Cumamdevenitcamil's Weblog

yes I sit next to a computer entering a, b, c <iostream> and dozens of statements nobody understands me as I breath through libraries and lines what’s the next sequence should it be a for looping or an undressed while do begin was in pascal in c there’s no beginning it’s an including main function using a header declaring variables so nice I spent some time thinking about Fibonacci and couldn’t find a way to even numbers (why are odd numbers odd?)  but I was mistaken is this life yes it is a life of discovery of interrupting electronic circuits of bombing them with data and where’s poetry mister it is in the computer in each sequence in each line and thought you pour down via keyboard.

Romanian working class – nostalgia and laziness. Did they really appreciate Ceausescu’s regime as much as they say? Self-loathing is the wound of communism! How dare they even mention missing Ceausescu! 2010 and they miss communism! Puke! I would like to spread my vomit on Ceausescu and those fucking nostalgic proletarians!

It’s not only a question of intelligence…it’s a question of humanity – they don’t seem to know anything about Monica Lovinescu and other victims of communists’ violence. They keep on blaming the economic crisis. Philosophical proletarians…I’m all tears!

One summer night seagulls attacked me in their shadow I was made up then the wings blew me out however there’s something embodied in this cracked thorn they were left without any food spiders eat every piece of earth savage exploiters of ideas webs are built on structures on principles yes he was a witty spiderman with clothes on disturbing moments fearful objects unmasked gratitude each sign permeates their flights vengeful thoughts in mirrors grace medicines for birds catalogs and thrashed feet singles blooming in vain published in towels corresponding to his death oh the campaigns oh the songs oh the literacy der Mund und die Kreide phones are fitted into landscapes give me a couple of mobiles to infringe upon surrealisms and take your leaves say good bye general and his beloved wife who cheated on him with a seagull they are so short and their breaks create breaks like water cleaning knobs rushing pictures oh no those smiles which captured beauty which laid on shirts plunged into computers discouraged memories oh no this ant has no fright this man is a killer who tries the bag on tongues slipping in oceans cradles of nuts juices crates hospitalizing money and justifying slavery with lust clocks doping each fridge stove glasses please liver live for your own sake my name is narcissus I’m an author of sluggish words dumping me in silence sounds like blushing.

Kingdoms suck they are so great Queen X sucks she is so great Ann L sucks she is so awesome dear G blurs me but look at his liver oh no it is giant his sister is married with Cinema Y teardom and laughdom parasites green muscles embroidered hey I say hello don’t interrupt me please do it if I’m mistaken they are seldom accused of being entitled as Trojans and Viruses they never cure they surely know what is not going on with fetuses oh Lord how she starts yelling why why oh why there’s this birth this nuclear attack.

I’m sorry for this text. I’m a crook )