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isms end schisms

η ζωή, το σύμπαν & τα πάντα με δανεική ψηφιακή

Bye Ophelia

Saturday, October 15, 2011
Hamlet, Act III, Scene I

My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.

No, not I! I never gave you aught.

My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.

Breath-taking from μπιορκ γκουντμντσντοττιρ’s biophilia-narration.


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I'm sad and I'm lonely, my heart it will break
My sweetheart loves another, Lord, I wish I was dead!
My cheeks once were red as the bloom on the rose
But now they are whiter than the lily that grows

Young ladies, take a warning, take a warning from me
Don't waste your affections on a young man so free
He'll hug you, he'll kiss you, he'll tell you more lies
Than the cross-ties on the railroad or the stars in the sky

I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind
If trouble don't kill me, I'll live a long time

Give me back the nights
give me back the agony of my solitude
the nights i've spent alone
the million, endless, solitary nights of my life
give me back all the people i desired

and never came
give me back your love
the love which was never really given
and even in the lessons which you gave
there was the taking

for your surprise
at loving someone more helpless than yourself
give me back the nights

give me back the agony
of the years
of lonely living
give me back the thousand rejections of my love
give me back the love

which i deserved
give me back the time
the lost time and energy and beauty of my youth
wasted in the wait and spilled out in imitation
when nothing was coming
and the waiting
the waiting

give me back the nights
when we should've lain together
building a great temple of our love

give me back the nights
the nights,
the nights,
the nights,
the nights,
the nights

the long,

I'm troubled (x2)

Κι έτσι κυλούν οι μέρες...

Wednesday, October 05, 2011



Chicken-soup for the soul

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

1st sip (I don't like mr.Silezukuk, I  him.)

2nd sip:
"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes."
-William Gibson Steven Winterburn


Ascii Me how I'm doing

Saturday, October 01, 2011
- Dr., I 've got something inside me...