radiohead amnesiac their copyright or emi,s, don,t know don,t intend to win any money...

feeling good

although sometimes i get a cliff hanger feeling, surprisingly yesterday was good, mostly.

phone calls pull the trigger. time washes everything, mostly.

i,m not sure whether to carry on with this. at least as an everyday activity.

and i have to write some new songs and i have to rehearse the old ones. just to quit the band in a few month,s time. friendships come and go, and i have to learn to keep the old ones and erase the new ones. unworthy. mostly.

radiohead_talk show host

i want to be someone else or i,ll explode floating upon the surface for the birds

you want me? fucking well come and find me i,ll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches and nothing nothing nothing nothing

you want me? fucking c'mon and break the door down i,m ready i,m ready i,m ready

i,m ready

secrets, coincidences and homer j. simpson

i have quite a few secrets which i cannot share because they will destroy not only me, but someone else,s life. and i cannot bear that. i just can,t. i can go on with many things but not with that. do you know the episode in which homer becomes a critic for the springfield shopper? at first he fails and he is in the bathtube franticaly washing himself and crying out 'i,m still dirty'... well, that,s precisely the image that came into my mind when i made my latest biggest mistake and oh! here i am watching that randomly chosen episode on tv reminding me that the bottom line is that everything is wrong. spelling correction?. no shelter. the drugs don,t work. and are expensive.

first timers

this is the first time i start a blog. my own blog. i think i,m doing this as a kind of self-therapy... there is so much shit to deal with... i,ll put in here whatsoever wanders within, so that i can get along with a little less of a burden. i will not advertise this blog anywhere, so if you have found out this, maybe you,re as bored as i am. mortigi tempo. not living actually. let,s keep this a secret. no names. no places. just thoughts (?) here. life is...