Love Story

Slightly Stoopid (from Guns n'Roses)
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her, Mm, yeah
But I had to kill her

I knew I'd miss her
So I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard
Oh yeah, Oo yeah, whoa, oh yeah

She bitched so much,
She drove me nuts
And now I'm happier this way, yeah
Whoa, oh yeah

I had to put her
Six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

Old man resting (2)

"Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada.
Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. "

-Ernest Hemingway, in Winner Take Nothing (1932)

Old man resting

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A "modern" man has nothing to add to modernism, if only because he has nothing to oppose it with.
The well-adapted drop off the dead limb of time like lice.
Elias Canetti

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Foto tirada na marina da Horta, local tornado famoso pelas suas pinturas murais, já anteriormente expostas neste espaço. Por razões que desconheço, só hoje decidi explorar o URL que sobrevoa, como uma grande nuvem, este mundo bidimensional. Aqui fica então a minha homenagem pessoal ao senhor Joe Fontes.

Dear Prudence:

St. Peter, Rome - Mauricius Escher





"Corifeu - A Prudência é, em muito, a base da felicidade. E, no que é devido aos Deuses, não se pode cometer qualquer deslize. Não! As palavras de altivez, ditadas pelo orgulho, acarretam, para os orgulhosos, os mais rudes golpes. Com os anos se aprende a ser prudente."

-Antígona, Sófocles

Chantons et dansons sous la pluie.

Tant qu'elle n'est pas radioactive...

Diferenciar e articular a luz... deixar entrar o ar... (imagem daqui)

Bula manifestus

NOBODY FUCKS WITH THE JESUS*

*Jesus Quintana in The Big Lebowski

What i got

LostArt


Early in the morning risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
But I got a dalmatian and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin riot
Sublime