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21:12 

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See this blue sky in the room?

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@темы: Игра слов

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01:18 

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push-pull

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@темы: MHP, Игра слов

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02:01 

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I'm indefinitely Heisenberg posing as J.P., striving to become G.F..

@настроение: sleepy

@темы: Игра слов, just a thought

20:32 

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"Молчание крольчат".

@темы: DM, Игра слов

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14:40 

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I had exactly one dream last night, because I didn't get much sleep being drunk and all. I admit, it was kind of strange, since it took place at World Poker Championship, and I clearly saw some familiar faces, that I remember from seeing on TV. Anyways, the game is absolutely intense and I keep playing, and calling, and raising, but I have know idea what my cards are. I just couldn't see my cards, as if they very these random pictures with symbols on them, that were completely unfamiliar to me. So, I recognize a bunch of famous poker players I saw like two or three times in my life, but I don't recognize the cards. Interesting. I keep on playing anyway, somehow managing to win, being oblivious to the whole cards situation. Last round. The guy with the dark glasses goes all in, and those two players left go all in too, as for me...I take a look at my cards, and I decide to fold. In ignorance, I take another look at my cards. Suddenly everything starts to make sense to me, and I see...Spade Royal Flush. It's incredibly ironic, if you ask me. I decide to fold, only to realize that I could've had it all; I could've won, but I probably wouldn't have been able to see the cards, I lost (and if you ask me, that's exactly what happened) - I saw them. It got me thinking about things a value most. Apparently, either way it's a lose-lose situation, or... maybe cards just aren't my thing.

@настроение: sleepy

@темы: HDA, MHP, delusion of possession, Игра слов

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20:35 

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Bullshitter.

@темы: Игра слов

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23:10 

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01:14 

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Elvis. Fun! Banana milkshake - yuuum! I can honestly cell my soul for the damn thing))). Poor waiter. LeOff - you're officially on my hate list.

Vanya's bar fun, up until around 11 pm, when I got the call. I don't know, I must be devastated, and probably I am too, but it's not showing. Then again, I tend to have a delayed response on things that actually concern me. =)

There's something else I'd like to add to this entry, but my head is killing me, so I'll take a rain check on the latter.

 

p.s. once again the day tongue was saved, thanks to the powerpuff girls changed circumstances. (chuckle)


@настроение: the mood is okay, but my state not so much

@темы: EW 101, DM, C'est la vie, HDA, and so it is, Игра слов

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01:07 

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"We have an arsenal of weapons at the ready: antibiotics to kill infections; narcotics to fight pain; scalpels and retractors to remove tumors and cancers to eradicate the threat...but just the physical threat. For every other kind you're on your own."

©


@настроение: fabulous

@темы: quotes, Игра слов

02:32 

Dublin

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Из диалога:

"Жизнь представляет собой игру в шахматы, но играть в неё нужно исключительно так, как играл в бы шашки." ©

А почему? Каждый из нас решает для себя. It's all a matter of how you look at it ;)...and in the end it's always "whatever works".

@настроение: хорошее

@темы: Игра слов, quotes, WW, DM, Мысли вслух

17:46 

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Not to make my diary turn into some sort of "Elephant Chronicles" newspaper, but I'm here with a prime time update:

The condition of the imaginary patient is constantly changing from better to worse. Some time ago (I don't remember when exactly), it ripped off its iv bag, and took itself off life support. It even became pink again), which was a) inexplicable b) unexpected c) fatuous. Then it got sick again, and I had to once again take care of it. The whole thing is like a freakin' roller coaster ride.

Remember I said earlier about not being an animal person? I might as well become one, because elephants, unlike human beings have enough decency not to stick their long trunks everywhere ignorantly and persistently.


p.s. i was thinking of making a new tag "хроники слоника". sure, sounds like fun, but i'm not going do it, because tags, unlike delusional conditions and anything else in this world, are supposed to be permanent.


@настроение: must have chocolate

@темы: Игра слов, MHP, EW 101

17:32 

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Something about these words: conundrum, caramel, chagrin, cockamamie and cookie of course.

@музыка: John Mayer - Gravity

@настроение: sleepy like hell

@темы: Игра слов, just a thought

00:08 

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space reserved for another just a thought entry



I wrote Pink elephant has left the building”, but the truth is - it’s still there. It’s a different elephant now, though: it’s shrinking, it’s no longer as huge as it use to be, and its color is constantly changing from shade to shade. I can’t even keep track of these metamorphoses! Another difference is that it’s no longer standing in one place watching me with these incredibly thoughtful eyes that radiate bitterness and inexplicability - now it’s migrating from corner to corner of my “room”, expressionless and languorous. It’s like it wants to tell me something, but won’t speak up, because…well, for starters it’s an elephant, doesn’t matter whether it’s an imaginary one or not.))) It’s a damn shame I don’t speak Elephant))), because I’m sure there’s a lot we could talk about. I’m not an animal person, really: I’m growing to be a people person (well, at least I’m trying to be, suppressing all the misanthropic thoughts that pilgrimize through my head), so I have no idea what to do with the damn elephant. I think the poor thing is dying, so I’m going to put it on a life support for a while. Once it dies, I’ll wait till it decomposes. After that, there won’t be anything else for me to do, but to gather its skeleton, put it in my closet, shut the door and hang a huge padlock on it.

I liked the old elephant, though). It was so pink, and pep, and it was growing these shiny strasses on its back))). It was so much fun to observe it. I was determined to kindly banish it from the room as it was, but unfortunately I didn’t make it on time.

The moral of this story is:
Elephant is no Elvis – it can’t leave the premises on its own.

Here’s another thought: maybe, just maybe, I should find a 800 lb gorilla and put it in the same room with the dying elephant, to bring the latter back to life? Or should I just let the poor creature die in agony? I don’t really know the answers to these questions, but I sure like the metaphor. It has a point. Then again, if things go south, how and where am I going to hide the skeleton of the giant ass gorilla?


Okay, before I say anything else, that will make people doubt my sanity I’m going to wrap this one up, and go change my elephant's iv bag.

To be continued...



запись создана: 28.04.2010 в 20:45

@музыка: Pink Floyd - The Great Gig in the Sky

@настроение: funneh =)

@темы: Игра слов, just a thought, EW 101, Coming soon!

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21:32 

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It feels sort of strange, unintelligible even. I wanted a peace of mind so bad, and I got it, but it feels so wrong (so much for being careful what you wish for...).

All the thoughts and idée fixes I had constantly strolling through my head, got caught up in some kind of diffusion. I can no longer put the scattered pieces together and form a comprehensive opinion, or a feeling for that matter. My dreams have become insipid: I only see black and white dreams, that have nothing to do with life; with me; with anything that's important to me. Just random scenes from books and movies I have yet to check out, and it makes it even weirder.

I'm stuck somewhere between the two vu's: jamais et déjà. I'm not looking for a way out, though. Not yet.


@темы: delusion of possession, Obsession, Игра слов

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