I could testify too.

A smoke.One cigarette smoke.You can think about so many thinks in one cigarette smoke.You think about your own life at the moment.About the whole world at the moment.About all the shit in the fuckin universe.Honestly,i think that's why i smoke.I'm not calm when i smoke.I don't need cigarettes to calm myself.I calm myself with some good music.I smoke so i can think more clearly.With every smoke i take from the cigarette,it burns away,just as my thoughts.And the thing is,you enjoy every bit of that cigarette.Except the end.That sucks.Just like life.The end of life sucks.Cause ya die.At the cigarette,the end burns.So,fuck you.I'm gonna smoke till my fuckin lungs are black as the souls of the people on this crappy earth.Like i'd give a fuck about them.Fuck ya.Word up.

Bah in ultimele zile am fo chiar happy.Si damn,ma simt bine.I missed this shit.Let's get wasted people.Have fun.Fuck the world.And fuck off if you don't like the pic.

Hm.I bet you heard this one before.A guy tryin to say "C'mon people let's change this world."Well,this one ain't gonna be like that.Eu zic asa.Let's fuck up this world.Let's fuck it up so bad that the shitty "Save the planet" signs are gonna be used to whipe are asses with it.Let's fuck it up so bad that the president is gonna give out crack to kids.Hai sa renuntam la cacaturi de genu sa salvam stratu de ozon si sa reciclam chestii.That's not even our biggest problem.Why the fuck do we care about the little things?Noi avem razboaie si genociduri  peste tot,dar ce ne intereseaza pe noi?Sa avem copaci verzi.I say this.Fuck the trees,but don't fuck up the people of this planet.Daca tot sunteti cu salvarea pamantului si bla bla.Asta implica si salvarea oamenilor ya fuckin dicks.But who am i to speak?Fuck you Mr.President.Word up.

A trecut cu greu o saptamana de scoala.Ieee.NOT.It sucked.It simply sucked donkey ass.O saptama asa de shitty mai rar.Prima zi oke.Am stat cateva ora intr-o multime ingramadita incercand sa-mi gasesc colegii pe care nu ii cunosteam.Apoi am plecat pana in I*rish si o fo oke.A 2-a zi deabia am observat in ce deep shit suntem cu totii.Cu totii referindu-ma la fostii colegi din 8-a care inca mai sunt cu mine in clasa.I mean,wtf.O clasa in care IN PAUZA ii liniste de se aude si daca ragai??Desigur,fiecare dintre noi am inceput sa incercam sa ii mai inviem pe astia.Dar...nothin.Fuckin nothin.Doar noi vorbim si atat.Oke inteleg ca like sunteti noi in scoala,nu ne cunoastem si whatever the fuck.Dar,people,SAY FUCKIN SOMETHING.Un ciau,un ce faci...heh m-as multumi sincer si c-un duten pula mea.Dar...nothin.Nimeni nu zice nimic.Asta ii UN lucru shitty.Al doilea,profii.Nu stiu din ce cauza,profii doresc cel putin sa ne priveasca ca si cum noi am fi ceva zei ai cunosterii.Inteleg faza cu testele initiale.Dar,c'mon.I don't know shit from the 8th grade.Si chestia asta ii logica.Nimeni nu mai stie nimic.Doar nu o sa ma pun acuma sa invat ca dam testele initiale care nici nu or sa fie trecute in catalog.Dar ei se asteapta sa luam 10."Sa vad la ce grad e clasa".Pai daca o luam asa la matematica vom invata sa numaram si la romana sa scriem.Exagerez.Dar nu-i nici too far away from the truth.Sper ca lucru asta sa se mai schimbe.Si sa inceapa these fuckers sa vorbeasca.We ain't gonna kill ya....Word up.

Hai sa vedem daca ghiciti ce.It's shitty si incepe maine.Exact.School.Actually,is destul de entuziasmat de chestia asta.Vreau sa vad ce colegi o sa am.Ce profesori.Si dinastea.Desigur,dupa like o saptamana o sa fiu again in starea "FUCK THIS SHIT!".Asta e.That's what school is for.To fuck you up,right?Ah,pardon.Scoala ii pentru educatie si pentru a ne invata cum sa traim in societate.Yeah right.Who the fuck believes that?Probabil doar o fosta colega de a mea.Un lucru ii sigur.We ain't gonna be able to do nothing anymore.We are gonna be too fucked up to give a shit if we are bored or not.We are gonna be in a continous state of "fucked upness".Da,am folosit "fucked up" de 3 ori deja.Got a problem with that?So sue me.I dare ya.I double dare ya motherfucker.Pulp Fiction.Nevermind.Hope you are ready.Actually i don't.Good luck fuckos.Word up.

