some horses A man-made lake and some trees Came back to my room all covered in sweat Here at the Swiss Waldhaus Hotel Filled out an application for a work visa For Japan and Australia It's been a few weeks since I've left home And I feel out of place And out of my element I work from 7 at night Until 5 AM when the AD says "Wrap" And a runner named Fabio flashlights me back to my hotel before the sun comes up Then I get in my bed and talk with my girl on the phone to the birds chirping How the hell did I end up playing myself in an Italian film Set in a ski town in Switzerland? Damn if I didn't just go walk in the yard, so alone on [?] I felt like Jimmy Page walking the mountains out behind Aleister Crowley's house It was too dark, and it got so cold That I turned back around Came back to my room, read Graham Nash's Wild Tales Til I fell asleep to the sound The sound of the birds The birds of Flims Yeah I&…

Ан Дрян Cunt

felul de a vorbi - cu buzele inainte, gura rotunjita, si cuvinte cladite ca niste caramizi - e fix a ca al nasului. 2 pizdiuci. un wannabe cu studii occidentale dar mentalitate de maldavenist si un napoleon in cușmă de cârlan și paneatii - un gandon de celuloza viseaza sa devina un gandon de latex, tare bine lubrefiat. cel dintai se lubrefiaza, da se lubrefiaza de-i pârâie curul.

We gonna shoot the dogs, cum de facut rost de adresele lor de domiciliu?