Texts 2017



Reanimation 
 
(The intensive care section)


 Introduction

      Here we are back on Mybunker, a surprise show, a text preceded merely by a small announcement, my return here is something fortuitous, something against my will, from the very beginning it must be said that something like this shouldn't  happen, what it's closed has to remain closed, the problem is that I did not died in the way I had programmed myself,  in the meanwhile, in the absence of the "stellar artillery"  here the things degenerated progressively, it seems that this blog must necessarily accompany me until the last hour.

     Two words about this translation, as I oftenly told you , this a very weak version of my text, I am not a professional translator from Romanian, my English grammer is flawed, what you have here is some Google Translate plus some corrections, in addition, unfortunately not even the best translator in the world couldn't keep the quality near the original, the language this text was composed has "echoes and shadows" , the parts the words are made of have meaning by themselves, it is a torture to try to explain , anyway , enjoy it, it is true !

    As you  know, before cutting my  veins, I closed this "virtual library", my blog, then, some evening, I made an "archetypal" mountainous ascension always up to the top in an attempt to go toward the "infinite," the "infinite" was once again denied to me by cheap and worldly tricks.  After, like a curse , like a fatality,  the inferno reopened its gates again. With increased powers.
Assault and "retaliation".
     It's a fact of life, in the absence of this little blog, I'm crushed, I have inside or around me a platoon of "Aristotles" to whom the world of "ideas" is not scary, they are standing up, they live here and now, maybe then, until the judgment day, it would be useful to us to try keeping them "in chess" here and now.

     The end ... sfarsit in Romanian,  sufer shhhhhht, to suffer quietly?
That's how I planned to do, after all, my failed suicide attempt happened about a month ago,  even so I did not come here to  report anything, I thought to keep a "pre-cambrian" silence about the events, well, up to the next autoattempt against of my life there is some time left, they jumped to walk me down, I swallowed what I swallowed and then I said "o Ada fuck" I have to come back on the blog.
Back to the arena.

What has happened since our last contact here ?
     Besides the failed suicide attempt I will report (without photos anyway , I have some, yet it's ridiculous, it's like I would excuse) in a topic below, I am stucked, the girls are at the start, the gun that should have start the "games" was made of chocolate and Cesar ate it (see the War for the Planet of the Apes 2017), nothing has changed, beyond that, in the real world I turn in rounds as a sort of a  Bismarck hit in  propeller (see naval history) through a Bermuda triangle composed of Wiena, Innsbruck and Munich, I honestly can not say which one is worse and which one is more filled with  inferno and animality among them (Wiena was my heart city, ruined extremely, Innsbruck is horror, Munich the same),  in addition there is a Carton Network warrior that somehow locked the doors for me towards France and Belgium, I can not go to Spain, the North is closed by Germany, Italy is Italy. ..there I go on my own money. A cube (see the movie), a multi-level prison that begins in my mind which is "imprisoned" by the crow, continues in my immediate physical environment where the "sri monkeys" troops are and goes on in the geopolitical situation, the evil is inside me, beside me and on the whole stretch that I can physically cover ... with my identity card let's say.

     Now I came from Munich, horror, it is been said  this episode was in the Ww2 account ... we are looking forward with great interest to that point where the Germans had the Marchall plan and then later the  reunification.
Is the history  repeating itself just partially? Once uppon a time they were identifying themselves with me, they discovered that the "head stench" is more interesting, by the way in Munich I regained   an older disease, the bullying (violence) in the head, the crow (fallen in the toilet) enjoys it very much  ... please solve it.

     How do I feel? A wounded soul, a nightmare, if you want (have to) to commit suicide, you must be sure you will succeed, to give up everything and to mentally prepare for the "great passage" (as Blaga would say) only to wake up back is horrifying.  A painful failure. Time, expenses, preparations, money, after all, this is an investment like any other, if you lose, it's terrible. A major depression. It's worse than before doing it. When you get back from the boundary between life and death, there is more solitude and the world seems to be even dirtier , then it was my second time, it's normal that you feel like an idiot (you'll see the  idiots are on the other side), the horde is struggling to survive and you cannot die?
Then Michidutza (I told you one time in Romanian Satan has many names) shows his horns even worse, he had cut my money off - anyway I was already living with a daily income equal to the average daily income from Papua New Guinea, they cut off from there as well, I told you there was someone who throw me in jail after a suicide attempt in 2016, someone who jumps on me  because he's guilty, well, it's been repeated, I'm back from the death to find something worse than before.
Logic ? Logic.

     I came back from where the event took place and I stopped in Wiena that I just cut off (see also Venice, like veins, no it is not at random ), wrong, mental war, dirt thrown inside my  mind, everything culminated with the cannons ... you have a topic below,  then maybe in retaliation someone gave me the idea of going head down from the mountain, I am so sick of all this that I accepted, to be sure I thought to poison myself before jumping with mercury, "sun" (soare  like sare -to jump)  but only with mercury (the planet closest to the sun ... this coin came to me me later), mercury is a poison with an extra-slow action, a few months, there are cases who have injected mercury into the body and recovered well, I could not do it.
We come back to all of this below.
     I reread a bit  what I have written down here, Ada - the one fallen in the toilet has a better moment and she whispers to me that for the normal citizens who raise children, pay taxes, have plane and monotonous lives something  like this, this race with obstacles towards death must  look like something fantastic, hardcore, over-realistic, Thanaton, but that's the end in my case.

   In Sing Sing, to "Guantanamo", in "Absolom" (see No Escape) and there is no exit. Suspended between life and death, I am both refused. I'm not allowed to come back to life, I'm prevented from committing suicide.
   A kind of reanimation (intensive care), of re-animals, it is not just a  words game, it's true, it is an absolute bestiary here, an invaded by herbs castle, a bizarre osmosis in which nature recovers man's land, culture fades and the intellectuals "all star game" has became a Pandemonium from which you can only shy away your eyes. Reanimation and with this we touch the  explanations for the title subchapter is my suspension status, I'm refused to leave, I'm rescued when I try to commit suicide, my savior isnobody else  than the devil,  the Bible one, a  mentally reduced oldman, he brings me back  to suffer a new  "Septic Flesh"(that is a Greek Horror Metal music band) dose, another dose of "unimaginable", one of us will eventually give up. Or he (they) will give up and I will come back to life or I will go out brutally if necessary. It was almost to happen in Kufstein where I was supposed to throw myself out of the heights.

    Does what you are reading here seem normal for you ? Sometimes during the night some dark demons appear in my mind with huge horns and keeping excrements in their mouths  , I have left the normality for long, I live in the same reality as you and then there inside  my mind I see the obscure rooms of the inferno and its gorgolytes .  Dante is near himself (I cannot tell you how)...
Would you do like me?
Especially if you know that on the other side are friends and that here are the ones described above? Maybe yes. Then at least you can understand the suicidal anger, the drive towards death  leading me these days, here I am weak, the only chance for me is  the devils to go upside down for a round and to teach me how to have the strength to stand against them, otherwise my death is assured.
Funny and unlikely.

     How do I feel physically. A drug fever, the gibbon and his team ("two" ... see Cheloo song Tourette's syndrome) are keeping me stunned without break . I'm  dizzy for about a month, for the rest I am fed, tired, I wear a speed motor jacket with thickened areas, Kawasaki ninja I do not own, I'm aging, I do not have enough hair , as you know  I have a new "battle scar" on my left hand , there's one  to add  to my right hand, the crow (fallen in the toilet ) woke me up one night, she lifted me up and made me fall on my right fingers, which I dreaded very severely, bandages for about 3 weeks, deep grooves on my fingers ...  healing now. Just a sec. you could say, who in the world is the gibbon, he is an ex friend of mine, now unfortunately leading the Sri field teams.

   What am I doing ? I write this text and I prepare a new attempt against my life.
   
     Last text and its effects, zero, I have to confess that the biggest "curse" I encounter in this late stage of this battle is the silence, because we are in conflict, the opposing team did not told me anything essential, this is horrifying for someone slightly indiscreet like me , I do not fear life or death but I would have liked to know, to understand, to have explanations, I found out a few things through the  "lice" in the mind , I'm crazy but not irrational (I'm kidding), I believe  that there may be communication even between enemies, paradoxically between me and Ada (fallen in the toilet ) there are some discussion, forced it is true, she intertwines between my thoughts - it's impossible to avoid her, anyway ...

   As a digression, it's probably easier to talk to her than trying to reject her, by the way, now (being a veteran) I am at the point where I reject almost any conversation. As a digression you can not clearly realize  sometimes the  x or y idea does not belong to you, there are cases when you cannot distinguish, when the thoughts are well concealed and well suited in your daily routine ...you can not tell , I know her , she has Tourette's syndrome :-). Sometimes I tried to stop her, to stop the conversation, she continues somehow alone, by jumping from side to side, playing succesively me and herself. I think it is the most severe case in the history of humankind, normal to such an interference a mind gives up, mine does not succumb, therefore the invader has become ever stronger gaining more and more liberties. It will end soon.

    About the writing of this text, I forgot to tell you the platitude that the title is not inspired by the  Reanimator movie but by my immediate reality, I bothered  to see this movie before writing this text to get  in touch,  this text have a heading dedicated to  film criticism, we can say a few words here anyway, as I supposed the movie has a connection with this text, do not bother, it's a sinister parody with a cat murderer who reanimate bodies, done by them, stupid and grotesque , I'm not a corpse - he's a  cadaver in some ways, as for resurgence they are reanimating me before  becoming a corpse. As a parenthesis this made me change the title of this text that was originally designed with the title Reanimator, there is nothing embarrassing,  if you will see the movie you will understand that I am the one who stays in the house with the reanimator (and takes money from him, an exaggeration). As for me I use the term reanimation close  to the medical meaning, I doubt the term is used in the English medical slang, something like intensive care, anyway in the reanimation room people are suspended between life and death, in the end  majority  "choose" :-) an exit, life or death, I am still there ... waiting for a solution (it is obvioulsy a way of speaking , I am not in a hospital).

    I'm editing this text with great difficulties on my cell phone, it is horrible.

   Some words about my inner mind assistance ,  sometimes they go upside down , sometimes they are used against me ...

    Yesterday when I started writing this  text the crow began hitting me in the head, now she is staying in my ass (really !), I told you, they are some pain triggers  she has remote access to, I remember that I warned those involved to make her  cease, I understand that Ghita of Salzburg is stinking  in my mind, he will take it back in this text.

  ..... The music, how could I say, "when I playing the tune , the bandy-legged girls are pissing their tampon" as Cheloo (that is a Romanian hip hop singer).

     If you think I am weird I must remind you that I am the good guy, the straight and balanced one, if you only could  see the unclean ! Exceptional songs, we have movie soundtracks on this occasion, antidote music, metal, everything top quality  , everything in the category of things to save before the final dissolution.

    It's a joke and it's not a joke, when you fight the devil the limits are slippery, mobile, which was unacceptable yesterday is normal  today, slowly and without notice you get immunity to sickness and septic, the abnormality conquers you and make you insensitive to it, you cannot see it anymore, you become blind to it.
Lately, I myself have left what before I was calling normalcy, I sincerely ask mysef serious questions about the possibility of repairing the evil entered me now in a possible future, if any.
A duel with a versatile and snake like opponent during which you notice that you yourself are irreversibly changed and that you start little by little to aquire some of the inhuman threats of your enemy.
Like it or not you  have to addapt or to disappear into nothingness, you must  choose  quickly, spontaneously, sometimes at night, not prepared, in shock.

These are the introductory notes, shorter than our regular long introductions. 

   Ups. some metals, I heard there are underground works meant to lead to me being rearrested , what I was saying, intensive care level two, "brain death", be close and do not be afraid of demons, there is a small child with huge wings who will cast the demons into tartar in the end.

1. Music
2. A failed (impeded) suicide
3. Its consequences, the guns from Navarronne (an escalation), the Mercury Mountains
4. Reanimation (to commit suicide),
5. Going on wire (a Dangerous Game)
6. The crow on amplifier
7.  Porcacia la mizeria, brother Satan the attacker, the smell of money, the one who "beats" me
8. Brother Cain - The supra avenger
9. Film criticism
10. Conclusions and final considerations

1. Music

     7 songs on this occasion, a very eclectic, syncretic collection of songs , we have three times movie music, first time it is one of the first sounds burst in the history of the silent movie ... and how good it sounds, we have  celestial music taken from the soundtrack of a well-known SF and finally the trumpets that accompany one of the most famous Western films in history.

   We  have then two magnificent songs that you might think are too old a bit, somewhat old-fashioned, good music is not aging. Those things that could be watched on television when we were children, yet they are exceptional and at least one of them is something like a manifest for freedom.

   We have a rap track as well, one accompanied by Tourette's syndrome, why so much dirty talk? I do not know, for me, the one who has the mind invaded by misery it has a therapeutic effect  , something like poison and antidote, sometimes the antidote is just another poison, a healthy and good humor one in this case.

   Metal, a single track today, a classic song, a great hymn that may have been here before, if that's not a manifest, a metal music symbol I do not know what else can be. What do I want to do , could ask various people, buy new markets, possibly the third-age audience? I reproach a little bit to myself that I do not know much about what's going on in the field, I tried a few titles in 2017, I don't remember anything, so I went back  to famous songs, it's not necessarily my role to teach you anything, anyway i'm doing it in a multitude of ways, lets replay now one of the Alpha metal songs ...

    Let's go, this text has already become gigantic, we start with laughter, it comes from some clean sources (see the movie section and the little talk about The name of the Rose), we have Charlie Chaplin,  new employee (cleanse) in an establishment, to exploit him, the owner is asking him to sing as well, immediately after the stage entrance the little vagabond loses the notes his girlfriend wrote the lyrics, the result is this:

1. Charlie Chaplin - Non sense song


We go back to Julio Iglesias for another 
magnificent song:

2. Julio Iglesias - Me olvide de vivir


   We go into a totally different direction now, from the soundtrack of Total Recall movie,  we have celestial, sidereal sounds, if you want to recreate in a music studio the idea of ​​"deep space" musically speaking , that's one of the ideal solutions , Hollywood has very good composers,  see  2.30

3. Jerry Goldsmith - The Dream (Total Recall - Soundtrack)


   Let's come back to Earth, a landing maybe a little unfortunate and that's because we suddenly wake up in a dark, morbid, ugly area of ​​reality, yet I consider this therapeutic music (somehow, all music can be seen as  a therapy ) , it is the cure I was talking about before, the one being almost as bad as the venom, anyway, because Ada has Tourette's syndrome and she is in my mind, let's externalize it this way

4. Cheloo - Tourette's Syndrome


  Let's take some air , move from the above world to  more deserted areas , towards  more solitary places of reality, beware, it's filled  with fast and dangerous  gunmen,  one of the best soundtracks ever:

5. Ennio Morricone - The good, the bad and the ugly


   The metal section, I'm afraid this song has been here before, if that happened then it happened many years ago, on the other hand I'm still thinking to make  a best mybunker songs collection,   very hard, the songs here are already baptised in  holy water, passed through an extremely selective filter, if so then here's a  best of the best song when talking about metals:

6. Manowar - The crown and the ring


    We end up with a song that talks about the most important thing in the world, I am locked in that 3-level dungeon that I was talking about in the introduction, I know the best thing in the world is this:

7. Romina and Albano - Liberta

2. A failed (impeded) suicide attempt

     Let's resume the narrative thread of our history here, as you know before the events to be narrated below I came here and I wrote a text that was including a will and then I closed this blog. Further on, I collected some money, bought  a 10-pieces razor bundle (one euro) that I did not open up, I rested and I waited for the ultimatum to pass. It was Sunday. I ate a "festive" meal in the morning in a restaurant, packed me with some food and drinks (I could not touch any of it, the drinks I had consumed) and took a train from Wien down as you look at the map.
I traveled for about two hours until the landscape became vaguely mountainous, hilly, I chose a locality, Knittelfeld's the name and I got off the train. The name of the town did not matter, the choice was made after the landscape. Surrounding very high hills, after some waste of time and quarrels with Ada (fallen in the toilet) who (it was about 3, 4 in the afternoon) claimed that I could not do what I wanted because only climbing to a hilltop it will take me until midnight, I chose a direction and started walking on the road, at some point I left the road and I started climbing  the hill.

