OVERDRIVE: Jaký je stav po 1. kole?

puvodni text basne v Eng, cesky preklad je na webu crossu:
http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1321/pg1321.txt

Pustina
http://pustina.crossclub.cz/

TRUCE: nahodou, uz znam jednoho cloveka, ktere bryle typu Budy Holly nosi kvuli tomu, ze blbe vidi ;]

You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one
of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king
size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the
subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie.

Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion,
written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers
of death and in fact trying to kill you and that, Pete, is the truth.

Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.
That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet.

zajimave http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Lodge%20Brother

kdybych o bratrovi z tajne loze rekla My lodge brother, mohl by se i urazit...

TRUCE: sketching while watching a dvd on the surrealist painter, rene magritte. Mixed media in a moleskine.

H.


Tool
Aenima



What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn my piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

TRUCE: luxusni, prave jsem se jej pokusil pochopit a nasledovne jej okamzite nevrhnul svojim kolegum programatorum pro reseni slozitejsich problemu naseho systemu automatizace televiznich studii. MYslim, ze v ramci supportni noci si takove navrhy mohu zcela klidne dovolit ;]

TRUCE: by me zajimalo, pod vlivem ceho ten jazyk vzniknul

OVERDRIVE: ale kdyz si je pak zpetne prohlizim, za tim takzvane hranym vyrazem je jista podstatna informace o stavu byti
takze fotim dal
abych mohla traceovat historii pouhym pohledem

Proste ideologicky trance.

Se mi libilo, ze v Crossu byly dekorace Cross a tecka. Kdyz hral Xenomorph.
A bylo to silnejsi nez cokoli jineho, vim ze jsem tehdy premyslela o teto divne subkulture,
jako o fakt zajimavym fenomenu (asi fakt dobry huleni:)
ktery bych ukazala nekterym svym znamym co to neznaji, a jak by se na to tvarili
asi si pamatuju svoje setkani s ruznymi scenami, a pronikani do jejich morfogenetickych poli...

[ _-=Coiled Snake=-_ / partyparty / 10.4.2010 / CR - Praha - Club Central Station, Sabinova 2, Praha 3 - Žižkov ]

mozna zajdu ale neodpustim si poznamku, ze by ty priserny dekorace nemuseli rvat aspon na dark psytrance akci, ktera je navic v klubu s temnymi dekoracemi az no.

Gilles Deleuze said: "Si vous etes pris dans le reve de l'autre, vous etes foutu" - if you are caught in another's dream, you are lost.

Anxiety is nothing...

but repeatedly re-experiencing failure in advance. What a waste.

[and a bonus from George Orwell: "In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act."]

(seth`s blog)

I'm mad at everyone
===============

No, not you. Not anyone in particular, actually.

I'm angry at the idea of 'everyone' and what they want and what they say.

Everyone says you should do your site and your online presence a certain way.

Everyone is upset at what you did.

Everyone is frustrated at the slow pace government is getting this done.

Everyone knows you should listen to your customers and do what they say.

Everyone knows that our school is wasting money.

Everyone says you need to go to a 'good' college.

You get the idea. That everyone.

The one that's almost always wrong.



http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/