something chemical

Watta?

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 02:41:44 GMT

Port Azur

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 07:40:02 GMT

For all triphop/downtempo lovers download immediately not even pre-listening!
A beautiful compilation of norwegian electromasters!

Tracklisting:
1 Ugress Loungemeister (Radio Edit) (4:11)
2 Ugress Poetry Of Death (5:29)
3 Slowpho Would You (Sternklang Piperøkermiks) (5:09)
Remix - Sternklang
4 Epoxy Matador (Radio Edit) (4:10)
Vocals - Bira
5 Epoxy & Sfinx (2) Stonesea (Gibberish Version) (5:38)
6 Xploding Plastix Shakedown Shutoff (Live In Manchester) (4:47)
7 Shadow Of The Beat Scared Away (7:16)
8 Epoxy El Toro (Instrumental) (6:04)
9 Ugress Deceptions (5:14)
10 Mind Over MIDI Revelation (6:07)
With - Tikiman

http://files.cyberpe.org/dl/5058

Summing up..

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 15:44:46 GMT

I’ve decided to track all sort of things, which somehow influenced me, just to memorize them somewhere. Of course this is ideal place for it.
So, my top of impressions (last week):
Movie - Paris, Je T’aime
Music - Ez3kiel, The Herbalizer - Same As It Never Was
People - Geike Arnaert, TrixyPixie from Deviantart
Weather - Rainy
Color - Chocolate, Deep Grey, Saturated Blue
Events - YSL’s death, Friend’s beating committed by a close person
Dream - Thom York’s cover concert featuring himself
Discover - The meaning of a word “bloody” in modern english

Second's Coming

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 15:28:23 GMT

Oh, I love this situations when you open something a second time. As used here, this is about music. I mean the moment, when you realize you cannot hear somebody anymore, you're overfilled, and you leave it... but someday - by accident, or purposely - some fragment, a tiny piece reveals other sides, like undercovered facets of a brilliant...
So, it's happened to me recently. Again, I've fallen in love with Geike and her beautiful voice..dmn, and the whole band! They're gorgeous. They're wonderful. I wanna see this picture on my wall. On the whole wall xDD
(fapfapfap)

That mood

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 03:11:43 GMT

How'd ya call it? "Dark Ambient"? Whatever.

..

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 18:55:16 GMT

I am sitting and trying to put some shine into this.
I began to realize I am trying to polish emptiness. Emptiness cannot shine, it gapes like my rough emotional gear which actually produces nothing. What a waste.
I've struck in this downbeat one-person romance. But I cannot resist. It suppress my consciousness and perception, it defiles and everts everything inside, filling with its substance...

Sat, 24 May 2008 16:30:07 GMT

The words beneath my skin
The ink that you put in
Destroying all the things you left around...

Same blood - same people?

Sat, 24 May 2008 12:07:57 GMT

Threetaste sweets. Very appropriate in this moment. Sweet, sour and bitter. Like a fire, ice and something between. Never gets boring.
I’m in doubt, but it seems I’m losing my voice cuz’ of this goddamn flu.
I understood one thing prior to our diametrical opposite. You know, all this anti-social behaviour, dissolution, deviation is that link, which connects us. A blood link, you know. Cuz’ we’re the same blood. The same. And it doesn’t matter what an asshole you are, I understand now that you’re just like me. Blood could’t be washed out. Very pitiful, maybe. Or maybe not? We decide.

5y87wrerw9uoew6

Thu, 22 May 2008 13:59:47 GMT

I want the rain tomorrow. Like the other shit, it wipes away people from the streets. An ideal weather for those preferring their shadows. For me.
It's the condition of a sweet melancholy, a perfect time for thinking and a good way to finish unfinished...
I have a "professional" interest of how other people cope with loneliness. Like suppressing your "dark passenger". Never understand it.
And, flowing from the conclusion listed below, I came to an interesting experiment codename "Anonymous Relations".
The point consists in the fact that you don't tell the truth about yourself each other at all. No, even your real name. Imagine yourself somebody else, wear a mask, created for this purpose by your mind. Like a painter, draw your masterpiece of relations with somebody. Your own actors, your own places, events, happenings and a storyline. What is it? A bright funny nature morte of a happy life? A gloomy snapshot of 2 jerks? Whatever.

Conclusion

Thu, 22 May 2008 02:44:52 GMT

The happiest lovers are those, who don't know anything about each other.