    In the first part of the climb a car driven by an old man passed near me (the horns could not be seen and the cats in the area seemed alive), then I left the country road and continued to climb. After about 20 minutes (in the meanwhile, while writing this the crow burned a 2-amp charger -7 euro damage), I got somewhere near the top, surprise - I rediscovered the highway that goes uphill , after a while I leave it again to enter a dense forest.
It was about 7 pm.
I walked for a while, like a digression , looking down , I noticed something strange, on the ground was sprinkled with a kind of tree cones having the color and the size of  ... I mean brown and prolonged. Many of them. I have never seen anything like that before. No exaggerations and no perversions. It might seem but it's not a metaphor.
"What a wonderful thing," I thought , I make my last earthly path among excrements ".

I found a place without cones, I placed my mattress, I got ready. The sun was just setting over that mute valley ...
No literature here.
At 8-9 a clock the conversations started, guests, friends...the crow very happy , pushing me to action, simulating in my mind the moment of action, that is it, on the inside I was starting to cut myself already. That's something that made the things even more difficult.
I smoked, I drank juice, I thought about  my strange life ... suddenly in my head flashed a funny idea, dying  without any celestial signs?
A kind of Jesus Christ dying without miracles? It did not take two minutes, and among the trees, looking up because I was standing on my back I saw two lights blowing the sky at high speed. Down - not at the height of some planes. I'm not kidding. Above the forest.
 With a starting point and an end point, at high speed, something like cutting with the blade quickly over your hand.
From where I deduced that the celestial signs were the games of the horned ones.

     I kept listening  the sounds of the night in the middle of the forest there, around 11th a clock gipsy lose her patience and started rushing me, what are you afraid ?
 Do it !
Some friends holding her in a rope similar to the way you would keep a beef. I thank them !
Evita  is lower than any beef. It's obviously just an imagery, it's a mental fight ... no ropes.
I have to confess that I have hesitate myself quite a bit, I was sure I will do it, yet the "temptation to exist" (Cioran) is alive, even for a little while, even in the hell I live,  5 minutes more, then another 10 ... another cigarette and then the clock showed 12 at night.
I wrote with something on my phone's cover "for my daughter", there are photos and videos with me there, I fixed the phone on the flashlight, I took two blades from the pack and prepared them with some adhesive tape half-length with  ...  to have more power in my hand, not to cut my right hand.
At 00 and 5 minutes I cut, I was honestly expecting a blood artesian to spring from there, not quite, the crow said it is not ok, I cut for the second time as hard as I could in the same place.
I expected. The effects were not what I expected, I watched the blood, too little ...
At one point, seeing that I am not bleeding enough at all, I put my hand on the remaining tape and bounded the place. I couldn't cut for the third time.
Per total it did not work.

   The next morning I put my hand on the blade  package, unfolded the paper of one blade and tried it on a finger,  I was surprised, not sharp enough , they had been prepared before.
    I also understand that my blood has been thickened in advance. 

Satan is the practical one, he's the one gifted when talking about "concrete" things, he's the trickster, he's the one who's  eyes are on food though he's a billionaire, he's the one who gets (a clone) sexual favors from women for a plate.
The cheap, the obscene, the "human, too human" in terms of Nietzsche.
I leaved the forest with the feeling of being cheated somehow , thinking maybe I didn't do everything possible , with my eyes on the ground and an empty soul.
With the feeling of chains on me. We'll break up.
"Worlds tricksters" (Cosbuc)

3. Its consequences, the guns from Navarronne (an escalation), the Mercury Mountains

   What follows is completely devoid of any logic, I have said it, there is something gay in all this. Last year, after a  dramatic suicide failure accompanied by a  terrible agony, I was taken innocent and throw into jail ... now the situation worsened again on the return.
Maybe I did not have to come back to Wiena after cutting it off, well, I came back and the hell started.
The first was Ada with her mental assault on me, the internal toilet, she came inside my mind doing very dirty stuff and the things degenerated.

    One evening, in one place, Ada ventured bravely with the toilet on me, I was annoyed, I mentally designed my "wonderful" brothers (the two whose names include the blasphemous idea) and I fired cannons with ... in them. See what I have said at the end of the  introduction. Maybe I have exaggerated, anyway they are to blame, if I would say they are closing their eyes to such  things  I would say too little I believe, I think at least one of them pushes her from behind . It was the absolute rain, my mind is full of visitors, spies, artists, educated or less educated people, unofficial people, official people, state or private, in brief  I think they were very risible.
As for our toilet artist, Ada she is totally fallen in the toilet, I told her once that whoever taught her to chew mental crap - big derision made out of her .
Something like a famous movie, The guns of Navarone . A hahaha.
It's a  movie inspired and made by their team anyway.

    In the meanwhile, perhaps in retaliation, in my mind, has grew another strange idea, the one of a brutal conclusion (it's wrong, bear teul, bear death is different from brutal) to jump from the heights.
I came to Innsbruck and I started studying the mountains around, quite high, the Alps, peaks of 4000 meters, I picked something at about 2000, accessible and I decided to try. Then, out of nowhere, the doubt broke into my mind, I had formerly a paralyzed  colleague who wears the same name with the girl I had chosen (if it were) as a teacher (a transfer), then my name can be read as "the one who falls on the back", I stopped and I thought to poison myself with mercury beforehand to be sure, you read in the introduction that it is inefficient, I gave up.
The only thing worse than my situation is being in my situation but immobilized from the neck down. Do not forget who I am -  a winner whether alive or dead, I'm losing in the middle, in charriot perhaps I would lose my soul and become God alienated. Who would have given me the idea and who  get me back on the right track?

Sun and mercury (see planetary alignment), jump but only with mercury, temperature (sun) and mercury.

4. To commit suicide (with pretentious)

    After I realized that the only solution to exit the labyrinth, the "cube",  is the death it remained for me to choose the way I want to escape, by introspection :-) I deduced that I do not want to go by any method, it is a rush but I must  think. I have a status, an education, I can not spoil myself like an animal. A non-Jewish suicidal, ie I am the one who is forced to leave but someone who does not hate himself.
How would you commit suicide?
The royal path for me remains a firearm, unfortunately precisely because of me Usa remains closed for most of the Romanian passports owners, I can not get a weapon.
Let me recapitulate, first of all, I had the idea of ​​poisoning myself with nicotine, because I live on the streets I could not obtain it, all I got was a garage so full of smoke that I was almost about to die because of the smoke coming out of the saucepan where I was prepare the contents and not because of the nicotine.
Bad idea, I quit even if I think  I can have access to civilized conditions like a  gas stove. You die by asphyxiation, I moved on.

Score 0-1. It's just something psychological. If I do not have a nerve then I'm lost. After this failure (with real causes) I felt very bad.

    I went to Wiena and I took 72 pills of paracetamol in 4-5 hours. March 2016.  Does it seem weak ? Wrong, it's hardcore. Besides, it's deadly. Without Satan's prompt intervention, I would have been 100 percent dead.
Psychological Score 5-1. After events, for a while I believed in Satan :-). 

    Hanged is the  way Judas died. It's a death for a  despicable offenders for traitors and weak.
Drowned, I will be mentally manipulated to come back, you can tie your hands ... anyway, I have something against the idea of ​​dying airless, perhaps because I've remained so often without it in a while.
Even twice a night for a while. The crow (fallen in the toilet) is prodigious.

     I decided to cut my veins, I did it, there's another detail I forgot, I think I cut a little too low there in the heart of the forest at the light of the phone flashlight , probably  I did not see very well what I was doing, I cut about 4 cm below the place where the hand begins ... I think I should have cut  about an cm below the line where the hand begins.
Psychological Score 6-2.

    I decided to throw myself down from the mountain, someone, something stopped me, maybe Diablo - Baal's team ("above all else you have earned a rest from this endless battle" -  Diablo 2 Game - the final sequences, after you defeat Baal), for most people paralysis is better than death, I'm at the two extremes, death is ok, to lose my mobility is the e absolute evil.
I gave up, yes, the chance to remain alive is minor, but you have to understand that I'm being manipulated by dark and evil forces, footballers, maybe they would have "helped" me to fall wrong.
Where we are now:

Zn + CaCO3 -> ZnO + CaO + CO
  
    Clause, it may happen   the same way it happened with the nicotine, this reaction occurs in a container on fire. I still do not know what type of hob should I use I would prefer with ethanol (limited quantity) and not electric (heat and smoke at infinity). If I'm hiding through some basement building (some with sockets) and the smoke will be huge they're gonna call the police, plus I have to die from gas and not because of the smoke, choked by heat, as it goes outdoors it does not work , an exception, I had a movie with two who "were doing it" in hay at the country, nice, I liked it. I'm gonna do a test soon.
How do I write this in public, what have I told you about normality, that what is left out of it.

We are not going any further from here, in one way or another we will leave the scene. 

5. Walking on wire (a Dangerous Game)

    This dialectics they're  doing with me will end somewhere not far in the future, the walking on wire , they will have to choose one or the other way where they want to come down, their wires do not go anywhere, if they get me back to life they will come down a bit - as much as their actions are low, up to this point, if they descend on the other side going down in head with me, they might lose their ladder definitively.

    Playing with fire, a game of chess in which they lose on both ends,  at the both extremes, so as they are trying to suspend the game, to freeze it, to extend it to infinity, to prevent its conclusions by all sorts of tricks, well,  I'm no longer available, for a while I did not understand what are they  playing, that's the trick, this is their dirty game.

    An effeminate and weak approach, you have to have balls, to let me die or to admit that the price is too high and you do not want to pay it and to act accordingly.
     A  game from behind the curtain, a rat game, a play of expectation and indecision, something like a couple whose relation does not work, they failed to separate because of the  anxiety and distrust in themself, they do not try to solve openly the conflicts and problems therefore they are torturing each other for years.
This optic of them is transferred on me and turns into jail, the door does not open, I'm trying to die, I'm hindered, eventually I will accept one of the ugly solutions to get out of the impasse ... 

     I'm not useful to them neither alive nor dead, useful to them I am bounded, suspended,  imprisoned, useful for them i am in stagnation, where I do not evolve, where I am always smaller than them. This means they have the power of hurting me.

6. The crow on amplifier

    Somebody actually broke the buttons from the amplifier lately, the "stench" is always on me, she still keeps that crap in her mouth and moves it, she is speaking dirty, she swears, kind of Tourette's Syndrome, she is cursing my family , she is defiling God who was not good with her (the  ugliest tits  I ever see), the solution for her is silicones and repentance.
In this order.

 Here in Innsbruck she is violent, she hits me, I'm not leaving , I dont fear her.
The "collective" imaginary  place her  in a toilet, from there she comes out with something "fresh" in her mouth to scare us or to speak things worthy of the Exorcist movie.

   Theories, in the evening, usually with a ... in the mouth, she plays the role of a television moderator, asking questions, approaching me like an inquisitor, I call that Marius Guy (something between Marius Tuca (a common Romanian tv moderator and Bernardo Guy -  see the Name of the Rose ), we in the first line we have for long agreed  she is unbelivably stupid , once at Wiena we saw images from the audience, I saw a kind of committee made up of former faculty colleagues (some of them are her offspring) who expressed their opinion about the inadmissibility of her stupidity. 
Perfectly stupid as a friend once said.

   Droven by the question how to escape clean after everything , relying on her miracle chickens  Diablo and Baal she repeats the same easy demountable monstrosities, some of them will be subjected to public discussion here, I am eating Ghita with money (Salzburg) etc.

     Her crisis-resolving choice is my assassination in  ring even if that could lead to incalculable effects, possible flooding  her offsping.
"I piss on them" she said.

    She's got an obsession with the Americans, she's always thinking about them,  tail of the eye kind of thinking, all the time she watches over the ocean, I do not know why, once she tried an explanation, she sayd even if by design they are sort of identifying themselves with me in practise they cannot do it, it's too hard for them to identify with me because I am too "extraterestrial" in nature so as the easy way for them is to be her, I thank her, I answered I knew the Americans wanted  war with North Korea not to become one with it.
Where she finds the most understanding there are her fiercest enemies, that's my opinion.

    She loves betrayal but despises the traitors, she is hand in hand with the two hyper-demons, yet she speaks in nasty terms about them, she despises them, somewhere inside her there is a spark of light left, a little respect for the truth, yet she is 95 per cent a dead soul, she has a little and ugly crow who is  blowing the candle in her soul to extinguish it, a small crow and the two demons (old angels) her babies who stinked her more than I did.
It's strange how her babies have destroyed her, I'm not a kid to her - yet I have not taught her to put crap into her own mouth but they did , I did not teach her to cross any limits and to beat the subject in e head to the limit of destruction inside the ring but them.
Today, she understands that there can be no peace and payment between us, that if I have to I will refuse her with the price of my life, I have chosen a "car" from Mada, which eventually, paradoxically partially covers her, unavoidably, with all that linking me with my own girls does not cover the colossal damage that she did to me.
Debts for centuries from my point of view. She is like my slave.

    Someone poorly gifted, with minimum human, intellectual,  spiritual and moral qualities, who went to war to conquer the world, who started a huge conflict, relying on her children from """above""", so far they did not dissapointed her ( my liberation), someone with a  huge ambition and a colossal nerve, a revolutionary without any faith, a mercenary only good to be used by her "naive" offspring in their fight with me, someone extremely aggressive .
A gif  animated picture with a head that moves in and  a dejection .

7. "Porcacia la mizeria," brother Satan, the attacker

   Porcacia la mizeria is an vulgar Italian expression quite transparent for the public so as I will not translate it.

