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Love and Death

champersnova — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 22:18:43 +0000

It’s all so routine. Fucking routine. Infected minds of ours. Shit at work, bills, ethics, worries, excuses, blind excuses, devils… What tomorrow brings?! You say. Love and death. Nothing beyond that. Keep your head up, comrade! We’re in the same ship. Before you know, the good old routine brings you the ‘death’. You think. Love is all around. For some temporary crisis, it is. Before you realize, love or death or both knocks on your door. Can’t help but open. That big moment of regret. You know. It’s too late! It’s too bad. You’re just so sick of wasting your time. Love and death are always on your mind.

The Stills – Love and Death

Soaked. Eased. Not. Unstable.

champersnova — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 17:59:19 +0000

Everything so vague that you can bottom out any minute!

Disappear. Completely.

champersnova — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 23:38:09 +0000

This is not happening.
I’m not here.
Walk through walls.
Run!

The Daysleepers – Run

How to Disappear Completely

Comfortably Numb

champersnova — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 22:45:35 +0000

Falling from grace with no genders on. Naked as we came. Numb as we may go. Dizzy. Surreal. Harsh. Real.
Disguised safety. Safety. Peace. Disguised.
Hello, is there anybody in there? Can you show me where it hurts?
Hello.

Home and Away

champersnova — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 23:36:21 +0000

Life goes on the same. Bury the pain. And hold on to love.
I love my hometown the way ‘ballboy’ love Scotland.

ballboy – I Hate Scotland

My Own Private Insomnia.

champersnova — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 01:13:36 +0000

You’ve gotta be silent in order not to wake the devils up. Invisible insects and you and your empty cups. Tonight is fenouil-proof! Like the ones before. You’ve always liked that linden smell anyway. Maybe because once upon a time in the past; ‘your skin smells linden’ you were told. Now that feels warm. No? Time is kicking seeming a bit shy below the darkness. You wish you had some linden and Elliott Smith.

Last Call

Booze.

champersnova — Sat, 22 May 2010 23:34:11 +0000

That feeling you have in your vessels. They are getting so vast that you can have the Mediterranean Sea settled in them. Peace. Happiness. Due to the mood; depression. But happiness mostly. Mood surfing upon drinks surfing. Cheating on all of them using an alternative one. Like the life itself. Cheating on all your tastes and favorites when the ‘random’ time comes. Being that moderate, understanding, unconcerned human being you have never achieved to become. Sepia looking head lights shining on your night. Encouraging to show off. You are that one person walking alone. Scared. Or just worried a bit. With the vessels getting enlarged. C’est la vie. And this is good.

Alcohol, my permanent accessory…

Shine A Light

champersnova — Sun, 09 May 2010 22:55:22 +0000

We all need some. Not in the crude way. Softly and gently. So that it won’t trigger my migraine. Wouldn’t like to be the type wearing sunglasses day and night. So soft that the caramel looking color invites you to hallucinate over the shadows. Make up the story of the whitewashed wall behind. Not so depressive, please. Light brings hope. So said Daniel Johnston once: ‘Maybe hope can shine a light… Love can save you now’.
Then there goes Jacob Golden’s calling to mind: ‘My favorite Daniel Johnston song was recorded on a tape deck before you were born...’ Can’t truly figure which song is Jacob’s favorite. Not a big big deal anyway. I will just shine my lights on tonight.

Jacob Golden – Shine A Light

Sit Down.

champersnova — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 22:23:23 +0000

Let’s sit and have a rest. Shall we? Stretch your legs to the bits and give hatred looks to the blocks you won’t ever see again. Think positive, eh? An old AmAnSet record cherishing your ears, eyelids down and fingers air-drumming. Benches are cool. You can scratch your name on them. Or your imaginary lovers’. Stupid lyrics. Nietzscherian quotes. Made up slogans. Imagine being a drunkard and falling asleep just before the morning light. Leaves will protect you from the devils you create in your imagination. People are evil and so is their imagination. Benches are nice. They don’t breathe.

The House We May Live In

champersnova — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 22:51:37 +0000

Authentic stone house. On the highway up to a mountain in everland. No windows. No water network. No wireless dsl. No furniture. No TV. No cars. White walls. Wooden parquet. Limited electricity. Unbearable silence. Sold for nothing. Just costs unawared captivity. Last call. Buy it or leave it. You shall not regret. Promise.