Sun, 18 May 2008 09:53:06 GMT

Would you agree to have an implant, that requires 70% amount of your total capabilities and energy, but gives you the abilities like invisibility, telekinesis, ability to fly, pyrokinesis, etc, but only one?

Introspection

Sun, 18 May 2008 05:50:43 GMT

Crazy days began!
Sometimes I ask myself: “Did they ever end?”
It is strange, that so much things happened, but there’s nothing particular to write about...
One hapless affair, one positive-positive party, one week of absolutely insane home pastime.
And now it’s time to clean up the list of useful and interesting people.
Btw, the preparation of my 1st “serious” perfomance, a short cut from the Jarmusch’s movie “Night On Earth” is going on at the full possible speed =))

Another midnight delirium

Sat, 03 May 2008 20:10:44 GMT

We never use the same excuses, right? Left sleeve smells like something familiar. Where did it come from? Where did you come from?
I wanna close my eyes and forget all the charges. And one cigarette would be nice right now. Only one. "You know, the beauty of quitting is that... Now, that I'm quit, you know... I can have one. Cuz' I'm quit."

eeee'm...

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 05:28:36 GMT

stupid!
he has made me stupid, she has made me stupid, we have made me stupid, I have made me stupid
he has made me stupid, she has made me stupid, we have made me stupid, I have made me stupid

get down, stupid, I want you on the floor, I want you on the floor , I want you on the floor,
want you on the floor, I want you on the floor , I want you on the floor,
the sex has made me stupid, the sex has made me stupid....

tequila's made me stupid, the grass had made me stupid,
stupid, stupid, stupid
when a conversation starts you cant remember the question, can I have some more, get down go,
go down, go , go
when he's up against the wall, another act of agression, I want you on the floor, get down, go, go, down go!

don't mess with...cuz'

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:18:01 GMT

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 05:38:48 GMT

Sharpened movements don't allow to miss. That music. Only here and now. Only for me. And for those who worship musical silence. Who wants to feel every note, every breath...
--
My hands are burning when I see you, I'd wish it were lips. We doesn't want to be marked, to lose our faces. Like a secret pyramid we move beneath the reasons of our nightmares. The worst of them - there's no exit.

Critically...

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 02:20:34 GMT

I agree, criticize me, ru_sok =P

Question

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 07:04:46 GMT

Should we popularize unknown, but undoubtedly beautiful music?

Miscellaneous

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 06:41:06 GMT

More and more I notice that some part of my past life is not so significant and admirable anymore. If you plan to live each day like the last, should you remember all others? I mean, they're flowing away without any allusion to importance...
Yesterday I played a girl in our very first spontaneous perfomance, occasionally happened at a psychology lesson =) And I'm very proud now to be the part (even small, for now) of a big culture layer. Theatrical life allures me more and more, and I can't wait anymore to play something serious. Go speak with myself in a mirror...

Sepia Evenings // Today!

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 15:15:01 GMT

We didn't manage to get to the cinema, but fortunately got some photos...

Thnx Konstante! =*

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 20:30:36 GMT

ooh...those painful bodies..
I. I. I forgot where I put it
I can't remember where I put it
Scraps of people surrounding...
The only one dream is now accidentally significant...

justincaseof...

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 09:47:39 GMT

libidomimido

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:26:59 GMT

tangerine ringlets past your lips
let's feel it, i don't wanna be like this
folly cuts across my ribs
lady in a candy wrapper
you ask my lady
where's the powder
i have some love for nothing, maybe
whatever you call me i have some love for nothing
only not for you
cuz' mango-mango is all
i crawl on the floor with an only aim
what is the colour of yours today?

Someday that's true

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 19:23:38 GMT

blanket is my love today
not compared with you of course
but resemblance of passion is guaranteed
you so liked this rosettes
pink
as your propensities
bitch

rekevin!!!

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 22:24:36 GMT

I cannot - hear -cannot not to notice that Rekevin - A Fleeting Passion is a so-so-so-damnit-unbeleivable-and-fantastical song! Anyone who don't know - welcome! http://community.livejournal.com/rekevin
Words....so pathetic, find somewhere the album! A wondrous piece of brilliant!

And I want to say personal very-very big thanks and respect to Ksenia, ah, my dear I am so happy you added me and opened for me your fascinating band! <3 <3 <3 =* =* =*