   Last time here, I told you an ultra-secret fact that just a few know , I spent many years here in Austria, here (in theory at least) I saved myself from becoming a new Jesus Christ (I do not know if I should), that's it, I didn't eat Ghita during the ring but small money. I saved myself only in theory, in practice not (for now).

    For the little money I ate, most oftenly, I sweat two hours in the morning in the train stations to Wiena ( mostly), two hours and a  half maybe and then the same every evening, everything for small amounts of money, 3-4 Euros for me enough to eat something, most often poorly and bad, sometimes a little bonus, I hide one two euro in my wallet for varius expences, recently all of them are going for coils and smoking liquids .

Stinky money,  not by themselves but through  the torture and the sweat I gain it.
People are a little bit "Scottish", a little bit jews , on the other hand it must be stressed that here I lived, bad as I lived, in other parts it was worse or nothing.

    For their contribution, the people here received from the Architect a stupid old man who wash his teeth with excrements, pure psychiatry. I dont know how but this one passed successfully the ring test when he was young , maybe he copied at the exams  , anyway now he is officially a wolf, unofficially there is a puddle of Ada and a nifty Jew. David the one who hits me in the head, David the one who is hitting with rocks and stench Goliath in the head . He can not defeat me, because he has learned from the master, Goliath  hits  him back in the head,  applause for Goliath, ten points out of 10 for Goliath, David is a rat.
Lets clarify a bit the thing with what "stinking the head " means, I told you they are all mental, Ada is always inside my head, from time to time she is provoking pains inside my head , exactly the manner I would be hit ...
Lately there is another thing, she is playing with the toilet inside my mind to create a disgusting effect, all this are supported by him. Me at my turn I am not mental, I am just 100 times smarter than then them,  I cannot hit her back, obviously I cannot hit him back, so I project their image and I hit them back (the difference between us, here and everywhere else is that I FEEL).

David is the same with Satan, 666, he is a clone (hairy) of the "great" Romanian national shepherd , Gheorghe (the rapist).
  
     As it turns out, this carcass has come here in this world before me, even though he is here a little bit because of me. Let's repeat, little money taken by me through great suffering from them, a man for them but it's the jew and his quality is ... better not to have it.

    I did not know about his existence for many years, I came here like home, maybe in the beginning he brought me  here, in time,  I noticed something, in many ways it's better than other places, but here it was the place with the mental violence (and Barcelona), here the crow began  bringing toilet inside my head ... after a while you feel like there is some kind of a sore here, something rotten,  stinky, something pestilential, something like a kind of shitty cock who  jumps on you and hurt you for no obvious reason. It was him, my Brother Satan.
An angel initially, I did not catch him as  angel, I was born too late, maybe he was  good but he degenerated over time, becoming something like some kind of a  "chocolate factory" that produces endless manure, something that is guilty of behaviors like those described above.

    The Wolf has two features, tail and a piggy nose,  sorry, I mean he is my enemy and he has some sort of teritoriality worthy of Animal Planet.
I'm coming to "him", he is jumping on me. How? With the crow. He gives her green  to provoke me headaches, he lets her do almost  whatever she likes (remember we are talking about rare animals , a secret , almost mystic category of people called Son of a Man, that means he have to be paternal, to give me "teets" ), I think he was the one learning her to chew crap, it's his way of fighting  me and I think its his way of fighting more generally speaking , a chemist, you have to see that during this happens he is making huge mistakes, normally, where he is  I should be more protected, in theory these are the ones who should put the rats from time to time aside , here there is a superior authority, this one, not only he does not see her but he pushes her from behind and he gives her powers over me. This will have major repercussions over his future destiny.
I think secretely he is a (jewish) Nazzi hunter.
     I saw that the retard believe himself  a Japanese, twice I saw oldies falling down here in their head.
I mean you pay a clone to get a little head wounded - the world should believe  that you're Japanese and  you throw yourself in your head.
 Kamikaze by mandat.

Here is something interesting yet hardly translatable, the situation is not as comical as the paragraph above shows, let's look at it a little schematic
:
- "I go in the head , Gemini on foot" (obviously refers to 9-11)
me deutsche in my head, germany on foot
he Germany on top (Austria or maybe something else), germany down (this can be read anyway, I tell you, it's in Salzburg).
The sausage is from Salzburg, a gypsy with a unique revenge and violence thirst.

    Let's get to another thorny issue now, if I eat Ghita I'm a kind of Jesus Christ, what happens if I eat Ghita, but using money? Is him in people's pocket money?

    I mean, I eat from Austria, parale, para, par, hair , money, men  , so I eat Ghita. How could him be people's pocket money, I ask Ada? Symbolically, she says. I should then die also symbolically.
It's one thing to eat in charities at Gheorghe, it's on his money and on his own expenses (in fact, not really, I have already said, his Franciscans have really a great size, they share meals  for poor on value of millions of euros a year, anyway it is his establishment) and another is to eat money from people and to think that they symbolize him.

   Are money men? Is there any man in Norway, country with an average income of 80,000 euros per year? I think they aren't any (some hair, some metals there are).  Why do the Spaniards use money, if they do not have hair ? Latin America, Africa?
The examples can continue indefinitely, the richest financial countries have no man, Russians for example have a man but they do not excel in finances (he does, they do not).
My ID  is from Romania, it should be the richest country in the world.
Can be seen that these two notions are only  parallel ? That they does not dissolve in each other?

    Money are not man. And the money don't have any smell, the crow says sometimes they stinck  because they simbolise this Austrian jew.
Why would matter? Because she is stincking me in the head for absolutely fantasmagoric reasons, the horned one supports her,  probably because of his senility he has an Iq close to her. 85 or how much it was ? That's considering as well that Samsung Edge 7 that Indian has in her head.

   That's the situation with Brother Satan,  he "suicide" me twice, I wish him to  suicide me the third time,  maybe definitively, Radu to the boy, unbelievable stupid .

    If you see on the streets one with horns and a shit in his mouth it's him.
 Applause for Satan, we eliminate him a few rounds, everytime I see him in mental projections, he is at the table:

Bon appetite , dude !

   Something to add for the end of this topic , maybe some people prefer him even if he is the Devil, that theory with the smallest evil
The smallest river (rau in Romanian, which ia close to rau) is a pee.

    As about the greatest evil you have to understand that it is by far the greatest good, from time to time  the greatest good is assassinated here on earth, listen to that composer, Adolphe Adam.

8. Brother Cain (The avenger)

    About Cain, it is said that, just as in the  good old stories , once uppon a time he was a prince, one who would have met while wandering a white magic expert who transformed him through an unknown trick into a hateful and dark frog condemned to live  on the bottom of a lake . There, on the bottom of the lake, his face was becoming human. Since his father had been very rich, he lived for a few years on the bottom of the lake in great luxury and with great glitter ? Something like the beauty and the beast. Hit in the depths of his self by the magician's boldness, he called all the specialists, consultants, managers, publicity experts :-) in his country to teach him everything about magic tricks and he spent years improving his techniques.

 (- I'm Duncan Mcleod of the Mcleod Clan he said, sorry this is from another movie)
   One day our frog caught the 5 and 25 eruption from the bottom of the lake and went out. I forgot to say that in the meantime the spell had broken apart.
He was human. After some wandering, he met the old white magician he wanted to revenge on for a long time and asked him:

- Boss ! Do not mind , could I help you with the luggage? May I call a cab?  Can I leave my C.V?
 - I do not mind. No. No, replied the magician, making himself unseen. Then he reappear for a second saying, "We do not hire, and then dissappeared again."

   After a while, the old man used a trick and he got reborn to become a beautiful young man  one of great perspective. In transformation, however, he forgot all the old tricks.

    The prince, now a mature man, caught him and held him captive for decades, torturing him, punishing him, hurting him.
Rejecting his freedom and what is actually his.

     Brother Cain is the supra avenger , he's the one who pushed from behind the evil against me, he refuses to release me, he's the one who, like a humble beggar, still requires another day of torture for me as if that would relieve him from his pain .
     He avenged himself a lot during my ring,  once at the beginning he took care me to hit a wall with my head,  he put the Ada crow to mentally assault and hit me to the limit of destroying my mind, he put me innocent in prison, recently it's wc through my mind. And he still refuses to release me. I tried to kill myself twice in an attempt to get rid of this blind Soviet guard, this gulag guard, it is never enough.

    I told him a few things, first of all that I did not personally hurt him (not exactly me), then that while he is hitting me back, he must consider that I am somehow bigger and more important than him which drops again from the quantum, he is my clone,  then at a point I announced him that after my calculations I pretty much finished my payments.

   The poor have become even worse. From my point of view, the evil he is doing now is on debt, he's eating his own future if he has one anymore.

    If my death is added to the payment then the damage done by him is double, I will have to pay back half.
Either he torment me terribly inside the ring and let me go out or he let me easier inside and then kill me at the end through the refusal of giving me what's mine, not both.

   As you can see from the little story above, somebody who revenges of innocent people (not fully)  , these are chickens not man, we are the ones who hit back, no matter what the conditions are.

       More recently, looking at various films  it seemed to me that he is hurting himelself to gain powers over me, some kind of Fals Flag Operations and then to declare war, I'm not sure, that's what I thought. Maybe it's because it's sort of a clone of mine though he behaves like it's the other way around.
(Maybe he believes  that I tried to kill myself  like a kamikaze to hurt him, wrong,  I am trying to get out of the dungeon, from this perpetual intensive care section in which he keeps me.) See, for example, the War for the Planet of the apes that is based on an insult to him, I'm Woody, I'm human, something tells me though we are not the ones who made this movie, I think he did it to hurt himself. Because I'm not sure, I leave it like that.

    I am not Abel, he confuses me and maybe he turns me into him.
He will not answer to anything of what I write here, a dumb, cruel and stupid prison keeper. A non-transparent man, an underground man, his only words are Ada's violent offensives and that dirt on the mouth , chapter where he proudly confuses himself with his good friend and companion Satan.

    I suspect as well that he signed various things with my signature,
I do not know, if I die this clause becomes very likely true.

9. Film Critique  (in the usual style)

    Let's start with the best exhibits I have watched lately, on the first two places we have two legendary films, two perfect movies, two cinematic jewels, two pillars of the cinematic architecture (value-speaking), the eulogies can continue , both in my top 10 ever, I do not know in what order to arrange them , let's do it somehow, The good, the bad and the ugly, Sergio Leone's masterpiece, the music of Ennio Morricone, what to say, follow the structure of this text, there are three main characters, me and two "brothers" of mine, about the three of us is talking about the movie, about three adventurers looking for hidden treasures, how to help you figure out who is who, the ugly is Ghita (with hair), if it's after me the bad is the ugliest, a must see . A magnificent story about ruthless and perfect gunmen, crossing a romantic and charming wild west, a film without women and without weakness, without mercy but with forgiveness. A movie that has a major flaw , an illogical title somehow, which could be the reason I have been avoiding it for so long, it had to come when it had to come,  now that we have met, we will not break up easily. .
The end is magnificent, it contains one of the most tense, strenuous moments in the history of the cinema,  see the sequence with the 3 heroes face to face and a shocking conclusion, half-half with Ghita, I disagree, let's say maximum his freedom and a bag (4 not a chance).
"Blondieeeeeeeee! Blondieeeeee!"

    Modern Times, I started to see Charlie Chaplin's movies, this title rises above all the others I've seen, maybe more sympathetic, more comic, and more humorous than City Lights, charming, vibrant , at some point, the silence breaks for the song you've listened above, it's unfair to talk less about this movie than about others when it comes to the most important titles in history, it's inspiring, a mouth of oxygen, it's unbelievable funny  and the girl is so sweet you cannot take your eyes from her.

   Gold rush, Charlie Chaplin again in a romantic historical tale, his women partners are very sweet, he has Georgiana and we have a very comic gold hunt, a blissful beautiful movie, the little vagabond becomes a millionaire, a movie which should not be avoided, at the beginning of the 20th the movies  were with giants, some small and comic ones.

    Other very important titles, Citizen Kane, I finally saw Citizen Kane, I started seeing it many years ago, I was in Canada I think, I stopped seeing it after about 20 minutes, I have to say  if you do not know about what and whom it is , it is hard to swallow it, well, now it was easy, a comedy with a sparkling and intelligent parodic face, maybe not the best film in history but anyway one of the best.
We return to Charlie Chaplin for two very interesting titles, The kid, the little vagabond, becoming daddy by accident, opportunity for fun and box (especially the little one), The Circus, Charlie could not be very good at scammers but  he escapes donkeys better than anyone else. An atypical movie usually near the end he is leaving the scene hand in hand with his girlfriend , well the circus ends sad, in solitude, this time the girl goes away with someone else.

   Conquest of Paradise, Gerard Depardieu in the role of Columbus, a film about will and sacrifice, the courage to face the establishment, the conservative visions, beyond all the music of Vangelis ... Monastery of La Rabida.

   The name of the Rose, I've reviewed it, I took Bernardo Guy out of there, about superstition, the devil as a fear of knowledge, I do not quite agree that laughter comes from the devil though it's kind of true. A masterpiece.

   Count of Monte Cristo, after Al Dumas obviously, there are multiple versions, I saw the recent 1992 version , a drama that is tormenting your mind and soul, a  cosmic injustice , one that turns into a great revenge , I saw Leo in the movie, I'm the hero of the movie and like the hero  I too believe in that inscription on that prison stone wall. As about the way  the prisoner escapes from that inferno where the years are measured in beatings with whips I do not know what to say, I have not learned from the priest so much (I cannot explain) ...

   What have I reviewed? Waterworld, Mad Max on water, I see myself somehow in the attitude of the main character, better and more spiritual than the cashing, a movie full of a positive drive, even if it's post-apocalyptic, I think I know who that little girl is, the one having drawn on her back the map towards salvation, towards  dryland.

     Pandorum, one of the best Science Fiction movies ever, a "balls" movie I would place somewhere between Event Horizon and Alien, I remembered I reviewed Alien 2 with Lenuta Replay, the same Lenuta of Loana or Seinfeld or from It was once in the West that I started to see it now, yes the Super Helena (my mother) , I'm a bit upside down  (I'm at Innsbruck). Excellent Alien 2.

   Alien Kovenant and the new Mummy, all right but the scripts not so good as the originals (the first especially if we talk about The Mummy). The Alien Kovenant has, however, illuminated me on some aspects , on various issues.

   Total Recall, interesting and accompanied by a very successful music, Solaris another film I reviewed lately, the original Russian version, a film about our resistance in extreme conditions, about the limits of human science and about our power to see and accept the reality , I really liked Snaut more than Chris , poor end for a big movie .

    Once I went to the cinema and saw an Escape from La style movie, something explosive, something radically different from the mainstream SF movies, when I saw this movie at the cinema the title on the poster was "Escape from Absolom, "I often thought about it, I searched on the net, no response, that is because the movie is called No Escape. I was after all these years almost as impressed as the first time, something happening in a possible world, from a different reality, a gradual escape from inferno. 
Pick it up!