Everyone has one.I gotta have one too.Un post in care sa spun ca se termina vacanta si sa spun ce am facut vara asta.Eu de ce sa nu am.Am facut multe vara asta.A lot.Dar n-am chef sa povestesc.Cea mai placuta amintire ii asta.Eram la bro acasa.Doar noi doi.Era vreo 2 noaptea.Si eram in spate la casa.Stateam.Sorbeam cate o cafea.Fumam cate o tigara.Si vorbeam.That's the best memory of mine from this summer.So,we'll see what's gonna happen from now on.Word up.

Primu post care-l scriu fiind happy.Ciudat,n-am mai simtit senzatia asta de ceva timp.The thing is,sunt happy dintr-un motiv nu foarte important.Nici nu trebuie sa il cunosteti.Important e ca postu asta e un post happy.De ce nu am fi toti happy?Ar fi o lume seaca.Whatever.Damn,pana acuma dupa al...3-lea rand observ ce cacaturi scriu cand is happy.So,cititorii mei dragi.Hm.Kiddin.Nu-mi sunteti dragi.Doar cativa.Unde eram.Deci va rog,nu bagati ce scriu la suflet.Hai sa scriu ce-mi trece prin cap.Ascult o muzica.Tocmai am fumat cea mai buna tigara pe care am fumat-o in viata mea.Ma gandesc.La ce?La nimic.Ce fac?Scriu.Ce?Nu stiu.Si ce daca am scris ca ascult "o muzica"?Fuck you.Pun pariu ca nici nu a-ti observati.Daca scriam cum lumea asta goes to hell,erati atenti.Atunci,de ce mi-ati fi dragi?Exactly.So,enjoy the rest of the evening.Like i'd give a fuck if you enjoy it or not.Word up.

Blessed are the criminals that pursue crime as a hobby
As soldier who kill the enemy for fun
As hookers prostituting for joy.

Tall trees and submarines
Skin deep abrasions.
God's children serving dearly
Should be forgiven.

Jeffery are you listening?

Are you listening?

Out of their fierce bellies.
Like a swordfish dance hall metholyptus cough drops you on your ass.

I'm encountering a strange revival
That of the mind.
Thinking,un-obsessed,scrutinizing
Mechanism of our human experience.

Unlike the staggering loop forced contemplations
Of the ego based mind of trouble and canoes.

I am rencountering the thriving pinnacle
Of the expansive existential thought processes.

Jeffery are you listening?

Out of their fierce bellies.
Like a swordfish dance hall metholyptus cough drops you on your ass.

On the other foot,
Why not laugh?
Laugh of well being,
For it is that which drives us men to evolve.

Its the trick of life,Jeffery are you fucking listening?

We are freezing standing in front of our electric heaters,nuking our food.
We are tired of your transparent "Who pays the bills sets the ways" foreign policy.
We are tired of sending our troops to foreign soils to die,not knowing why,and who's interest they were sacrificed for.
We are ashamed to see the way you take care of your people,by cutting social services,and aid to those most in need.

Explain me something
How could the richest country in the world have starving children?

Heres the fucking point
Nations and their governments should provide,protect,and serve it's citizens.
Not the interest of the multinationals.

Jeffery are you listening?

De la inceput vreau sa spun ca acest post este o dedicatie pentru my good friend and co-blogger,Jane.Jane Croitoru.So,eram in S*vi.Si am inceput sa discutam despre parul pubian al unei tipe.Nu dau nume.Eu,prieten bun fiind cu Jane,i-am explicat."Jane,tipa asta nui tipa,ii o creatura cu o padure amazoniana intre craci.Si credema,stiu despre ce vorbesc aici.Asta nu-i plimbare in parc,nici macar intr-o padurice.Aici ii vorba de a freakin jungle.Cu maimute,tigri si tot felu de cacaturi."Dar l-am calmat totusi povestindu-i un pic de mica mea padurice.Eu am un plan.La un moment dat,o sa chelesc,right?Cred ca deja va-ti prins dar hai sa o spun si pentru cei mai inceti.O sa imi trebuiasca o peruca.Daca nici acuma nu v-ati prins hell knows what's wrong with you.Si am inceput sa ii explic."Jane,eu am un parc de distractii acolo.Ai auzit de NeverLandu lu Michael Jackson?Ala ii cacat.Eu am animale,vrajitori,chiar carusele.Dar totusi,nu vrei sa vizitezi padurea aia."Mai subtil cred ca nu puteam povesti asta.Jane,sa traiesti o mie de ani.Ne vedem maine la cartofi.Word up

