The Whole World Is Going to Hell

Everything is utterly pointless. You just feel the urge to carry on with every aspect of your existence just to realize it as completely futile and meaningless. No dear, nothing happened and everything works out perfectly, but this feeling I can not shake off and it’s either bringing me to an aloof state or just killing me step-by-step. I started writing another screenplay, taking my time with this one, with the same title as this useless blog entry. Am mai scris de asemenea la nuvela noastra, in caz ca ai uitat de ea, it still means a lot to me. Everything, everything, but really everything is 100% pointless, cold and distant. Everything goes perfect on the outside just to discover the lack of any essence whatsoever. I tried calling you dar ai avut mobilul inchis, scuze daca te’am deranjat in trecut cu apelurile mele idioate in toiul noptii. Really, sorry, just wanted to hear your voice after an exhausting day and more than 30 sleepless hours and tell you that I love you and you’re the only element always making sense into my life and bringing meaning to the meaningless.

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday to your bellybutton, Rushka, those sweet lips I miss beyond belief, that tasty skin I could just eat up, if it wasn’t for the shame of ruining a 4-star masterpiece, happy birthday to your eternal perfect personality and everything you stand for and create involuntarily in your connection with other souls – for every unique feeling you impose on me, for all the inspiration you give me, for all the beatitude and euphoria you share with me, not to be found anywhere else in the entire 3D world.

I LOVE YOU AND ALWAYS WILL – YOU ARE MY PERFECT OTHER, MY BLUE LADY, MY SCULLY, MY BEATRIX KIDDO, MY PURPLE SUNSHINE, MY ULTIMATE PROTAGONIST I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR IN ALL SEVEN ART FORMS.

Happy birthday cherrypie :*

The first kiss and the first time I felt connected to anything

It’s incredible how true, incomparable, unequal love can pop up at any time and change your whole life perspective. What I said today that I feel I need to offer you is a promise dear, no, even better and more acurate – an oath!

Stop Discriminating Evil Clowns! (warning – Ishy Sensitive material, rated by the MPAA – the Mno’ Printing Astrid Association)

Ok, so what?! They’re evil, they’re scary, they kill little kids and they scare 5-year-old sweethearts. Of course, they are our creation – we make them evil – instead of a scary, evil clown, imagine a happy, greagarious one Clowns are wonderful creatures and they come in different colors too! Why – did u know Al Capone himself was a clown (at least, that’s what the animated cartoon ‘Time Squad’ says :-”)?! U should all be ashamed! Clowns deserves to be respected and cared upon, not bullied and avoided.

[-x :"> don't hate me dear, I'm just fooling around - I'll shoot every clown out there if u want me to ;;) >:D< :p

Does Tarantino use the fucking f word too often? Surely, the fuck-not!

Ok, so there are some fucking rumors that motherfucking Tarantino is using the word FUCK too many fucking times in his fucked-up masterpiece movies. Let’s check that, why the fuck not?!

Reservoir Dogs – 272 uses of the word fuck, holy fucking ear-cutting scene film! Well, that’s fucking poetry, his screenplays use the word fuck in dialogue to cut out insignificant metaphors and crap like that.

Pulp Fiction – 265 time – goddamn it!!! QT, seriously the fuck now, did your momma use the word fuck to cuddle you at night?! ‘Go to sleep, go to sleep, fuck off already you goddamn Italian-Fucking-American son of a bitch!’

Ok, there are enough fucks in Jackie Brown, True Romance, Kill Bill and Death Proof to even get Tara fucking Reid pregnant or certain fucking Annies :-” , but still, I personally think that after his first two feature films, the fucks in the Tarantinoverse started to become ordinary and way too mondane to be fucking vulgar. I mean – get fucking real!!! The guy writes 600 fucking pages for his every fuckplays (screenplays), let me fucking remind you that the industry standard is just 150 maximum. And this guy writes six fucking hundred!!! He uses a detailed fucking description and poetic fucked-up narrative, but sometimes, especially when converging that into fucking film on the big fucking screen, the fucking F word is simply the best way to evoke true feelings, experiences, life stories and ambivalent, unexplainable thoughts.