   Movies I've seen first:
20000 legs under the great, 56, one of the very good things made by the opposing team, the book and the film, the history of Captain Nemo, the one who holds a forbidden knowledge to mortals and the way he dies with it ...

    Antoniu and Cleopatra of '72, made professionally,  close in sourut to the original story , as it is in the school history, a little coin,  Antony is a name whose meaning is he son (the one who listens to boys), it's the one who should not listen to girls before naval battles, well, I understand him a little, Cleopatra was really beautiful, gorgeous, at least in the movie ...

  Great Expectations, 46, Dickens, a fascinating story with reverberations in  future, who is your benefactor, if he exists? Of those we know, I saw in the movie the "Ship" and Hana. Could the benefactor be the Devil himself?

   Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man Tell no Tales (2017), until this movie i didn't like Johnny Depp too much (exception in Dead man), it's good luck, here he is very good , a complicated story with many characters,  dead or alive, a humorous story , it's some kind of a comedy, a sympathetic and good humour film accompanied by a positive force.

   The case for Christ, the story of an atheist who fights against superstition for personal reasons and who gradually illuminates himself about the power of persuasion on the rational side of the Christian religion, a movie from where I found interesting details about the history of the New Testament ...

   222, the strange history of strangely converging things, about facts and events that are slipping away from the rational explanation, about madness and leaving normality, about destinies that intertwine strangely. To see.

    Neon Demon, a movie about the world of modeling, I have to say that up to date I do not remember seeing a movie with models, not to talk about a good models movie, well Neon Demon is an excellent, a great film about the world of fashion , a little deviant, a little bloody, a little made to the neon light, which gives it a vampirian aura,  fascinating, I invite you to see it, "I ate her." 

    The War for the Planet of the Apes, I have already said a few words about it, a strange approach, and that's because most of the action takes place on the monkey's side, people appear just a little and they are painted a little one-dimensionally, interesting , in my own mind I still ask me questions about the intellectual filiation of this film.

   Remains of the day, the screening of the homonymous novel with Antony Hopkins as a "butler" , a butler is at least in the movie a man good at everything, taking care of the properties of a very important person, a film about devotion and sacrifice, a beautiful film, a soul movie, coming from an epoch that is now gone.

10. Conclusions and final considerations

   What to start with, with the fact that I'm still playing Real racing 3, I have a Porsche 919 Hybrid 2014 with which I do in the evening ( I would prefer doing it in reality, one of the most relaxing things in the world, well not quite at 380 km / h, with 310 on sepentines) 10 tours to Le Mans, it takes about 30 minutes, omnipotent car, sublime (I have formula 1 cars, other very fast cars, this "on rails" is the best ), it is not what I wanted to talk about, but about the fact they are telling me to stop play it, ups , yesterday I discovered Mada there, she gives me  "machines" there, shame, conspiracy, I have a kind of negative reaction to ideas like this, I suffered in the real world  for about 14 years terribly, what would they want,  to give me in exchange a virtual car? 
It's stupid, maybe not even Satan can be  so ridiculous, "yes,"  Ada says, but see that the game is called REAL racing on purpose, hahaha if I would take the Windows you most operate on your computer and I would call it  Real Windows will it become a real window?
I will not uninstall it.

In case I will suddenly disappear, my will remains the same.

   This text "sounds" better than what I can do by myself (this is applicable for the original Romanian version) , everything you read above is my story, but the team could not help and got mixed in, I wrote the original text linguistically assisted, even Ada (a minute out of the toilet) contributed, stylistically this text is a teamwork, thank them.
Reciting I realized it's like that,  linguistically I'm not fresh, I'm don't think I am able to write by myself so well, a rain of concepts, I am slow, two lights have "brazed" the sky, exactly, it's a little too precise ...

   Financial problems, somebody please help (I received a bit of help, thanks...maybe a alittle bit more) , I told you that after I cut my hands they cut my money, I try hard to keep up with the food and some E Liquids, once again too many drugs inside , about 20-25 euros I need, please send some money to me.

    A show text, a text that could hurt me, those I call here to help me in this giant charity text can not help me too much, the ones I put on the pillar of infamy can and they are actually hurting me very much on the other side, it hardly can be worse I think than going to the middle of the forest and cutting yourself off and then wanting to go down to head from 2,000 m, what a consume of psycho-mental resources ! Before you cut yourself with a blade you have to concentrate, to gather your will, I cannot,  I have in the head Ada that barks incesanntly , day and night sometimes , I did it even so.

    I do not know when and if we will see each other, basically if I fail again, I'll have to come back here if I do not ... I do not know what's going to happen.

       I will have to translate this text into English (!!!), horror, I do not know how to say reanimation in English,   three four days of torment, and then the people will tell me that "that's not exactly English what you're writing  there."

    As long as I was in Innsbruck and I thought about the general structure of this text and I wrote the first topics I was more calm a little, now at Wiena the pressure has begun, what can you do, try to help , what in my mind is ... indescribable .

   I wish you health and virtue there on the Planet of the Apes
This was it, the wine is finished, the drunks are sleeping around. 
It's now time for me to try a new attempt to get out.

Wish me luck !
And a quiet death.

Cosmin

POST SCRIPTUM

1. I understand that the various "mujahedins" are thinking to revenge on the girls in the account for this text, I have to ask them to revenge on me personally.
2. I have just finalized this text and I learned that what I bought in Munich (a bag of calcium carbonate ) could be "baking powder," the madness continues, I'll probably have to buy it again.




The vagabond


Introduction

 Two words before the Engish edition of this text, first of all my apologies for the delay, I have to confess I strongly dislike  translating these texts (almost  equally I love composing them in Romanian) , maybe that is why they come always late, first of all my English is not quite the best, I have real difficulties translating this very heavy content, I am hundred percent sure some parts would be impossible to translate even for a professional translator (the result would be a lot of long explanatory notes), as I oftenly emphasized here these texts are not entirely translatable , the original language they are composed in has something like a shadow, like a secret level, I have to say all the "shadows", the word games, the hidden wisdom dissapears,  vanishes during the translation, what you obtain is a poor copy, a text preserving maybe 30 percent of the quality , the strength of the original , try it even like this, I wish you a pleasant reading. 

   Welcome back in Mybunker dear friends, curious people, other categories, a special thought is going now in this harsh times to my family as much as it's left,  to friends, those who are still there for me  or to those I have earned in the meantime. A special thought for a special woman the one who should release me from this hell, from this timeless Zoo .

    As a digression I am sure that even the enemy is obliging to check these texts, even they have occasionally Mybunker as a  meeting place, these texts are inevitable, it seems that if you were not here you are an outsider, a marginal, your category or class is ... and others. Something like a planet, many, many things orbiting around me and my work if you want, not quite all, yet enough.

    If you have come then I gently invite you to stay a little, to reflect, to think, to try to understand, to approach with grace and understanding  this small mirror of my soul, to read without prejudice these confessions, this journal where, among other things, I discharge part of my disharmonies (they do not have as main source my constitution , as  main source  there are rather my contacts with this Zoo), this blog is for me consequently somewhere between a priest and a psychiatrist (as well as friend and confessor, machine gun nest and negotiation room), which will make you maybe psychiatrist priests, something like Frank Herbert's Pandora characters. As you may know, I'm not a mental,  if I would have been,  I would have liked to know how this text reverberates, find echoes into the minds of the  visitors, I'm sure it's something like a kind of a special tv. channel. An area, an imaginary glade that is like nothing else, a journey into a dark and dangerous country, yet bathed in the light, the shaolin journey :-), a horror movie where the hero dies but dies beautifully, fighting and with his forehead up. I  am pretty sure the people identify with me up to a point,  I'd be curious what's going on later, where they are going from that crossing where the differences between us begin. I hope not back.
Mybunker is a kind of a forbidden city. The treasure of the island. A library Atlantis  :-). Ali Baba's cave. The secret level.
Aurora Borealis. The  Banquet.
witchcraft, souls healing live, on line. Unusual, changing the rules of the game. Watching through the viewfinder at something forbidden. With jealousy maybe.
Receiving incessantly without being asked for anything in return. Some have given something, unfortunately, the jewels" here  flow in a communist way
towards friends and enemies, to deserving and less deserving, to hawks and rats and to everything in between.

  This is the last drop of this elixir, from the essence of my soul projected upon the world. Enjoy it, remember these luminous texts, at the end of this new "adventure" for me  it is freedom or death .
    Today I had a very unpleasant surprise when I tried to publish (the original version of)  this text, this text was written entirely on my mobile phone, I finished it up in the end ,  I "got it up" on my email on my phone and I went to a net cafe to edit and publish it. I couldn't enter to my gmail or my blog from Munich, Google, this intruding spy,  does not recognize this place, it asks me for a phone number to check if it is me, unfortunately my phone has a card from Austria, I received no message with that verification code, I have to publish it using my mobile,  the result is a badly formatted text, font, colors, characters, links, page fitting, everything catastrophic (eventually it does not seem to be so bad) I'm sorry, if you want to read this text in good conditions, take it with  copy paste, move it in a word or something, format it yourself a little. This paragraph is valable for the English version as well, as for Google I told them one time, if we change phone numbers maybe we could go farther and arrange a date or something.  Maybe we will got married. 

   Let's go for a second to various biographical details , to my ordinary biography, to the worldly,  physical,  corporal, the place where we are all equal and subjected to something as ridiculous as the law, back to the life with spasms and gasps, with supermarkets and the question what you you do for living , to the world of the cv's  and to the incessation of everyday life. I have no way of having a   cv. , I am the one  seeing v, so if I cannot  work (la munca) maybe a blade in ca (lama in ca)  would be  a solution. One for a poet, it is true. Ca only for  half (ca could mean prison, yet I prefer to stick to my half) .

   Where I am, in Munich, strange, I was here once some years ago, I gathered about 10 euro I don't  remember what for by sweating in the central station by the hours (for more days), then  the control came on the tram, I did not have a ticket, the 10 euro I handed by force to the "coppers", nice place. Since then, I have not been here . I came now and I have to say I started bleeding a  bit on my nose ( not physical ly), the game I was playing got broken, the doors closed on where I slept,  Ada became a fighting cock, it it a nightmare, I lost a (phone) charger - damaged and  the crow sent me about 3-4 big and painful pimples on my back. Moon call no, isn't me the  hijo de la luna? Why am I here?  Because so it was written, me to come to Germany. In the meanwhile the situation has became really agitated , I was supossed to immense pressures here, day and night, the worst, I will give you a coin , ger mans means cold (something like prison) for a man, now if it is cold there is no son , where there is no sun it doesn't smell very good.  The worst in Europe , I kissed their kids, in exchange they helped Ada to throw shit inside my mind the night before my depart, I hope they are not telling us their next generations will be .. .  

Following it is a long and potentially dangerous journey to Bonn (I was about to travel without money and tickets, Germany is dangerous from this point of view), the trip back, I am still not determined whether the outcome (my exit) will be here or elsewhere.
Reasons, I thought about avoiding being refused to be given  what it is owed to me because I always stand beside that old man whom I have stigmatized here - poor soul, so I took care to for 4 of July to be in Prague, now I am traveling through Germany ...
They are already more than two weeks delay again.
This without counting and ...

   I was a little at the seaside, about 5 days in two sessions, when you go in the south there to the sea coming from the North or from Austria, or anywhere else the feeling is strange, extreme heat, "tiger" mosquitoes, something like "the green inferno, or the  Cannibal Hollocaust. Diablo 2, that jungle level with those infinite small creatures that shoot something on their mouth just the way we were shooting back in our childhood with paper cornets through a bergman tube.
No one shot with anything on me in Italy, nobody did anything to me, it's just a  "feeling".

   What is next,  as I was saying a trip to Bonn-Cologne (cancelled, a late note), then the English version of this text, an ultimatum, a more than tense wait, and then the exit from the maze.

     My last time text and its consequences,  well the result is not  always positive , the positive result was that the dark one took it more easily with the mental toilet for about 3 weeks, then, through various background machinations  and being pushed she came back ... many jokes and echoes in the press, horses and riders, friends and enemies  showing up, a little silence for me and then the little and the comfortable feeling of a fulfilled duty, I started so, with these texts, I go to the end this way. It seems like this has been my duty in all the time, to communicate, to write, to reveal, to keep up the flag.

   Drugs, at the time I am composing this, I feel very bad because of  them, I bought some cheap smoking fluids, I am dizzy, I take half a paracetamol three times a day to get out of my nausea, a sort of a cyclic biorhythm  drug anti-drug, drug anti-drug. I do not quit smoking!

     Stealings  , in Innsbruck, a place known for its damaging character I woke up one morning with my wallet missing, I found it a little later elsewhere than the place than I had place it, it seems that someone  stole it from me, somebody else  returned it to me,  as a medication for the ego, for the honor of a thief, in return they stole my power bank, I had two, the dangerous idea is this, if not the power bank then the power and the bank, that is, maybe the "coppers" will ask ask some money from me ...
We have a topic below on this idea.

   (Virtual disasters
As I explained to you, I am playing a game called Real Racing 3 (if you want to try it you have to set  the  assists for breaks  and direction on medium,  otherwise the cars are very hard to control), the best product of this type for Android by far, well, after  hundreds of hours of gaming I have advanced a lot, be careful what a story here .... somewhere near the end there is a section called Hypercars, the fastest cars in the world, Bugatti, Lambo, etc, at the beginning, I got A Porsche Spyder Concept, that means it was only one made, whatever, a starting acceleration of 3.00 percent to 100km h, (before the upgrades) good brakes, good adhesion, maximum speed of about 330. After a while I could not continue the series with it, to keep pace, the races have a general Pr requirements
... I went to the end of the series of  valid cars for that series and I bought a Swedish miracle called Keonigsegg Agera, fast like the Spyder (from 0 to 100, after that is way faster) in addition it have a maximum speed of about 430 before upgrades  (see Regera 2016 - a bit of giving cars  to Gita , yet the world fastest 0 to 300 in 10 sec ). The result is my  game was off-set, that is, the off-line repairs and upgrades clock is blocked, catastrophic. I was annoyed and uncomfortable, after all, it is said that the Spyder seeing that there was a car that in the straight lines went up on it actually released the Porsche and broke my game.
Incredible! How can anyone be so low?
Beyond that, why a suicidal care about  a simple game? This is my only entertainment, he's gone now because Gita got upset there are others faster than him and my game got broken , Gita is the fastest when he's flying. Obvious !

   Absurd, please resynchronize my game, please fix it. No delay!
It's  crazy.

This vomited jewish saw is the boss here in this Ghetto , Munich,  because of this shit, this stinking white crow, the toilet angel the grey crow (Ada) is trying to do toilet inside my head.  
 Matesituta, the sow of the earth. In Munich, chiefs are the rats friends with him. 

