berlinskij chernobilj tipa

eta dqra v dushe, primerno na meste solnechnogo spletenija
ja podumqvala ob antidepressantah i gorjachem kakao, like in the good all days of 2008 (ili 2007?)

berlin predlozil mne variantq poluchshe, takoj on dobrjak

no suka, bolit

beware,
because the next time i see you,
i will never let you go again.

amen

sasha suvi in da house

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWksMZx7CdA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6144RV4c-9w

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiYNFP7zxhI

..another image also comes to mind:
Nietzsche leaving his hotel in Turin.
seeing a horse and a coachman beating it with a whip, Nietzsche went up to the horse and, before the very coachman's eyes,
put his arms around the horse's neck and burst into tears.
that took place in 1889, when Nietzsche, too, had removed himself from the world of people.
in other words, it was at the time when his mental illness had just erupted.
but for that very reason i feel his gesture has broad implications: Nietzsche was trying to apologize to the horse for Descartes.
his lunacy (that is, his final break from mankind) began at the very moment he burst into tears over the horse.

and that is the Nietzsche i love.

to mongolia, please

kazdij raz kogda ja rabotaju babysitterom 10i letnej devochki ohujenejshego fotografa i talantilejshoj pevicq (ego ex-zenq;))
nahodjasj v 15i komnatnih horomah otca u kotorogo vesj photo i video equipment ever made raskidan tam i sjam,
prohodja mimo ljudej kotorije okazivajutsa shishkami v mire fashion'a i art'a vo vremja koks vecherinki, chtobi sdelatj chaj neugomonnoj melkoj,
nu kak skazatj,,
ja sebja chuvstvuju boleje chem stranno))

no vcherashnaja noch menja dejstvitelno poveselila.
shjol shoot dlja vogue i vesj dom bil okupirovan setami, make-up hujnoj, odezdoj, modeljami i td.
mi ze, sidja v detskoj, razrabativali plan kak proniknutj nezametno na kuhnju chtobi spizditj shikarnih sladostej prigotovlennih specialno dlja staffa vogue. kogda nastalo vremja dejstvovatj, shoot uze zakonchilsa i vsjo bilo ostavlenno kak estj.
v moment kogda moja devochka vzjala 3 ogromnih chashq s franzuskimi lakomstvami i posmotrela na sketchi budushih stranic zurnala i s otvrashenijem fqrknula, u menja chtoto vnutri perevernulosj))

p.s. kazetsa, v ejo matj ja vljublena bolshe chem v otca

hotja..

 

indeed, the only truly serious questions are the ones that even a child can formulate. only the most naive of questions are truly serious. they are the questions with no answers. a question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. in other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limits of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.

culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity. that’s why one banned book in your former country means infinitely more than the billions of words spewed out by universities.