na ekana apto antikeimeno tin peran-pasas-fandasias monaxia, afinondas to LA, epistrefondas sti NYC, nothing waiting but work and responsibilities, na tin valw panw se ena trapezi na tis petame velakia, i na tin kanoume stare contest.
i’m beyond absofuckinglutely exhausted from being petrifuckingfied twentyfuckingfour hours a fucking day, about everyfuckingthing.
I started taking a little ginkgo biloba to strengthen my memory, typically oxymoronic and directly opposed to my plight to forget.
Two steps forward, two steps back.
making it work in the real world, is proving more and more difficult.
i’m only good at illusions, paid in monopoly money.
“It’s the happiest break up that’s ever been. We grew so much together and now we can send each other off with a kiss and great love. I am happy as a bluebird. I wake up every morning just tweeting. I love being on my own for the first time in my adult life. I highly recommend it. I may never be in another relationship as long as I live. I love deepening my friendships and I like being on my own.”
someone said that.
g. texted:
“..και για καληνύχτα μια ατάκα της Μαλβίνας:
-Σήμερα τί φοβάσαι πιο πολύ Μαλβίνα;
– Να γυρίσει κάποιος και να μου πει ” Κάποτε σε αγαπούσα.”
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A rainstorm in Buenos Aires. It’s summer here, in December. This place smells, sounds and feels so much like Athens, I was so taken aback and flooded with sensory memories and ghosts. Of that 2009 Summer of death. Wish I could share B.A. with you.
In a car, en route to the airport. Flying to Buenos Aires tonight, for a shoot.
So exhausted from a kind of life that is devoid of tenderness. Alla…
When lilacs return in spring,
Will you?
When larks in the meadows sing,
Will you?
When clouds of a summer storm dissolve
And starlight shimmers through,
Will you?
When wild geese of autumn fly,
Will you?
When hearth fires of winter die,
Will you?
Time rushes by.
Memories fade.
Dreams never do.
I will be ever true.
Will you?
When wild geese of autumn fly,
Will you?
As I lay there wond’ring why,
Will you?
Time rushes by.
Memories fade.
Dreams never do.
I will be ever true…
Will you?
With facebook, twitter, instagram, etc, one’s own website is quite a private place nowadays. I write things in here, no one sees. It’s a diary. Oh look; let me take a quick picture from bed. I’m in bed.
That’ s the view. Looking uptown on Park Avenue.
There is a pain in my leg. It feels very nice, because it was your birthday today.
All I (can) do in this city, is be constantly preoccupied with creating things, making things, thinking things up. But in this city, a whole year later, I have not a single good friend. Or a spark with someone. It’s quite brutal.
Spent the last 4 days on my laptop, re-designing my website, while Dark Shadows played in the background. I’m on episode #0327. I am possessed by DS. I wish I lived there, but I kind of do.
einai san
skepsou pws
eisai katw apo tin epifaneia tou nerou
exeis kanei vatheia voutia
kai sou exei teleiwsei to oxygono
kai anevaineis pros stin epifaneia
kai ksereis oti ekei tha pareis anasa
kai olo argei na ftaseis stin epifaneia
tin vlepeis, to fws andanakla panw tis
kai olo argei ki allo, na ftaseis
kai einai konda
alla den ftaneis
kai koitas tin andanaklasi kai strefeis me epimoni
to swma sou na ftasei san velos
kai na skisei tin epifaneia na pareis anasa
alla den ftaneis
kai olo kai argei
i stigmi pou tha anapnefseis
kai exei perasei wra
kai aplws koitas to fws pou skaei stin epifaneia
kai prepei na ftaseis
alla den ftaneis,
olo de ftaneis.
etsi moiazei, kathws mou leipeis toso kairo.
Hurricane Sandy, etc, no power, heat water, toilet, etc, cry me a river, I went to Brooklyn for a week, shoots cancelled, etc, pff, yawn.
“- I want you to get to know me.
– But you don’t kidnap people so they’ll get to know you.”
yes, you do.