Bloody misery you should hide you rotten stench , how the hell is this latrine man alive?
Friends, Allies, good and resposible citizens  I invite you to the toilet, because of this dirty swine it is  wc inside my head, he is  muia tata shits (mouth daddy shits).
It's himself the shit and you are my guest to do your toilet on him all, so son (shit) of man like he is, I would have cleaned him but I can not.
Oh ! Misery of miseries, a sub-human stall, a schizophrenic sow that has  outstripped any limit when it began to throw the toilet inside me. Jump ! It's fight with the pig, this one is fighting through the back , I need help, assistance, including physically, here in Munich are his ferrets (In the meantime I moved to Innsbruck on my road to he sea). A gipsy city says Ada about Munchen, maybe she is right, its her city.
(A filthy stain on this clean text, I've been avoided to engage this filth frontly here for long time, it's inevitable, now I realize that the name of the Sovietic Baby Boss , Ada's brother sends in the same direction, to the toilet, "Earth, what a latrine "to express ourselves as the guy in the Alien movie.)

     Mybunker, we are near the end of our history, one step more to the destination of our trip, the blog is huge, "so much writing on the wall who can read it all", as a song sais, my daughter, it is her I think about first ,  as a curiosity I have never read the whole content of this blog for the second time, I think it would  surprise me oftenly, a unique history, I think it's for the first time someone reports live something like that, how is inside the Zoo (human zoo), in the case of a miraculous release there is a possibility I will delete this blog , maybe I will replace it with something else, save and so on.

    News, how is evolving the inner dirty war Ada is doing inside my head,  "the s....on the mouth project", we responded to it adequately then somebody noticed that we are all at her level , all going down to respond at the imbecile , to the subhuman, al talking her language. After she has been kept in chess, the score was so bad that she was almost to give up,  she returned a little here in Munich , she is saying that the scheme is "Mu not with el(money)   and hence mu with her, hence she is back in attack ! We talked here in a emergency message about the siege of Vienna,  a couple of  formidable nights of war during the last weeks, the nature of this creature is alien, I will let you choose any 10 underworld people, the worst, to step on their toes and measure then somehow their aggression and savagery, I bet she beats any two of them, the most fanatical put together . I resisted and the team did relatively  great in the trenches, it rained with ..., it's "hardcore", for now it's ok, one more time, Munich is not quite right. A riddle, who is under us right now now ... precisely,  him. Last night she escaped, I knew it stinks subhuman here in Munich, pretty bad , I am ok.

     Threats, you saw that video with  the Police (if no you can find the link here at the music section once again), I am always threatened, these charlatans, these pestilent guys manipulate the police and the law with great easiness , take care (!), my worst thought is that someone might push the things now at the end towards me being re-arrested. There are only two weeks more, in the case
that the "car" will not be, my ultimate wish, the supreme one is to die free. There are no real legal grounds that could lead to my arrest, not even here in Germany where you  go to "frost"  for money, there are some fines but few and old, about two, one more added on a regional train or something will not be enough to put me behind the bars, I do not travel with  Ice , under no circumstances.
Eyes on them!

     Two words about this text and about the writing of it, probably most of you do not have the habitude  of writing anything, it's an obsolete habit , maybe the one thousand little messages for the friends and family , it is not similar at all with the writing of an editorial , I have to tell you that these texts start with me reading small notes made during the month, small ideas written in flight, then I'm struggling to find new formulas,  ideas and themes, exception are the editions that come after major events, arrest, major losses. Then it's easy, all I have to do is finding a shell, a suit suitable for these events. Many things come spontaneously  into my mind once I started to write, otherwise, I think that I am one of the rare real beneficiaries of the Faculty of Philosophy, the place where we all learned that the texts have introduction, content and conclusions, for sure we are a little " free style "here, the introduction is about as  bulky as the text :-), anyway, whenever I start it seems very difficult and every time I end up I am pretty happy with the outcome.  By the way, this text evolves very slowly, painfully slowly, I hurry, until the release of the first version I am blocked here in Munich - it's not a friendly  city, I write on the phone, off line, I write wrongly and I need to correct  almost every word. Another torture, from the elements up here it seems this will be a  medium text in value, I maybe should have to force,  to raise the level , to try to shine, the last representation, yet you have to understand  that part of my thoughts are stuck  elsewhere, in that forest 
where my left hand "will warm up", what I am doing here does not help but it can damage , with all the efforts in the world you can not help me, the things are blocked from"above" and only from there they can unlock. Beyond that, if God freed me and he did not make me the second Christ, then they will probably release me, to turn  against him when you represent him at the highest level, probably equate to perpetual self-destruction, we will see what I am destined for therefore. Thank him in advance, whatever my destiny would be. God is not dead !

    I have a feeling, it seems to me that I forget something, that I miss something essential, that I'm besides what I should write down here a little, maybe this feeling is induced, I do not know - maybe once I knew better how to grasp " the spirit of the moment "and to bring it here, the quintessential, maybe this text is a little strange for the above mentioned reasons , I write driven by duty , it doesn't  help me with anything, on the other hand it is a bit late for the" psychologist hour ", my essence is in these days the disappointment, the situation is deplorable and I'm not talking about myself. Maybe in the end we will meet here, me and that magical formula ... that one really putting the lights on. The place  I am, certainly puts a mark on what I write. My texts from Barcelona were very different from the ones written in Wiena or from Milano. Beyond this it seems the magical formulas time was 2016, I will borrow from there.

     Unbearable, that's the key word, if I would have had a more hysterical nature, maybe I would have taken my eyes off like Oedipus to stop seeing, everything is bearable,   torture,  theft, drugs, madness, lost years, life on the streets, absolute poverty,  "the s.... on the mouth project" :-), but our destiny is unimaginable, unbearably to see. Watching this fall is more painful than all the childish sickness of the Sri people put together.
The place where the pain becomes unbearable, the place where the mind is almost suffocated by paradoxes, the place where everything is upside down, the sky should be called.

   If I will live, I will come back here with data about what will happen here my dear mute readers, I promise you I will keep you  informed about the developments here.

    Surprisingly, this text will have (a premiere) an empty topic ,  on the last day, the day of my death
it will be filled, the reasons are simple to understand, there are some things to say, if I tell it now some might interpret that I dug myself my own grave,  that I vexed or said  facts about or I treated the irresponsibility various people,  in the situation with the naked topic,  when I will fill out that topic, I will be sure which it will be the outcome, more specific I will be sure that the animal will be definitively defeated  the man. Involution of species, chapter one.

   Testament, as you know from the last year, a few days before my attempt to commit suicide I wrote here a text called testament, this text is also a testament, it contains one even if the name of the text is different, this text will also include a topic  called so, where I will reiterate with  little differences my last wishes.

The title, it is simply an ode addressed to my type of life, we have a legendary movie and a magnificent song that support this idea, which somehow help me bibliographically, you'll see later on what am I talking about.

    Essential, crucial, open your  eyes , the Romanian version of this text takes about two days (5-6 days in the enď), it will be written here in Munich, than we will have   a major break, it will last as long as I travel from here up to Bonn (cancelled , yet the break was pretty big between the two versions of this text) ,  about three days, I know but I have not arrived yet in the 21st century, I'm traveling with a carriage like the Count Dracula (as a curiosity and also a matter that together with many others fills me with sadness try this trick -take the  Henry Coanda's name and cut the  double negation, the two n) from Bonn (actually from Innsbruck)  if I will not be kidnapped by aliens  will come the English version of this text, then after finishing the text no matter what time of day it will be I will let the  time flow, resting.
The next day  the counting starts, 12 calendar days and then I leave, then I will kill myself. No jokes, no big talk, no change, no more steps back (remember that clause), no return. No rescue.
Once again, luckily  this blog is dating the posts, I press publish on the English version, the countdown begins the next day.
Why 12, I do not know, I initially wanted a week, then there were 10, 12 is enough.
Already at this time, I repeat this, I am about 2 weeks (3 meanwhile) over 12 years.

   At the end of this text we will have two (almost 3) topics copied from my last year text called my will, the one that preceded my attempt to commit suicide, I will bring them back here, they are definitely better than the ones I would write now, I read a little, they are accompanied by an unimaginably sadness  and  melancholy, Oda for Mybunker, Who I am and My Heritage. My last words.
Today I'm less sad and melancholic ... today I am more hateful and more determined, today I am ready to fight a little more - the fight will not happen here ...
I've changed my mind a little bit, these topics , they will not be simple copies, but annotated, up-to-date versions of the ones last year, read it even if you did it last year.

    Music, l'apocalypse des animaux, kidding, though it's an extraordinary album, ok - we've got a track and from there :-), strong music , conclusive, songs that can put an end to the musical mirage that Mybunker sent to you  beyond  the wall, probably one of the hottest areas of Mybunker, nobody has ever told me, I tell you, the one born with incredibly big ears, probably here, directly or indirectly - in the form of links, pointers (Add the section, the music page) about 40, 50 percent of all real, representative songs,  the really good ones, I do not  know all the good songs ever written  and I could not  bring  here all the good songs I know but if someday  those bald aliens From the Dark City movie would descend among people, I'm sure this collection made by me would be enough for them
to have a fairly accurate picture about the human music, about what good music means.
Last collection, last concert.
You have to have good ears if you do not have - Universal Soldier, I will put them to my throat. Kidding. 

This is a disproportionate introduction to this text, we go to content.

Content

1. Music
2. To die free
3. Where were coppers when ...
4. Film comments
5. Testament
6. Free space (to be completed later), there will be either an "explosion", joy or an indignation. About 17, 18 days.
7. Ode to Mybunker (2016)
8. Who am I (2016)
9. My Inheritance, my Last Words (2016) ...
10. What's next, the end, the curtain.

1. Music

As you know this topic had already  a small preamble in the introduction, we accelerate things, let's start with a song for soul, a musical jewel that I thought to dedicate to my daughter, if I will have to go my great regret is I did not get to know her and to see her growing, she is almost everything I have  , if I escape she will be my refuge, my concern and my new compass site, listen to the song:

1. Julio Iglesias - De nina a mujer


The next song is somehow addressed to myself, a self-dedication in a way, let's say it addresses more  my lifestyle  than  myself as a whole, a timeless song , archetypal,   a song that along with Charlie Chaplin stand as cultural support, as poles for the vaulting arc of this latest edition of the Myunker editorial series. Something of a  beauty beyond all superlatives.

2. Julio Iglesias - The Vagabond


... un pane salame to frugalita

Any  suicide music ? What would you choose for this special occasion ?  Suicidal Tendencies, by the way there is even a band named Suicide Angels, of course it's about me, maybe Iggy Pop - in the deathcar, a wonderful song indeed, I do not add it the list  but you can consider it included in the song list for this special edition, I've stopped on another song today, one so sidereal, slow, ethereal that freezes your blood in your veins, a deeper silence ...

3. Tiamat -A deepest kind of slumber


Morpheus ...

It was a discussion whether to bring this song here or not, after all ... it's nothing. Otherwise the girl I've chosen is not a bitch even in the broad sense of the term (in the sense of a light woman - we would have something of that)), let's exonerate her,  release her officially of any connections with this clip.

4. Parasites - Police pass


I love the sequence  with the guy carrying flowers  with a finger in his ear, otherwise, militicaaaaaaaaa (militia was the old name for the police ďuring Ceausescu's time, a brutal institution charged with the represssion of any political resistance ) !
Looks like he's going to fine me deadly. 

I said I will bring here a song taken from  L'apocalypse des animaux , here it is:

4. Vangelis - La mort du loup

I did not find a suitable clip on youtube, you can find the song, for the rest it is rather  the death of the bear , as for the wolf he covers himself in a shame  enough for 5 planets  and he lives ...

The metal section, let's start with something a  bit more soft at the beginning followed by something extreme.
We start with something grandiose, majestic and pure, pure because it includes children's voices, son (sound) from above , we are for the second time in our musical periplus in Sweden:

5. Therion - Children of the Stone


Yeah, in Munich's Marianeplatz

The Extreme Metal section is well conspicuous, I thought about Cradle of filth, something from cruelty and the beast, it's after the beauty and the beast, I thought about Obituary, it's not cool, it looks like inside the  Metal music , that is my dad's area - he's the metal music, all kinds of trombones came inside and  shed courageous smells out there, we  stay with Dimmu

6. Dimmu Borgir - Serpentine offering


  Let's recount you something , I was in wien at a train station and I asked to somebody 60 cents, supermetals, he asked me why do I need it, in order to invest them in ten  (in Romanian ten means face and tren train) , he gave it to me saying  "I hope  your story is true, "the reality is that I can not tell him my story, it's a long and secret story, and it's not worthing at all 60 cents, it can be found in a measure  here on the blog, but you need months,  maybe years to understand , then I remembered these verses from Dimmu, "My descent is the story of every man, I am hatred, darkness and despair"

2. To die free

   As you could know,  last year I crossed  a dramatic and unusual series of events, well, there were during  the years many strange things in my biography, the head of the poster was my first attempt to commit suicide followed by my at the limit  rescue and then my  incarceration, incarceration  with many  strange and absurd episodes.
Not many can boast with such stories.

   Those very close to this blog, if they make attention, can notice the strange fact that the two succeeded close one after another, in March, a week before my anniversary, I tried to escape from my eternal dungeon, I was stopped at the door of death and put back on the road  only to be imprisoned a month and a little later, on May 8 my unexpected arrest in Perpignan would take place.

   Is there a connection between the two events? At least not superficially, it would be a little absurd, to go to jail because you're trying to die in order to get rid of the Zoo. Anyhow, in my uncritical mind,  in my unconscious mind,  a link has formed between the two events, a kind of fear, a feeling of restlessness,  I am afraid that our history could be repeated up to a point, maybe someone , this time before me  committing the act (which is irreversible this time) could be  thinking of stopping me this way, by trying to put me behind bars. As a perversion we can also imagine the scenario of death in captivity, eventually you can do it inside almost as well. Not really, they gave me guards, guards but inside.

   This is the introduction for this topic, my intentions are clear from the very title of this topic, if I do not get anything then I want to die free.

No malversations, tricks, orchestrations.

3. Where were the coppers when ...

   It seems that our tricksters (sri)   seeing sometimes  it is nothing left for them to do , forget about secrets, about the underground world, about the underground nature of this entire abusive operation, they go to the surface and cry out : Police!
Oh, what a curious one!
What are the reasons as far as I am clean? Despair, hate, perversion.

    Sometimes when the cops are shouted, they come taking without even knowing their side, the side of he evil, they jump on me side by side with the aggressors, how weird, by its nature the police should be an equidistant institution (wrong , the Police i there to fight the bad guys)
I've had many times need of them too, yes you need to call them,  true, I will do it right now, Ada got into my phone and broke my game, in addition she stole my power bank.

