fuzzyburlesque

Procession moves on, the shouting is over, Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables, Scattering flowers washed down by the rain. Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden, Watching them pass like clouds in the sky, Try to cry out in the heat of the moment, Possessed by a fury that burns from inside. Cry like a child, though these years make me older, With children my time is so wastefully spent, A burden to keep, though their inner communion, Accept like a curse an unlucky deal. Played by the gate at the foot of the garden, My view stretches out from the fence to the wall, No words could explain, no actions determine, Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

uc maymun iklimler uzak mayis sikintisi

απο ενα μπιζνες πρισμα ας ειμαστε ολοι ρεαλιστες. κατα βαση η δουλεια του τηλεοπτικου καναλιου μας ειναι να βοηθησει την κοκα-κολα για παραδειγμα, να πουλησει το προιον της. για να γινει αποδεκτο ενα διαφημιστικο μηνυμα, πρεπει ο εγκεφαλος του τηλεθεατη να ειναι διαθεσιμος . οι εκπομπες μας εχουν σα μελημα τους να τον κανουν διαθεσιμο, δηλαδη να τον διασκεδασουν και να τον χαλαρωσουν για να προετοιμαστει αναμεσα σε δυο μηνυματα. αυτο πουλαμε στην κοκα-κολα: διαθεσιμο χρονο στον εγκεφαλο των ανθρωπων[...]

David Locke is a television reporter on location in Africa's Sahara Desert. It's hot, humid, and everything seems to be dirty. Returning to his hotel after getting lost and bogged in the desert, he discovers that the man in the room next to his has died. After deciding that his own life wasn't worth living anymore, he switches identities with the dead man, taking the man's passport (with his own photo swapped in), his luggage, and his appointment schedule. Leaving Africa, he heads off to keep the dead man's appointments, hoping that his new life will be more interesting than his old one was...

fuck buttons - street horrsing flying lotus - los angeles wildbirds & peacedrums - heartcore our brother the native - make amends for we are merely vessels evangelista - hello, voyager grouper - dragging a dead deer up a hill crystal castles glasvegas monika - avatar get well soon - rest now, weary head! you will get well soon girl talk - feed the animals indian jewelry - free gold blue sky black death & jean grae - the evil jeanius russian circles - station gang gang dance - saint dymphna the music tapes - music tapes for clouds and tornadoes no age - nouns religious knives - the door ratatat - lp3 paavoharju - laulu laakson kukista

fuck buttons * street horrsing

flying lotus * los angeles

[c.g.t]

wildbirds & peacedrums * heartcore

our brother the native * make amends for we are merely vessels

evangelista * hello, voyager

grouper * dragging a dead deer up a hill

[reuters, pictures of the year]

[dominoes waiting to fall]

crystal castles

glasvegas

monika * avatar "not young in my youth"

get well soon * rest now, weary head! you will get well soon (εδω αρχιζει η μουσικη που ελιωσε φετος μεσα μου. μεσα σ'ολα αυτα που μας κυκλωνουν νιωθω τυχερος. witches! witches! rest now in the fire.)

girl talk * feed the animals

indian jewelry * free gold

blue sky black death & jean grae * the evil jeanius

russian circles * station

gang gang dance * saint dymphna

the music tapes * music tapes for clouds and tornadoes

no age * nouns

religious knives * the door

ratatat * lp3

paavoharju * laulu laakson kukista (cheers!)