Hello World...

Greetings humans from the far-off city of Cluj; it’s a place of narrow streets and ancient buildings, a place where stray dogs and Gypsies walk freely along the streets and students sit for endless hours in beautiful parks. A place where nearly everybody speaks English (scored big on that one huh?)… But first let me tell you about the trip, it was an adventure and a half—to put it modestly…

Right so first off this was my first time ever flying, kind of scary when on thinks its going to be on two different airlines and a good 16 hour trip by plane to Hungary and another 8 by bus. First thing the pilot tells us once we are above Toronto is that their expecting “mild” thunderstorms until we reach the Atlantic which means that for the first two hours it felt that the plane was the skies giant vibrator or something. One of the stewardesses wasn’t wearing a bra either and she had big boobs so it was pretty funny seeing her walking around… heheh. The first inflight movie was alright, the other two kinda sucked so I spent the rest of the night starring out the window and trying my hardest not to look at the couple making out incessantly on the seats next to me.

Then I reached London and, honestly, there are only two words to describe it: large… and dirty. The thing should be a city in itself its so huge. Everything goes incredibly slow there so it took awhile to book my tickets and, after I do so I find out that I’m on the second part to the airport (it has two parts to it) and my flight is leaving in less then an hour. Brit signs are impossible to decode too so I opted to asking a security guard how to get there. Brit directions are nearly as impossible to understand as their signs. So I’m standing there, trying to decode whatever the guy is mumbling about when this guy in his late twenties calls out to me. Blonde guy, total surfer and his very presence reeked of cheep whiskey. Turns out he’s from California and overheard me talking to the guard with my southern drawl so he decides to help me. Leads me to my terminal in just enough time to get onto my flight (see, see, all my “ya’lls” finally came in handy.)

Anyways yes, British stewardesses are overrated, IMO… most of them were men (go figure, eh?) And the other half were ugly. So much for the hotness of British airways. The flight was bearable enough, was sitting to this hot French girl in her mid-twenties and he boyfriend. They didn’t talk much and were a bit too mushy for my tastes so I didn’t try to converse too much.

I was surprised at the tiny size of the Bucharest airport though. It was the international one and the thing could have fit comfortably into the palm of my hand. Missed my first bus, managed to get on another one that was with the same company. Didn’t sleep at all during the bus-ride though, drank a whole bunch of energy drinks and eyed the gypsies with the utmost of feverish intensity…. Was too afraid of being robbed.

But yes, all that to say I’m here… things are looking quite good (not jet-lagged at all.) I’ll have more updates later… too tired to write anymore.

Caio

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Goodbye....

The tickets are booked, the time is set. Tomrrow I'm ging to be leaving 5 years worth of everything and leaving to a far off land filled with Borsht, Vampires and Gypsies and... well... I guess thats all. Never had any of that stuff before though, so it should be fun.
Their might be humans down there too, you never know... but I don't want to get my hopes up too high. hehehe..

Ahem!!

Yes, tomorrow I'm leaving off to Romania, kind of a strange thought really. I always wanted to go, just never thought I'd get this far. Trepidation: thats the one word I'd use to describe it. I love the new, just wish I could take the old along with me.

My home's been great, some of the funniest, most resourceful people one could ever live with; somehow, no matter how boring the circumstances, they can always find a way to entertain.
Some good memories over the past few years like the time we were superhero's, (I was Zoomzoom kid with a big "Z" on my chest, Mikey was the flying dutchman.) Or the time we ate a whole bunch of caffeine pills and coffee watched cartoons all night. (I tired to cure Teeny's laziness by nearly drowing her in milk--cut me some slack, it got her to move, at least!) Our talentless band that everyone thought we were so serious about but was just a joke, the many nights we wasted on Family Guy, all the roadtrips, filming our documentary, the unending wealth of inside jokes and cheesy rhymes and pick-up lines we've made (its could be considered a sub-dialect really.)

Yep, its been great fun, a little tough at times in different ways, but the teens here made living at my home an adventure. If any of you have lived with them for any amount of time you'd understand what I'm talking about.

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

I'm standing here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

...Hold me like youll never let me go

Cause Im leaving on a jet plane

I don't know when Ill be back again...

Night Out

Took some old friends out to eat last night... kind of a last-time thing cause I'll never be able to see them again once I leave to Romania. Had a blast really... wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Here's me giving Ceci her extremely-belated birthday present. Everyone look at Lain! *points finger* Now it could just be the very insincere grin pasted on my face that causing her to do that... or the fact that we re-enacted the whole thing so Leila could take this picture... but I think its more like she's thinking, "Score!!! now I can get in with green freckles." (If you know what I mean) *wink wink*


Odd photo...


We were thinking of putting this one up in the "Couples" section on the MO site (hence the cheesy expressions).... just think of it: "Leila of Andre"... hahahaha

God that was some good cheesecake

But Lains like "Screw that, I got my own dessert!" snicker

Awww, they look like lil models eh?

Me being Lains new fettish toy

Now tell me, who wouldn't feel pimp with three gorgeous girls like this with you?