   I'm afraid of them these days, every little mistake can shut me down, any legal trick forced to the heights can be turned against me, very minor things, in principle now I have to go to Bonn and get back, what a paradox, where were them
 when my house was stolen, the car damaged, arranged my dismissal from where  I did work?
I'm 13 and a half years with these rats on me, they do not stop  stealing, cameras, phones, money, passports, bank cards ... it's e liquids or powerbanks when I do not have anything left.
Is it me the one who should be arrested?
Are the police man satanists?

   Even if I hurt myself this way
I warn  them that this joke will soon end and the fact that they  fought all this time side by side with the rats will not remain without repercussions.
Someday in the future we will disolve maybe this institution, see Robert Nozick.....

4. Film chronicles (in the usual style)

     Because my life is maybe coming to an end I thought I should continue to see my favorite movies, those which have marked my life and influenced my mind and feelings, those which have made me dream or filled me with melancholy. Irrevocably, overwhelmingly, when I put them together, I found out that I am a lover, a desperate, almost a fundamentalist of the SF film, when at the last moment I wanted to revisit the " movies of my life" I realized that they're  almost always SF, it was Artificial Intelligence, then  Blade Runner, Dark City, Time Machine, there are obviously  other titles, these are the ones that I have reviewed or I am about to review these days. Surprisingly  my second most favorite movies category are the adventure movies , it's clear that when I'm not thinking of leaving Terra I'm thinking at least of a trip towards the center of the earth or to the depths of the ocean, society, civilization and human agglomerations are abhorrent and repulsive in my subconscious view.  This is  deeply reflected in my film choices.
On my Third place are screenings  and classic movies.
Let's go and let's add some little coins , after you will read my critics you can review these movies, you will understand them in another key, you will have access to new dimensions.

   The day of the siege, a Italian film about Wiena's siege, we start with it, the theme of the film goes in parallel with my recent history as well as with other events that have marked recent history such as 9-11 (see Porsche), Wien has historically been called "the golden apple " a movie that illuminated me. The adventure movie now, The lost city of z (2016), so different, the explorer and his divided character , the man split  between his two calls , the call of love and the one of the savagery ,  Costica is  present in the film  .
Costica is a friend of mine from Deva , a geographer.

   Dark City, I think the hero of the movie is myself, if you see the movie then you will see that in the 12th hour  maneuvers are made that are meant to prevent my release, beyond that that promontory exists, it is somewhere in Italy, I have not met any Jennifer there.

Dark Cities, Z cities, cities lost in the dark, cities that have never seen the sun, some have a different view, City Lights Charlie Chaplin's masterpiece of 31, what link might exist between these movies, there is not my role to say it all, my role is to awaken your curiosity, it is the Sri who can tell you almost everything. A movie about a vagabond, who you think is the vagabond, you guessed, Charlie Chaplin makes me a caricature, one a little grotesque i could say, beyond that , after seeing the movie I was not upset, but I sank in my mind with a smile on my face, a caricature but an atemporal one, an irony but a deeply human one, marked by spirituality, a film that filled me with melancholy even if it hits me a little, the cinematic masterpiece, a film that muscles of feeling, soul and humor. A movie that is much more than my few words here.
Until you see it, here is a boxing game, do not let yourself be tricked, I am better than that:-):

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=btLDdpf9YAE

... those jumps, the opponent does not fall ....

   Time Machine 2002, I've seen negative reviews on the net, very critical positions, people do not understand anything and they are stupid and ignorant (for the second time I jump to defend  my critic ) the film is undoubtedly a masterpiece, what it tells us it's really tragic and negative. Alex is the brother of Ada, I'm that blonde long haired guy ... what to tell him, the second time he saw her  more correctly :-). The Underworld trilogy (2003), Underworld, Underworld Evolution (2006), Underworld Rise of the lycans (2009)
I have just spoken here about a late sequel of this series, Michel is very weak, powerless, an incredible series based on facts and real people,
for the rest, I understood a little bit how it is with  the vampires and the Lycans, I have to say that from the late sequel I understood the opposite, she is a happy exception, a positive connotation of the term vampire.

The Eagle (2011),  the adventure film once again  in our attention, one with the action  placed in ancient Rome speaking us about the value of the symbols for an advanced civilization, Grimm Brothers (2005) more authentic at the end than at the beginning in life, part of our cultural skeleton through the opera. After the Dark (2013) a surprising film with philosophers and mental experiments, whenever the situation is on the hands of the locksmiths and the main hero dies the result is negative.
Atlantis the lost empire (2001), an adventure film for all ages, an marvelous exit  from boredom and cliché. 
Ghost in a shell (2017), a funny girl who does not keep her mouth shut :-), The hateful eight (2015), QuentinTarantino as I was talking about Scarlett, a movie I  misunderstood, this was before decrypting the subject , I supported  Ade's team, not my own, it is her going   to the hangover :-) :-).
The last which hunter (2015)
A movie with witch hunters, Vin Diesel has a great voice though he does not play any songs.
A history of violence (2005), our history can not be wiped off with the  sponge,
Cannibal Holocaust (1980) a film at the limit with the  snuff movie at least for the 80's,
The beauty and the beast (2017), I just finished seeing it, they say I would be the Beast, I am not looking so bad, I mean, when I am tired or something - if I do not sleep for example, I'm ugly but with moderation, with common sense, with responsibility. As for Belle , I expect her,
I  promise her a flower, one loaded with love and not a  cursed one, like the one in the movie.

Oliver Twist (2005), screening by Charles Dickens by Roman Polansky, a great film and a soul story, Coldwater (2013), a story that cuts your breath about the  life in a prison redevelopment center for youth, Pacific Rim (2013), interesting the boxing parties between Robots and Dinosaurs :-),
American Pastoral (2016) the dramatic history of an erratic education, a film about irreversible actions, Nemesis (2002), a story placed in the future reminding a little bit about the great Blade Runner,   9 (2009), a post apocalyptic   animation film where I know a few characters, Journey to the Center of the Earth (2008), a film inspired by Jules Verne's book, it is a bit like the Atlantis movie, Donnie Darko (2001), a sort of Time Machine but with rabbits,
City of Ember (2001), post-apocalyptic but tragic, an adventure film with a touch of grotesque, absurd, a Lynchian touch I could say  .

See minimally what's up at the top of the list, revisit using the new "city lights," the English edition will add some 5-6 major titles to this already quite fragmented list.

For now I'm adding the title Boss Baby, a brilliant animation movie, all the time
I imagined myself as the smallest of all, the ultimate, the absolute "bugs", an "unpleasant" surprise , there is a guy dressed in a  costume and carrying a diplomat who took my place.
Huooooo! :-)

New entry, Logan, the new sequel to the X-man series,  that  very very bad little "spanish" girl should be my daughter, maybe if I die there is someone to look for her except her mommy. See it,  not at all a bad movie.

Blade Runner , simply the  best, maybe the best soundtrack ever for a movie, futuristic special effects for its time, a great distribution and a story written by a genius like K. Dick.
...the result is outstanding, unique, my top three ever.
Utopia, a part of Plato's ideas world, Blade Runner is our archetipal dreamer on the wide screen ...a visual, acoustic, intellectual orgasm.

5. Testament

   This topic follows closely the structure of the one written in  2016,  yet it is not a simple copy but an updated version,  here are my requests:

A) Without circus media, if (and when) my inanimate body will be  found this will have to remain secret and intimate, not to become a subject for radio or television.

B) Find a crematorium.
..drop the ashes in the sea !!!
I insist! Very important !
I'll will tell you this too, Mediterranean. My body must be guarded until burning, not subjected to external ingerince or interference.

C) I want my little things to remain for  my daughter (the phone), I want her, mature, 25 (let's say) to have access to all this blog (obviously to the saved content).
I place her in God's care, if you read my last year text, you will see that here there are a series of invectives to her mother, she is not that bad and certainly can not be evil with our child. ..
I love her, we will meet again!

D) Last time, I had the humor to ask for my debts to be paid 10 times the amount, they are very ridiculous amounts , I still have to ask they to be  paid , let's say 5 times, I've get older and I have become more "Scottish"  , sorry for Paula.

 E) I have a map of papers, diplomas, other things like that, to be destroyed!
If they wanna keep it they can with the condition that the family photos, to be available for duplication for my daughter.

6. Free place (to be filled on the day of my death)

 7. "Ode" to My Bunker

   It's in quotation marks, an ode should be in lyrics, it seems that last year, being overwhelmed with emotion and by the difficulty of the task, who the hell is writing his testament at 38 (then), I did not notice this detail, this is approximately what  I have written last year ,a corrected, annotated, updated version. 

  Writing remains sometimes the last remedy, the only way out, the only medication, one of the very few real solutions to solitude, for the exposure to the Zoo, the blog that became a priest, confessor, and psychoanalyst, there are things we can  tell better to strangers, trying to find some understanding.

    Mybunker is approaching the end, it's time to raise hymns to it, to praise it, to say that it is my "seriousness", the place where I left my frivolity aside, at the door in order to be a better me. "This place was my metronome, my watch, compass, everything I did in these years pivoted, had as a temporal reference and not only these texts, I have lived, traveled, this texts were like my sun.
Something like Machiavelli, I'm not Machiavelic at all, between these texts my life deployed in misery, well, here I dressed in expensive ,  chosen clothing.   Machiavelli's biography tells us that he spent his days doing walks among the peasants dressed in simple clothes and addressing questions about the harvests while he was wearing expensive outfits later in the night because he was going to meet the spirit, to read and to think about  Homer or Plato.
 Here I am most often dressed in expensive clothes, I try to leave the mess  aside, unfortunately I can not always succeed, he-the piggy   is beyond my supportability. Beyond my tolerance.

  Anyway, luxury representations made with pure heart and crystalline intentions.
  
 Here I decanted, here I used a Machine Gun against some, it does not interest them, here I was sometimes in the world of pure ideas, Mybunker is a friend and my own utopia (the city of the sun).
Thanks to Blogger .com, who have kept this site untouched, thank God for giving it to me and for leaving it to me.
During these years I was stolen, betrayed, nothing sacred, nothing untouchable, and yet this little temple remained here,  while I am writing this the crow started to threat .
 More than any temple, it is the place where (I) have taken
On top  the christi, sri-stii, they are nothing, now we have soni (shit) of a  man who stinck as the entire sri together.

   A sacrifice dedicated to the unknown man  as Vangelis's song, efforts, time, intelligence and a share of my pain from the cross for him.

     Mybunker stood for me instead of a house, when I built this little blog I was already homeless, here I went inside, washed myself as an  Islamic at the entrance to the mosque and then I wrote. I did it in faith and belief. 

   The dead do not need houses, we will soon break up my dear virtualfriend.

8. Who am I?

    I am a man who has a soul, besides, I am the journey of this soul through the world, his way of experiencing and filling itself wih feelings, here is a defining list:

   I was the son of John (primordial) and Elena Craciun (secondary), I was born in a hospital in Deva on March 26, 1978 at 6 in the afternoon, I was not feed with mother milk but with a product called Humana ( maybe that's why I am the only one left, I'm kidding), I was raised by my father, when I was about 5 years old my dad put on an accordion in my hand in order to honor my name, to be a son of cra Craciun, if I  started, I came to sing so well that I became a national laureate , first prise of "Cantarea Romaniei",   I also had obtained a second place in the county this time at Piano, that's not so cra cra. The music professor, a man named Blaga in order to remind about Lucian Blaga, nicknamed me "muzicus".
   I used to lurk on the door and to go to the neighbors .

   I grew up partly at the country, and there I found my freedom against  my city home restrictions, home I was always suffocated under school lessons and the infinite music hours.
I've wandered on the hills for days, I used various childish exploding devices,   I've fired a craft crossbow and I spent hundreds of evenings talking "junk" jokes.
Back in the city I played mostly with the girls, guys were missing among our neighbors , I was the most listened one during the literature class hours  when It was about was stories telling.
I was called a "screw" by a lady at the sea, I was almost drowning in a pool because of a slippery bottom in a place called Geoagiu Bai, I ate cakes and drank Frucola (a communist clone of Coke) twice a day in a place called "Tosca" a small confectionery located not far from where we lived.

   I cryed once only hearing my father talking about his death, I was left alone one winter night out in the dark  ,  frightened I fled towards the entrance of the building, I slipped on a ice and cracked one of my front teeth , it was close of  being hit with a boulder in the head by an idiot worker while stealing  "tube bergman" (I had everything as a kid,  no need to steal anything, yet that was some kind of a tube used in constructions I did not find home )

  I was not good at football, when the two best  made the teams, I mean when the team captains were choosing  the players, I was remaining the last -with Ienciu, Ienciu was (is) a person neuromotor handicapped.
Ball (minge) and mind (minte) are not exactly the same thing.
  
 I became a rocker through the 7th and I stayed for ever. I suffered from acne, a wonderful gift and in a while I had a terrible tachycardia. I graduate a professional school and I have a degree in electricity, I have to say that I am and I always was  an absolute "outsider" in the matter, my boss in factory called me one time Aerosmith for being a "visitor" from stratosphere on the place ,  I think it is my parents fault , such a regrettable confusion , to place an artist  among  cables, power measuring devises and engines . This is my destiny.
I tried karate and boxing, but I found bodybuilding more suited for me, I preserve some traces even now , if I will get out finding a gym will be one of my first priorities .

  While being young I smoked cigarettes  alongside with stumps gathered from down, we were very near of being arrested by the Police for doing exercises in the park at Deva with a handcrafted Nunchak made from a sweep tail :-). In my youth I was an expert in unzipping audio tapes and I had a Tehnoton (made in Romania ) audio player made out of Adamantium, I hit it incessantly during the years, hundreds of punches, it always worked. Good stuff -best !
I payed 1800 lei for a tape with a band called Monstrosity back when this amount  was kind of a salary. I've lost hundreds of hours and everything I've pocketed from my parents' wallets on mechanical games, I played hundreds of hours of pool, it was the only thing to do in my little city. I loved Jungle Book and 101 Dalmatians , I remeber I went one time while having about 6 to see the second one for the 6th or maybe 7th  time despite my parents interdiction and I was punished for that.

   I kicked people in the head and I spit them in face and then I regretted, I sang for hours at the school with big volume, Oh Lord have mercy, maybe it was more important than the school itself, during my high school  I walked away from home at 6.50 am and I returned to 10 pm with a half-hour break in the middle of the day, once I started writing down the titles of the science fiction books  I read and I counted about 700, I couldn't  remember them  all. In school  I was noted with two out of ten at behavior,   I drive through the city  my dad's car after his death without drivers licence, I had few friends and even fewer girlfriends, I graduated from the Philosophy Faculty of Bucharest and I have post universitary studies, from there I have taken some  "Nkvd " on me, I suffered from an induced illness (mentally) called anxious syndrome, it was a stench syndrome, I have seen madness and calvary with my eyes
enough  to place in a  madhouse about 10 healthy people.
      
   The following statement is weird, but it is true, I am one of the most luxuriant human beings born under the sun.
I am Batman, I'm the one who kisses the babies on the nose and the ears when I pass by them, I'm not ...
  from here. Instead I have received in some places the Police, not the same forces ...

