From my bitter hand black birds escape and twisted thoughts spawn from my mind.

I can picture you wash in black and green.

I dress like morning dew and try to slip under your arms.

I was always calm. I was always tame. I but now I hear sounds.

doof doof.

I feel dizzy. I feel Pain.

doof doof.

I smell iron, I smell salt.

doof doof

I think I am Bleeding.

doof doof

This must be Spring.

It’s easy to tell from the sound my head makes when I bang it to the wall.

In my dreams your presence carries tranquility. In reality it carries fear.

Fear that the path leading at you may be a false one.

We kissed behind a blank paper I tasted your skin, lips and breath until you where gone. Out you went, you said, to take out the garbage.

In a field full of roses in the back of a truck I emerged, wondering around looking for you.

And it all ended with a bang. I Clocked in and I was back in Alice’s wonderland I clocked out and I opened my eyes.

There were no rabbits…there were no rabbit holes, but your white aura smiling back at me.

I crave to taste you again.

When I look into the sky I see bright dots dancing.

I no more controll a thing, maybe I never did.

The air feels stale, I dream of dancing. I dream of a slim soft shadow refocusing my purpose.

The strings are gone. I am lost but smiling.

Nonsense defines love and I got lots of both.

Clean the mess. I wont weep for the jar nor for its contents.  I shall not weep for the floor or  the carpet (lovely though as it may “was”). Ill weep for tasting success.

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In the mean time from my last post, i read lots of discworld novels but for the time being…no mood for writing about them have came to its senses. I loved them all though as usual.

]]> http://elasticode.wordpress.com/2009/12/27/red/feed/ 0 tougo http://elasticode.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/the-imaginarium-of-dr-parnassus/ http://elasticode.wordpress.com/2009/11/30/the-imaginarium-of-dr-parnassus/#comments Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:00:22 +0000 elasticrash http://elasticode.wordpress.com/?p=60 ]]> It took a bit more than 2 months, from its release date, to arrive at theaters nearby (thats Greece).

So we choose a not nearby one. People do anything, even go that far in order to enjoy some lovely company.

It was worth the trouble in every respect. The imaginarium is the every people fantasy and dreams. The world will keep on spinning because there are stories to be told.

When the stories end, the world ends. In some respect, it is somewhat true.

Lots of people didn’t like the movie but Ill dare and say that they didn’t bother to grasp it.  They cannot perceive that happy colors and nasty figures, hide a deeper meaning not obvious to the untrained eye (apparently)

Tom Waits was amazing. The Devil, Death and such like figures are always interesting but Tom Waits gave The Devil a human like aura and grief that made it unique.

Their tastes in modern cuisine is probably what got them mixed up on the whole “prince” subject. Kissing a frog is not recommended, especially when you take into consideration the fact that some (that means a lot) are well….poisonous.

Frog actually isn’t really a name, if you dig down into linguistic history, mix a few old english, dutch, old norse you will see that frog actually means “to jump”.

Don’t go around frogging around you make me dizzy. So instead of kids …frogs got stuck with frogging.

Also I don’t get why an ugly person usually is called a “frog” …lots of them are pretty cute (see pic).

*no frogs were abused (against their own will) while writing this post. Any frogs stating other wise….well they are probably just a bunch of PATHETIC LIARS!!!.

Then Rincewind will rise again.

It actually took me less than a week to finish this one. I enjoyed it a lot.

To be total honest the whole lamp part was a bit lame (but I guess its cause I don’t really particularly like any Alladin-like dudes, the real thing is not excepted either)

The return of Rincewind is accompanied by the return of chaos and confusion in all levels of reality…and in some levels of imagination as well. And when death goes away….it always has the last saying…it naturally comes with the job anyway.

4/5

CHAPTER 1

It is said that once you start reading books non stop it is likely that one day you will attempt to write something yourself. This may be absolutely true but how many do actually complete this try.

Films about people writing books are proven to be dull. Also known as “Slow death through a boring story”. On the other hand, books are awesome, even paperbacks, cause the reader can imagine things better than the average filmmaker. Fantasy can do miracles, while lack of imagination can do a lot more. Boredom has that effect on people.

Slowly Albert opened his eyes. The mobile phone has ranged for the 3^rd time. Handy little devils, among other things, they even replaced alarm clocks. Being able to schedule an alarms at multiple times is pretty handy, especially when the battery ain’t drained.

He moved slowly in making a big curve with his body and easily managed to put his mind to do the impossible. Wearing slippers. He never liked wearing slippers. So after a step he decided to progress in life barefoot. Each step heavy with guilt, she had the bad habit of following him at every step.

Thoughts occurred in the following order.

Pants.

Shirt.

Coat.

Oh …socks

Shoes and Coffee. Hello cat.

The cat was orange with a white stripe on her face and she usually went by the name of Syl, but today he left it at her dreams and adopted something among the lines of Esmeralda. Syl had to do though, since the human not being able to understand meows she could not demand anything. Lack of communications you see.

Humans and cats get along by mere understanding.

Understanding is a rare quality that few posses these days.

The cat meowed again being thirsty. Maybe I should bother to jump on for small talk onto the neighbor’s cat.

And to add above that, people that know me, know very well that once I start reading a certain series…it is absolutely certain at that point that I will read the whole bunch. Sometimes even a bit more.

I will even dream it and in a way even experience it from first hand.

This book is about Death. Not death like “my uncle died last summer” but  Death himself, in bones (no flesh).

The door keeper of the other life, the usher of souls. People usually have one chance to see him…and its mainly by dying. Wizards and Witches can see him all the time. But a lucky few (that aint wizards) got the honor of seeing him everyday.

Experience life (or death) through the bones and eyes of Death.

Unique novel. I totally enjoyed it. As much as I did Equal Rites.