Yep, twas fun, twas fun indeed... Love you guys, going to miss you like hell when I leave.

Lain stay away from too much of the A/C. I hear over-indulgence of it is bad for people... especially Asains. Leila, it wouldn't have worked between us... its not that your not hot, but your just not fit enough to bear MY child. (*cough* immigrant *cough*) And Ceci... just you watch out for your ears... sooner or later, woman... sooner or later. *laughs most wickedly*

xxx

New Piece

I've always loved the sea, its been an endless bounty of inspiration and reference for my poetical works and a theme that I will never cease to be amazed by. Suffice to say, I'm working on a collection of piece's on that subject. Here is one from that collection...

Lighthouse on Rocky Shores

In dawn of light it stands astute—
A cloud on rocky shoals,
A watch afore bejeweled Beirut—
Gainst waves and that, winded, rolls.
With cheery red upon its slates
It stands a guard at ocean gates.

When darkness comes, then he stands proud
With beams of brazen light
That pierce through fog and foamy shroud,
Guide sailors in the night;
And lead them by humility—
A star upon the raging sea.

In the absence of prose....

I haven't been writing as much prose this year as I have the past couple of ones. I seems that my lack of inspiration--or rather, motivation--for most anything in story form has gone dry since December. I've only done one piece since then and even that, though quite long, does not cut it when compared to how I used to cough out one or two new stories a month... ahh those were the blessed days.

In the absence of my short stories though I have found a new alternative: surrealism. Quite the genius invention actually, a god-given mix between normal prose and poetry. The only problem is that its half-poetical so it takes longer to write then prose. Here's the first chapter of the newest piece I've been working on...

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The Clock


Its is dark… it is night. The frightfulness of the thunderstorm outside pales my already bloodless face. It can see every raindrop as they splatter, as they fall, a thousand little lives smashed ‘gainst my windowpane: each one of them a coup de grace to my soul. I know everything will be fine, so long as it rains. It’s the thunderclaps on hazy autumn nights that frighten me. Afraid I may be, but never scared; I could not allow myself the pleasure of the latter. It is one that could only be indulged by one stronger then me.
Another thunderclap is coming, another drain of life from my clammy face. The rain is beating harder now, can you hear it? Perhaps if you opened the window more then you would know. It is so hot outside, even with the rain. This morning little drops of sweat are what greeted my cheeks. Which is better though: sleepless nights of rain or fogs of sweat in the morning? None, I suppose… but perhaps, a combination of both tonight.
I will not sleep tonight; I don’t think my mind would even let me. Long hours I have already sat waiting in my bed sheets, but to no avail. The elusive sprite of sleep has yet again managed to haunt me.

With her long and wispy trails
Held fast in child’s tales.

There is one thing that offers me solstice in nights such as these. The dark-hued, grandiose clock that stands parallel to my bed’s foot. Its hands reach out from me towards the glass, its ticking tells of nights that passed… and nights that would soon come again. I stared at it and it stared back at me, its wood sprung hard as the hickory tree. It was a good tree that bore it, a strong Hickory branch that reached high beyond those of its neighbors. Now it stands silently within my room, a captive unto my designs.
Yet still it reaches for me, reaches for my soul sometimes, I fear. Its hands are harder now then ever before it was a tree: their as metallurgic spheres encased in time. Encased in time and yet ever not—its hands commune hourly with the great Father of its machination. Every communing is a bitter laugh thrown fast at my restless soul.

Tick-tock tick tock—
Further into line,
Click clock, nick nock—
With every devilish chime.

Pitter patter,
Splitter splatter,
Now far more than then;
Pitter patter,
Bitter banter,
I shall not sleep again.


Honestly now, what do you think?

Artistic Tribute 4

This weeks tribute is to Percy Bysshe Shelley. English Romantic poet and mystic, his verse is a source of inspiration for my fixed form. Here's a personal favorite of mine called "When the Lamp is Shattered."


When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead -
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute -
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.

When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.

Wisdom of the Sages

Some people think inside the box, others strive to think out of the box... But I beleive the only way to really think is to say, "There is no box at all."

Dear World

Hello, world...

No, the rumors are not true; I haven't drowned en route to the Bahamas. There were no giant Guinea Pigs involved, and John Elton is definately gay. I have been neglectful of you though and, for that, I have a good explination coming.... just give me some time to think of it.

Oh... oh yes, I'm in Canada!! Bet you weren't expecting that one, huh? But, seriously, it is true. Been helping my home to move up here since the end of Wordstock... been really busy with this and that. Alot of business stuff cause I'm trying to move to Romania. Got a home that said they'd take me for a 30 day trial period and then, if they like me, vote me straight in from there. Going to be looking into tickets sometime this week, getting a bank account set-up and all that kind of stuff. Trying to get it all out of the way so that I can sit back and relax with my friends up here for a few weeks before I leave.

Let see, what else... been starting a new surrealism peice, nothing solid yet, just a few bits here and there. Have a few ideas on the subject content but not much yet. Hopefully I'll have it done before I leave though.

Anyways, yes... its late I think I'll head off to bed. Catch you around, sometime.

June 3rd, 1989

Yey....