   Who em I (earthly speaking)  can  easily be seen by going to the music section, do you remember when I said here about Adriana, that she is a gypsy fagot because her father was  colored and her mother was  called  Sapunaru , somewhere at the intersection of the two who gave us life . Therefore here it is  , I am from Laponia (remember the Santa Claus story) coming from some kind of a  Swedish father wih Norvegian ascent (actually a little Austro Hungarian Romanian from Transylvania), and a Greek mother  (Elena) with a little spanish ascent. Well, what about the parasites? Well, I'm from Romania and I live  with change. Do you see much change around ?

   I am the prophet and the prototype, it seems  that this annoyed the communists, I'm not dead, I'm alive, I care, I feel, I can not breathe, I have a soul.

   You know what I thought last night, that someone, somehow, a month after I wrote this text, so human , so vibrant, took me up with the cops and put me in jail.
Hahahaha to lack receptors ....

9. My Inheritance, My Last Words (2016) ...

  Did I lose my talent? Why are we still in 2016? I have lost the will, the feeling, it's full of pigs around who don't  care what  people say  or think about  them, you have to stigmatize them with the a spear burned in  fire, the words are useless, this is a frightening feature of the 20th and 21th centuries maybe. No honor, no shame.

  What em I living  behind? Well, as I said above, a toilet, no this site is not a toilet, haha materially speaking nothing, a ridiculous amount of objects, last time I said I leave behind an I.d. card with the address of the criminals, there is not their fault, not primordial.
My inheritance is an attitude, a lesson, the proof that you can live a dignified life even if being poor and hunted by rotation by demons and by "angels" ( re-qualified as hair cutters), that you can stay strong and humane in any condition.

My fight!

This was my sacrifice, I came here disarmed, I am the messenger, I think the barbarians will send my head cut down back to the Caesar, I would have liked to take the Caesar's place after,   just for one battle .
    
 That's what I was, this was my fight, my work , my work can be minimized, criticized, it's still unique, history is written by the winners, for the moment   it seems  they wanna  kill the messenger, it's just a stage that should prepare the great cleaning.

10. Conclusion 2017

   Reading and rewinding all this I terribly annoyed myself , what a mess!
A Biblical misery!
Misery on the bibilica(head.) The one who still works.

My game is still damaged.  

   There are major changes in my plans, I said that from Munich I will go to Bonn Cologne immediately after the publication of this text and from there I will publish the translation, from here from Munich i traveled to  Nurenberg  and I returned, no reasons to go farther, it is already to much Germany for me , I get some little change 
,  after publishing  this i will go for 3 4 days at the sea, from  there I will return to Wien , place I will spend my last  days of  ultimatum and life.
There I will prepare my exit.

 I have a prayer, a "holy" request, if we get there, to my suicidal  , in the last hours I would like to be strongly assisted against Ada, as I told you last year, this scheme did not succeed, I was dying
and the crow was still on me although I had previously asked to be left alone for an hour or so, I would rather be quiet at the end, with no scabby things in my mind.

All the friendly forces -I need help turing the nights , it's hell on earth.

Today is August 1, today I publish this text, tomorrow we starting the counter, be awake , my death will bring in time irreparable damage to this planet.

Farewell ! God to enlighten 
and accompany you!
Let's hope that eventually, even in the last hour, this will finish well.

Craciun Cosmin Ioan




A man had a horse...







 Introductory notes

Welcome back to Mybunker dear friends, former colleagues, former teachers, interested people or simple " circus" amateurs:-), before any other mentions I have to apologize from the very beginning for what you will read here in this text , I know there are a lot of respectable people among the readers of this blog, what you will meet here is unfortunately the "horror" collection, something outrageous, a grotesque content, what I will write here is sinister with a capital S and as for me , I have to apologize apriori for all this, obviously the sinister character of this writing does not come from me. 


   The horror, suspense and fantasy "biographical literature" will soon end here, with melancholy, with sadness I have to emphasize that this is our penultimate encounter here, the June edition, this one , as one can easily understand, is the penultimate great text here, in July, we will have here a new text, the last one, it will either be a testament as unfortunately already happened, or a text that will accompany a great celebration, the expression of a great joy, the sign or the feedback of my release from this "eternal" hell. I repeat it, this fast-paced, eclectic and non professional blog has kept me alive in all these years, maybe if the result will be the positive one I will keep it alive myself, yet certainly the series of monthly editorials will come to an end starting with August 2017.


    2011 -2017, there are 7 years since occasionally we meet here , yesterday, thinking about the end, about renouncing to write, I went back to my blog and I searched for a second (inside) the catalog of texts called the "monkey's week", I wanted to feel the "dust" blotted on the papers of the beginning of the road, I was surprised the exuberance and about the naivety I had back then, I am accompanied by a lot of experience now, by some kind of wisdom accompanied by experience, beyond that, I am the first and the greatest winner of all this work, of this journal, I'm sure there are other winners as well, in the end, there are some who deserve to win something from here, yet you must deserve it and that can be objective and not necessarily subjective. There are certainly some who bother the head here inside like some mice , who are trying to look for the precious stones (for the runes...there are some) and for the gold (the "pearls" are coming from Ada, in Romania , in the educational system, when you say or write huge stupidities they are calling it "pearls), some who, after they "feed" from here, go out of here cursing me through there teeth and wishing to see me dead, there are all kind of categories, friends, some who helped me when I called, some can not help, at least if you cannot help don't hate me , it's the way it is , I was born like this, anti 666. I'm only once.


    The most important thing to note in the onset of this text is that officially, precisely, scientifically, mathematically, beyond speculation and doubt, without a doubt :-), somewhere at the end of June, beginning in July maybe (I'm not sure, I forgot a date, I forgot exactly what date the monster came into my life, anyway I know approximately the time) the gong will beat 12 years , except for Canada, where the fact of me being kept in ring without an associated counter would result in so many negative consequences for all the parties involved directly and closely in this process.


   I'm not willing to wait a lot, it's important to know, the delays are not relevant in this situation, beyond causes, explanations, predestinations, apologies and reasons the delay is already immense, I was for almost 14 years inside, maybe 2 weeks ... Then the catastrophe will inevitably occur.


    Biographical details to date, location, I'm in Wiena, from here I am composing this text, the place is exceptionally queer, it is worse than ever here, I understand that the fault would be of that Jewish (but roman) brother of mine who would give his contest without thinking to almost all the miseries (somewhat)  going through the heads of the rats , there are many problems here, the cherry on the cake is the crow mentally "chewing" excrements and maybe even more important, the fact that I am threatened that if I stay here - no machine, the above mentioned not only it will not give me anything but it is said that he will use all his weight for impeding girls to pass, why do I stay here then?


    Because here I have lived, in addition, it's summer, I'm trying to stay around the seaside, I can not stay in Italy, anyway I intend to descend from here to the sea a couple of times till the fulfillment of the term, I do not eat fish but I'm a little bit of a fish in a way, this word "fish" it breaks a little in pieces like the word suicide, right? 

     Water, sea, beach, beach, sea, water, this would be my biorhythm. If I will ever have a house, it will be on the seashore, or I'll put it in flames with my own hand. Something like Emperor Nero!

     In more detail to the Wiena chapter, there are problems with the places where I sleep, the doors to which I enter the various buildings have been locked, it happened to wait an hour in front of a building in the evening and nobody to go in or out, there are some "haunted" buildings around, ones being inhabited by ghosts staying dwarfed, hidden, barricaded inside so that I cannot come in, the little skunk hidden behind the curtain ... I found a place, after two nights of hell I found out that the street is called something like crowgargasse , an invitation for my parasite to do "kakao" show. In the meanwhile, after me writing here, the situation has become stiff ! In the showers there is only cold water (solved), today I went to try to cut my hair, no hairdresser, it is postponed until 21st.

  Between all the things the worst is the way the retarded is washing her teeth with s..t in order to fill me with nausea, it is the end, in Romanian "sfarsit " and that is why I have to go through this misery, she is preparing the useless substance like a mixture before throwing it towards me , it's like tennis when the player knocks the ball off the field before serving, before launching the ball, I have to say that for the moment and this due to a smart and present team, I resist successfully, the clause was not activated despite the fact that what I was complaining there is on the roll, I am not hanging myself of life but I do not want to die without going to the sea before, beyond that, if they cannot see her anymore, than instead of my death it will be better to make laughter of the world out of them. We return to this subject in a topic below.

    I was thrown a rain of pimples, they are throwing dirt or damaging my clothes (mentally), two nights in a row I was suffocated, lifted, trying to find air I hit with the left-leg the wall , twice in the same place, not very strong, probably the idea is "I sink " ( confounding) with someone who "will hit his knees" I'm not to blame ... and if it is me to blame, if it's me paying then I have to hear many "thank you sir" as well. Seeing only evil means being blind.
    
    A few words about my mental state, I'm ok, I'm really fighting for my sleep, as a curiosity I am a man who needs a lot of sleep, so I've always been, so it is my kind, I read an article in Usa today where A specialist quotes a D. Trump's statement underlining he sleeps 3, 4 hours at night, here we are not alike, I sleep on average somewhere between 8 and 9 hours, I know, that's why I'm poor and I do not aquire anything in life. I'm kidding, maybe at the end, when we will draw a line we'll find out that I'll be doing things to put myself at the top of the list. Almost of any list.
    
   Otherwise, I'm obviously tensed, over-stressed, the proximity of the blade to my veins gives me a cold thrill, I'm sick if I see blood, I do not support those things, I hate syringes, needles, open wounds and things like that, beyond that I can not stand infinitely to wait, if it is deceitful this time as well it will be the last time."Stai la wiena" (stay in wien) is very close to " s'tai venele" ( cutting your veins), the solution may be the seashore.

     How am I dealing with the above mentioned misery? Okay, as a digression I'm not ultimately disturbed of what she is doing ( chewing s..) , I have a hard stomach, lucky me, somebody else I think would throw up even his skeleton, as for me, I'm made to resist to her. ...

   Valorically speaking, without me, with me dead, you can "anoint" this excretory like a kind of queen of the planet, the bluehound, the eminence of the earth, who is the supreme boss? That girl with the swollen and brown "tongue". 

     In a way, you should all be leaning on my feet only for that, the "cars"(women) should fly like in the year 3500 towards me, if I die this will be  the patron, the eminence of the planet ... it does not have the supreme science but she will remain like a kind of a spiritual mother, the senior, the dean, the creature with the most important influence, without me here this " I am sh...ing on everything" to quote her will become the unincorporated queen of the planet. Unfortunately, I'm not kidding.I do not expect anyone to prostrate in front of me, it was a way of saying ...

    If so, then the biblical rain has its deep senses and joints. No, I'm not saying the end will come I am just saying it would be normal. If the one who keeps the "brownie "in her mouth is the boss then maybe a general cleanliness would be necessary and preferred.
    
   What else did I do? Where have I been lately ? Austria, Germany, good news, the Germans are a little bit of gews , yet they are not gypsies, they do not drown on the shore (it is a thing being said about the gipsies), in other words, it was better there now then other times , other times I was hungry there and I had trouble with the police on trains, now I survived there, some food, some money for my E-liquids, if I wouldn't expect to go to the sea maybe there it will be the place to wait until the end, Belgium, on the other hand, they are "very" gypsies, very drowning near to the shore, exactly in the day of departure I was arrested from 2 pm to 11.30 pm on the ground that I was twice in succession at the train station without being capable of explaining ( from their point of view) my presence there, stupid, grotesque but legal, beyond that it seems my release was hard to pay, there are some "stars" that seem to have made sacrifices in order to facilitate my release at the right time, maybe they were forgetting me in a cell, we will go back to all these in a topic below , a small event with (possible) major ramifications , we'll explore it right here a bit later. Back to Germany and then here, here I found chaos at my return, as soon as I entered Austria coming from Germany, to Worgl, she was released and the "chocolate" factory have started, we go on like that ...

    As for me if the road towards freedom, moral sanity, values and heroes with real steel skeleton is going through "chocolate" then we will be much stronger in "chocolate" than this chocolate crow.

     Let's now visit for a second our last time text , the phone is ok, on it am I composing this message, there are some problems, eg. from time to time at the start I see a window saying "unfortunately, touch wiz has stopped" or something like that, the screen stay hidden, it is dark, nothing can be done, it does not come back, I have to restart the phone, I initially went into the settings and I uninstalled the program, even if it is a program that is part of the "factory" set, nothing bad has happened, the phone went ok, then the error returned (!), with the program uninstalled , I tried to re-uninstall the program, I cannot, the consequence is that sometimes I have to turn on the phone three times to use it once. By the way, the "revival" is threatening to destroy this phone as well as my e cig, attention! (It solved in the meantime, I disabled the "motion and gestures" option, I hope the solution is durable...no, previously, I made three starts to enter the menu ...the victory is on their side) 
(As long as I play on my phone, her mouth is perfume and that's upsetting her! Shadow fight 2 has become very slow, i can hardly play ... sad ( solved). Error, last time I said here that I played Real Racing 2 on my zte, I do not know if there is such a game, obviously it's 3. )

    I said here last time that, in my case, history is sometimes repeating, I hope it does not continue, there are some things that I would not want to repeat, the suicide attempt and the madness with the Hungarian cop, I thought maybe that's why I was arrested in Belgium, to create the conditions for new abuses and a new epic misery, we return to all of this below.

     I have to thank once more to all those who helped and supported me, after all, it was not so difficult, 70 euros are not a fortune, anyway, here's a win, I made new friends here on the blog, so in this solitary way, and I kept the contact with the old ones, there are 2 steps ahead friends, some much more difficult, first the equation "if you do not drink my juice the crow will suck on you" should be solved, it's grotesque, stupid and then my liberation issue , I know you can not do much, it is all in the hands of destiny, the destiny is guarded by Gods, angels, more or less serious, I do not know, I have to know you were on my side .... :-), that sounds a bit optimistic.

    Ada, a few words about her (it), my parasite, my inhabitant, the being bereft of humanity, the being for which nothing is too much, the one trying to "win" by any means, however low it would fall, no matter how much it would descend, she became no more than a grotesque skeleton with the dog's middle and a snake skeleton in tail, as for the head, there out of nowhere a poop appeared , she do not give it up, she do not let it go, there are some to whom no one has ever said, because of fear maybe, how ridiculous they are, it's tragic, and her path is ever downward, once arrived here, nothing can bring her back to the waterline.

    The subhuman is real and not a Nazi invention, it does not come from the mind or the pen of any Goebbels, but it is real, hidden, it shows his face only to some, in my case, because these tusks have failed, the wilderness has begun, the clothes fall, the skeletal structure is coming to the surface, which is beyond education and convention, in her case the skeleton is this queer skunk , almost no longer speaking, everything she says is I s..t on everything" and then she takes another "cigar" out of the pack to chew it.