Some fucked-up critics say that if you watch too much Tarantino, you start using the fucking F word yourself!!! Well, they’re just fucking around like fucking assholes who can’t make better fucking movies than him! Just look at me!!! I said the F word, instead of FUCK! That’s the best fucking example ever – I’m a gargantuan Tarantino fan!

So, keep the fucks up QT, that’s music to our fucking ears!

 Don’t blow your fucking brains because of them! I know – you hear the fucking F word every day inside that fucked-up interior universe – just insert it into your fucking films and you’ll be better than fuck on a sunday morning in Taiwan!

PS: Sorry for this post dear, I’m just fooling around :”> – I read this thing again about Tarantino and obscenity and had to express myself to you in a tongue-in-cheek way. Happy nameday, my Mary! I fucking love you! :*

Happy Birthday, Crow Lover! (for yesterday)

Excuse me, yesterday I was more than busy and annoyed with other things, I forgot to say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU ENGLISH CROW LOVER! You will always live on!

Never Trust a Cupcake!

Cupcakes are dangerous, they look cute and yummy and delicious and all of that, yet underneath that butter layer lies a dradeful truth of horror! First of, let me get this straight, cupcakes are not baked or anything, no, they live freely in the jungle and are wild, savage animals. The two main species of cupcakes are UNTA UNTA and BUTA BUTA, don’t ask me of the differences between them because I am not a specialist, ask a cupcakonomoer.

 

BE WARN – They can get too capricious at times and horribly beasty! ‘They are far the most dangerous creatures on this planet, more terryfing than any crocodile, shark or other wild predator’, declared a Steve Irwin (look-a-like).

WHAT TO DO IN CASE YOU RUN INTO A CUPCAKE: Follow these exact steps:

1. Don’t panic!

2. Goddamn it, I said don’t panic!!

3. Find the nearest lethal weapon around, ranging from a chainsaw to a an old-fashinoned stick.

4. Scare your predator by using Cupcakian dialect threats.

5. Lift the stick up! That’s right…

6. Squash, squash, squash the sugary creature.

7. Devour it and then leave its plate muffin tin behind so the others will fear you.

BOOYA!

Just be warn that some cupcakes are not made of sugar, instead carry a small dose of poison… not your regular desert favorite.

 

WHAT TO DO IN CASE YOU RUN INTO SEVERAL POISONOUS CUPCAKES AT ONCE:

1. You’re fucked!

2. Why would there be a 2 if you’re fucked?!

3. Insistent, aren’t you?!

LAST TIP: Never trust those who like cupcakes, they are part of the cupcake conspiracy and are working for them!! Be warn!

 

“You’d better watch out”

Ishy Threat :X:X:X this is more sweet than anyhthing puffy with puppy-dog eyes

Fii atent! Daca vei mai fi paranoid about your bac thingy again, promit ca imi voi petrece restul zilelor incercand sa te blochez intr-o inchisoare pink undeva in munti, unde nici cele mai ingrozitoare fiare nu se incumeta a patrunde, unde este intuneric and nothing but dark, un loc in care sticleste rozul electric al peretilor extrem de roz si unde va trebui sa stai intr-un coltisor, tremurand, in timp ce te vei gandi la lucrurile cumplite ce ti se vor intampla, ganduri pe care no other human being le va avea, nici macar in cele mai negre cosmaruri cu locuinte bantuite de fantome purtand bling-bling-uri si dansand pe ritmuri exotice!….
>:D< Same here

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I miss you…

“Chance meeting your perfect other, your perfect opposite – your protector and endangerer. Chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys – a search for truths fugitive and imponderable. If one day this chance may befall you, do not fail or falter to seize it. The truths are out there. And if one day you should behold a miracle, as I have in you, you will learn the truth is not found in science, or on some unseen plane, but by looking into your own heart. And in that moment you will be blessed – and stricken. For the truest truths, are what hold us together, or keep us painfully, desperately apart. “

(you know the source)