subwoofer system on my time travelling

Batman has entered the life of my son.

Sun came after a week of storms. Cleaned up the terrace a bit. Just a bit. I might be really ADD, or maybe just untrained, I opt for the latter, requires no meds (meds for adult ADD - not available in Europe. Maybe in the UK, i dunno. America is the promised land of medical drugs and that's why I like it.) I read a book now sitting in the hot sun... drinking yerba mate, watching that the cat doesn't go out. Fishing out toys that fell down the drain, while my sobbing son stands there with a half broken, little cute manipulative heart. Where wouldn't I stick my hand into just to make him happy. Brings some Jackass episodes to mind.




This is my kitty. She is really precious, it's my first cat ever and I think I won in the cat lottery. neutralmilkinn' s cats seem to be heaven sent as well. So beautiful.I love her entries, 1. she is cute and and shows it 2. her cats are cute and she shows it 3. she's kinda awfully cool.

I dreamed of wearing a skin of a human as an astronaut suit.
Something to do with me watching "Firefly"?

Stargate Universe sucks so hard!

I be back.

As always, a bit more here http://hornsandpills.blogspot.com/

Also, where is everyone? So many people stopped posting. Sad. I wish for the glory days of lj to be back.

I am permanently ill with something. Ill as in sick. I think I might seriously apply for handicap papers, the trouble is, then I will take all this seriously. And then it'll be mentally not-normal.

Anyhow, spring. people on streets. On one hand, girls have their breast in push ups. On other hand, too many people on the streets.

I've been posting bit more on hornsandpills.blogspot.com

I'm all over the place, not knowing which is my real blog, where i feel the best, and yet i like to write an post silly stuff, you should see what idiota/kretino stuff i post on my facebook. my inner wannabe writer is unleashed in the internet, where all dumb and smart ones can have an audience. truly genius.

Also, I will no longer sign anything as Meri or Kasiu. Kasiu is my real name, but if feels good only when my family calls me like that.
Meri was a name given to me by a shaman lady. I tried, I have many superstitions, and it was funny how she consulted a clairvoyant on the phone... But no, Meri, not me. I want to be happy, not merry, not nothing else. So I'll christen myself again, as Happy. Call me Happy, yo. Ultimately, happy is what i strive for, and what i often feel when people usually fail to be happy. There's a layer of pure bliss beneath my call for duty under the command of darkness.

I live for the darkness, but life shines on, I always get those Primal Scream lyrics screwed up in my satanistic manner.

Btw, Baphomat, Satan, really, who believes? Who believe it's not a part of happy? Anton, Aleister, schmock no longer. Epileptic prophets, schmock no longer, either.

I am sick as of the past year or more, and it's a funny kind of anemia, maybe even funny haha because I will not die of it, however it's a serious one. I feel less guilty for being so morose. I feel there is no obstacle to be had now on my way to be Happy.

Happy, it is. Voila.

must leave this warm house, must go on the warm street, go 2 minutes to the left and enter the gym
go on the treadmill with weights, run for an hour, and then i can do my tiny death for today, nothing orgasmic even to i us the petite-morte therm, i mean
weatherfront
gives me a headache the 5th day in a row
last night i dared to go out, a bit of waste of time, got drugged in a "let's go rave or have group sex" way, ate cheese on the streets, warm, warm, spring is coming it's actually already here just the post-winter clean-up is still in slushy gross process

so now the weakness of the body shall be defeated for a bit
and then i pass out from exhaustion

too old to ball without balling really hard.

quick try drawing in PS




ran 8 km for the past days. makes my appetite go trough the roof. oioi!

So, one evening in Milan, we all went batshit and tried to bond via drawing each other pictures, playing things of this nature



went out tagging way too early and my friends sort of freaked out. And it was the first and prolly last time I went out tagging, the last thing I remember was my friend disappearing into the night in big jumps, stopping only to GASP tag a fucking CAR. eh!

I drew this for this dude



but it was his studio and next day he had a hissy fit over the things used/ abused (copic markers, which were halfway dried out already, but ok, a need of hissy fit is a deep need indeed sometimes) during that evening so I took that drawing back with myself and promptly unfriended him on facebook, GASP, because I feel soo vindictive and mean.

Then I met the snail in front of La Scala, look how I scratch my head in confusion



I had my fair share of such



one night I danced my ass off since finally someone played Lil Wayne and it seems I can only dance to music of this sorts.

And that concludes this post, I go suffer trough this day, hoe hoe, hoe to be happy?

kids running around and doing the destructo things. i watch them an think i need more cats. what, i alredy contributed! it's always a pleasure to hook up wth a similar uncertain person, but happy and all excited about snow, swimming, dancing, so on, so forth
main thing is the other mommy is hott
i am surrounded by hot mommies

now we are tired and down with a virus, all of us, all in together now, i'm white out, i'm white in, i'm black out, i1m black in, if you don't understand than fuck you, i love it, i need it

i'm baking a cake for my neighbor's relatives, i am so out of my mind i just did it all by myself, so i can hear the fat conductor say "you are a really useful engine".


that numerology thing is ridiculous, this shaman lady insisted i change my name etc, but fuck me if that makes any sense.

we are all sick.

but tmrw will be borderline awesome, rested, happy, cakes, being between people that are a bit weird

ah my kitty wants love, so i finish this

omg dear people
in the past week i read abt ppl sticking their heads in the oven to kill themselves
said always in a jokingly manner
yeah
YOU CANNOT KILL YRSELF BY STICKING THE HEAD IN THE OVEN
WOOO MODERN TIMES

you need to use the car and a closed garage

ok, :D