It's 01:29.Ascult Audioslave-Revelations.Citesc bloguri de cacat.Is obosit.De ce nu ma culc?Fuck knows.Vreau sa va bag in cap mai multe cacaturi.Vreau sa va irositi in continuare minute pretioase din viata citindu-mi cacatu asta.Despre ce vreti sa cititi?Hm.Let's see.How about we speak about somethin new this time.Why do strangers seem to care about other strangers?Sa va explic.Eram in statia de tramvai.N-aveam bricheta.Ma duc sa cer un foc unui tip mai in varsta.Sa zicem..50 de ani.Tipu imi da o bricheta.Ma intorc sa plec,cand,spre uimirea mea.Tipu se simte obligat sa faca o remarca.Imi spune: "Baiete ar trebui sa le lasi."Now,let's think this straight.Why the fuck would he care?Why would he care about my life?Does he care what happens to me?If i die of cancer?If i don't get in the school i want?If i will end up without any money because of the cigarrettes?No.Then,why did he told me that.Inteleg ca suntem obligati sa ne prefacem ca noi defapt suntem o tara unita in care toti ne intelegem intre noi si ne iubim unul pe altul.Dar,de ce sa ne prefacem?In ce fel ne ajuta pe noi?I don't get it.Dar,as i always do,because i'm a perfect citizen,i walked away and didn't say a thing.Eh ce pot zice.Nu ma marcat chestia asta.Nu ma afectat deloc.Doar ca mi-am dat seama inca o data cat de proastai societatea in care traim.Word up.

I AM BOREEEED!So fuckin bored my own bordness is bored.Si in plus,am cam racit.Asa ca stau in casa,pur si simplu asteptand sa se intample ceva.Desi in interiorul meu stiu ca nu se va intampla absolut nimic.Nu o sa intre nimeni la mine pe usa si sa urle "BAH HAI LA UN PARTY!!!".Nu,maxim o sa vina maicamea sa zica hai sa vorbim.That's all.Asa ca i'm again alone.Lonely.Nothin to do.Just waiting for this god damn summer to end.Sa inceapa scoala.Vreau sa am din nou nervi.Sunt prea relaxat.Asa de chill...Daca in secunda asta ar veni un meteorit si ar lovi Pamantu,stiti care ar fi ultimu meu gand?"Shit,nu mi-am aprins macar o tigara."I don't care.Is asa de chill incat ar putea veni oricine la mine sa inceapa sa ma bata.As rade.Nu as face absolut nimic.Imi vine pur si simplu sa cad jos si sa...nici nu stiu sa ce.Whatever.Nici nu mai scriu ca is prea bored.Word up.

It's late.God damn.It's...ah i can't even fuckin see the clock.I'm listenin to some good fuckin music.TriggerFinger.I wish i had a cigarre.Yeah,that would be nice.Let's make this thing a little confession.What do you say?What the fuck,you can't even say nothing.The world's so fucked up.We are told we are free.Fuck that.We're not.Not one bit.Who cares?I know i don't.I can still do whatever i want.This thing ain't gonna be my glamorous masterpiece.This is gonna be a huge piece of shit.Huge waste of your time.Don't know why the fuck you're still reading this crap.Really.Don't have anything better to do?Go help a old lady cross the street.Help your mom with the chores.Do something...usefull.But,you won't.You're still gonna stay here.You're gonna read this shit.And you're gonna think.What the fuck was in this god damn son of a bitch's mind when he wrote this crap?Well,i can tell ya that.Absofuckin nothing.A lot of crap.Can't even say what.Maybe i'm thinking "Huh you people are reading my crap and from courtesy you're gonna say that it's awsome."Well,the thing is i don't give a fuck about you.Yeah,that's right.You could jump off a building and I wouldn't care.Not one bit.The strange is,you don't care that i don't care.That's just how fucked up the world is.Gotcha ya thinkin a bit huh?Maybe yes,maybe no.It's late.I can't see the clock and i don't give a fuck about that.Word up.