    Do you realize there are people going to the concert at a clone of her called Ariana grande?Absolute insanity ! I'm not saying they should be killed, on the other hand some ear repair sessions should be mandatory, something like some vaccines.

    By the way, the music section returns for this edition! That for those who do not supporing her! If you are on her side , please go out on the streets, cheer up and put something brown in your mouth, it needs to get about 10 cm in relief ... hahaha March of the Poozers something like Devin Townsend's song. Not all, unless you are on her side. Let me see you ! It is said playing with a bow at two hands is recommended like the spin of a ball on the top of it ... if you understand me. You can go on a bicycle on a wheel with the "unclean" in your mouth, you can show slogans, it is forbidden to cry slogans, you can do anything ... if you are with her then everything is allowed. Bread and dirty circus.

    Exceptional songs on this occasion, music of a unique quality, maybe some of my songs may seem a bit "old" somehow, remember that I'm Dad's son, he was a nice old man when I opened my eyes, my music is consequently anachronistic, romantic, full of soul, heart, those who are involved in all this should be the heart of the things, as about the brain, it stays in the quality of the "phone".There is not absolutely true, I'm not brainless even if I don't have a mental phone , however the performances are modest without (historically speaking).

    Let me tell you something about this matter with the "old" music, I was in Milan, in the Dome area of Milan in the evenings, it is full of singers, buffs, street shows, one time walking around there I stopped in front of an old man who accompanied by some negatives, a mp3 player and some boxes was singing old (Italian) songs, I have to say that, spelled, I got stuck for about 30 minutes to listen to it, maybe he studied or performed some music in his youth because he had a very beautiful voice , romantic songs, music for the soul, after a while I looked to see if there is anyone else near by being enchanted by the beauty of this music, a few hurried oldies. And the youth I wondered ... I looked at the young people who were passing over there, either they were not observing or they were ignoring, on the contrary I saw one with a hair raised like a crest, he gave to the old man a very strange and nervous look... Perhaps it sounds to them precisely just as today's music sounds for me, purely non-sense.

    By the way, what are our "old" friends "fuck for food " doing, your "Africans", I saw last night Ghita in a funny movie called 13 Eerie (with revenants, living dead ), I think they have "catched some prey " a while ago, they say food and fut (sex) are alike , if i (take) food from them they "fut" from me in exchange , madness. Otherwise, as I told you, Ada is fuck on food as well, fac means in romanian do, she is using her own mouth to release ...herself.

   This is the introduction, the opening, as in the game of chess case, if you want, the opening is very important, if you do not know how to do it you can wake up stuck , prisoner in your own castle, the pieces (zugzwang is called) "hinder" each other, well, my opening is correct, the main themes and ideas have been launched, the general directions outlined, the atmosphere prepared , the first punches already flew towards these living dead, let's take it:

1. The Music
2. The Clause (the Mental Toilet still running)
3. Elena Ceausescu of Austria
4. Another Lenuta, a police women
5. If it will be ...a request
6. One month more
7. Movies chronicles (in the usual style)
8. Monkeys Week (comments)
9. Conclusions

1. The music

    The music, in my view, has became atrophied in the last decades, why do I still bring music here? My music is all that the "craw" is not, the music here is "heart, mind, and feeling."Hahahaha's response came immediately, there were witnesses, "I'm ... you and on your readers," then, spontaneously she got something in her muffin. There's something ... Cthulhu, how to say, the exorcist, voices of possession (unfortuneately the possessed is me ).

    Let's forget her for a second, we start with an extraordinary song, something sublime, simple and going "straight to the heart" to recall the title of a song of a festive text, I forgot , Amon Amarth , as A digression they released an album on March 25, 2016, I discovered it just now (my birthday is on 26 ), it was released around the same time as the Nightwish album that I brought here right away , thanks a lot: -).
   Here is now a ultimately memorable song, if ever the mankind will disappear I think it should be recorded on that disk sent into space...with what is left , what is the best, what is deeply human:

1. Julio Iglesias - Quiereme Mucho

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eI7vZJ8cX4


   Too charged and touching maybe, let's change the style and go to Romania now for a very successful joke, what this joke has in common with the rest of the songs here, paradoxically it has something, "I sing old refrains".

2. Daniel Iancu - Vine valu imi ia calu (the tide took my horse)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rhmnn8_dQZM

   Something rural ... in a way, it is just a joke. As for the wave, maximum a little one, a flood, maybe who knows ... hahahaha maybe they will kill me so there is a chance of seeing a real one ...

    Let's stay in Romania and become more serious, I told you here my history at the beginning of the "ring", at the beginning it was Cargo, the Rain and then she came, it's not too good, anyway, because we are getting closer to the end, let's close the circle with a magnificent ballad, one that would not have been so useful without that modulation of the voice of the word O in the word use, sense (rost).

3. Cargo - Nu pot trai fara tine (I can not live without you )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SmczGYJ5b4&list=RD_SmczGYJ5b4

    Here it is another ballad, there is something in common with these two tracks, if you watch the melodic line you will notice that in its genius, the melodic line is incredibly simple, what is really magic is the voice part, the human voice remains the most complex instrument , a band that has shone here lately, here is a new sample, just as bright:

4. Helloween -Forever and one

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Dl6CLWLMzk

    Extreme metals section, something extreme , the most extreme , more extrem you cannot find , Fear Factory is not bad, Even So, this line of image and sound is .... apocalyptic

5. Dimmu Borgir - Puritania

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QSP51TNTdQ

  In the night between the years, when the gong beat the first second from 2017, I was in Florence, at Leonardo there, with the earphones on, I was listening Puritania.


2. The Clause (The mental toilet is still running)

   As you know, in my last text I published a clause stipulating that the total waiting time would be reduced as a consequence to various phenomenon up to one month if I can not get another phone (following the destruction of my previous phone) and if the misfortune that the skunk is doing in my mind continues, the phone came immediately , yet farther the things got tricky, so I started a gradual advance to its activation, there was some dirt on the inside but with control, from time to time, minor issues though, I increased the number, it was Belgium where the misery did not stop but it did not explode though (on this side), then Germany where the things were quieter a little and then surprise, Austria, the country where I spent so many years, chaos, explosion, about 10 times more than anywhere, maybe 15.

   The normal result had to be directly 100 percent, what would have been next was just to decide when I will cut off my veins. Then it occurred to me that here they have a dirty pig, I invite you to eat his ears, one who is cunningly trying to kill me through this, maybe behind him is someone else who uses him as a frontrunner because he would not have much to lose, something as a spearhead against me, anyway, disappointment, I changed my mind, we will fight to the end . If I die, very openly, the guilt must be not my weaknesses and sensitivities but them. There is very little time left till the end of all these. The solution found by the crow on the other hand, "you shit ... and you win" is not acceptable for me, I'd let her win too easily, anyway it's a kind of bad quality thing what she does, in addition that's only in her imagination, a little, blurred, once, we make it 15 times in the opposite direction and so it will remain.
   
    More precisely what is she doing ?I told you, the crow chews a "s ..." in her mouth and from time to time she is throwing it towards me, I project it back, there's a bonus for her, special prizes, we get her out of the hunger "and everything repeats itself.

    For example, last night I had about 3, 4 hours of show, what are the reasons, how does she justify this madness? Historically once, i would be to blame for eating "Gheorghe" who is equal s..t .... and even worse that I spent my years using money from here from Austria , the money are not good because, symbolically they are sending towards somebody here , truly an ass hole, therefore I ate s..t ...

   Miracle, this is another explanation, hear this one, "me
nd racul" -the backside in the mouth, she needs a miracle so she thought to try, why not chewing some poop if this would save her miserable life ?

     In another formula, you know what is really weird? She says they are shit , ok? Weird is they have nothing against it.The General Assembly of stupid people, presides Ada and her children. You Ghitilor! Stop this mess!

    From here from this particular point emerges the title of this text, from the old joke, a man had a horse...and the horse had nothing against.

3. Lenuta Ceausescu from Austria

    The one I was talking above again in our attention, a wolf but a clone of my mother, I see my mother, (my dad called my mother Lenuta, from Elenuta, as for Elena Ceausescu she was merely a clone ), it's said he does not see and he don't wants to Seeing Ada, listening to the trees, I am listening to some trees myself, some metal music.

   A sad example, one being sick of something like some kind of insensitivity, a shame , I once had a colleague who had a girl colleague about who said she would accept to put your hand on her breasts, "you can put your hand and leave it there on her teets ," my colleague was recounting , "you can move it, she doesn't react, she says nothing, after about 10, 15 minutes, everything changes, shock ", suddenly the girl realizes what are you doing and she is dismayed, what are you doing, take your hand from there ?
Naughty boy... !

    Something alike in this case, I hope some day he will wake up to see what is happening here under his nose, anyway, I'm living soon the seashore.

    Let's change the topic a bit while discussing about the same person, have you seen the movie called Ben Hur? Very good , he is the Jew (yet Roman with the ring) , I am the roman, I have seen the 2016 version, the trick with the film is that it tells me something, it says he would rush with those chariots (cars) and give it to me before anybody else , something bad quality and probably "touched" by Ghita, I asked without Ghita, my prayer for him is to stand aside and if he ever gives me something not to be "Greek" (see the adage " beware of the gifts given to you by the Greeks")
Rather let some others in advance.

   Ada says that he saved my life when I committed suicide, how sympathetic, what big souls, wonderful brothers, what he saved there were their own skins (red), if they could, they would kill me personally ...

    The greatest fighters the earth had, what do they fight with, by sword, bow, a pen like me at least? No, they are fighting backwards, by launching Adriana ... Adriana is Ghita..

4. Another Lenuta, one Police women

    In my county, if you are not in good relations with the law, you risk going to Barcea, Barcea is a small town located between Deva and Hunedoara, there is the penitentiary which serves the cities around, I do not know why, mystery, I have not yet found out, the name of the town resembles with the word Belgium (Belgia in Romanian).That was a bracket with an introductory role.

   Let's find out what happened more precisely the last time I was there, I went, I stayed there for less than a week because the situation is critical there, pretty bad, anyway, after 5 days of stay, I decided to go. Maybe my departure wouldn't have to take place on Sunday, bad luck, anyway, I prepared, I gathered some "metals" before, said and done, it was a Sunday when I went to the central station, the train was coming, I went out to smoke a cigarette. Outside, as I have already said, it's schizophrenia, police, army, security, stupidity, blindness and a turbulent citizen who has a big dick. A "tiger"

   I have not smoked a great deal that four Police- man came asking for my papers, what em I doing, where do I go, if I have train money, where I live, naughty, nasty, one was quarrelsome with me on the reason I do not look at him when he is talking to me while they were talking to me two in the same time. Aggressive , one said constantly that I was lying about the place where I live and other details, it was true I don't have a home there, anyway he had no way of knowing, they controlled me, turn on all sides all my stuff , they were impudent to me, the naughty told the boss to take me, to apply me a 55 or something like that, the boss refused, it was the first time, finally I left, not before I was told that if I em caught for the second time I could be arrested.
Of the four, I have retained two being nastier and filthier, the one with the attention and a Moroccan rat who was showing me his muscles.

   As a secret, in my "helmet", as soon as I left there I said to our people, take care of this two basterds.

   I left, I went to buy some food for the trip, how would I go, I asked myself, how to get in the train station? I went through the back of the train station, I went in and to be more quiet and sure, I took the train to Brussels North , my train was passing through both stations, I thought it would be better to get out of there.

    After about 5 minutes, what miracle did my eye see? Exactly, the two rats I nominated above, climbing the platform where I was. The marocain and the naughty one. They did not come right after me, they stopped at the stairs from the platform. After a while, I lost them from the view, I went after them to see where they were, they saw me, they arrested me. Cufs and everything .

    Until we continue the story, I have to say that the stations in Brussels are really huge, the probability of rejoining two rats in a city with 5, 6 large stations in a station with 22 platforms is tending to 0, well they were sent to come after me to take me. Legally, it is true , the rats to piss on their law. I was put in a room, my things checked up once again, I was tied up and carried with a car in a sort of arrest center.

    Luckily, when the Moroccan rat asked the prosecutor the approval for my arrest on the phone, I heard what he said, until 1 o'clock in the night ... it was a 14 a clock. Knowing that it was easy for me to accept. I forgot to mention, while my things were controlled, the Moroccan was trying to stir up controversy, probably trying to create premises for violence, at one point he told me that "I have no respect for the Police and for the Belgians", ups, a stupid cop with Gestapo like attitudes. .. where does the rat's information coming from ? Not all Moroccans are miserable! There are some who took care of me in that hell during my French imprisonment, as everywhere, men and lice among them.

   There inside was "Austria" so to say, the gipsy escaped from the chains and became enraged inward, at 11.30 I was released, an hour and a half before, the length of a movie I thought. I went out, I slept, she woke me up at 6.20, usually when this happens I put myself back to sleep after some "war", I did not go back to sleep , I left, at 10 a clock I was at Aachen in Germany with the feeling of a successful escape !
(I escaped to Germany (!!!!), it seems possible)

   In a different way, one day before my arrest, there was a huge gay parade at the central train station in Brussels, with 50000 to 90000 participants, here is a picture to see what the street press in Brussels wrote, participants as participants, but at the event, it seems that some gay Police man participated, I'm sure that in secret it was about the two worms that took me up, here is a precious photo:



Right side on the bottom , rainbow cops, different from bad boy no cops

   It seems that their intention was to forget me there, consequently somebody from the States paid my release , the result is a lot of stress, I thought that either of the two fags could lie that I assaulted them just like the Hungarian miserable who put me in jail?
The templar..

    Maybe the episode was specially created to give birth, to produce a following, any of the two aggressive miseries to declare that I attacked him, nothing happened, from our first contact until my exit , to the back door, beyond that, they do not have much time, whatever they say it leads to a trial, a trial has more episodes, minimum a few months, the repeated failure of me showing up there could lead to my international pursuit, yet somewhere on July 17 up to 20, I will leave you, the "seniors of the war" have time until then to see who they are voting with, with their father or with their mummy.

   By the way, thinking about this I remembered that once upon a time I read in the Romanian press about the Belgian pedophiles, they were some of those arrested in Romania, they came to fuck kids in Romania.

   That's how it is, while I stayed there in Brussels, what I did was to kiss (mentally) all the children around, they gave me in return some fagots and 9 hours of suffering to which we should add, supposedly, a "natural" payment , this is something like a kind of rape , there was a women paying ..my release.

   Maybe I get furious a little bit, there are some good people there, there are people who came to help me with one euro at the station, friends, t-shirts with Batman. On the other hand, sex for prison release ?

5. If it will be ... a demand.

   I do not know why there is a formatting problem on this part of my text, it does not matter, their little tricks, it always happens, some parts are cut off, something is wrongly written ... I know one in Milan who put grass in a pack of tobacco, I asked him why, wait to see he sais, "somebody is gonna pass, they will take it thinking it's tabacco , hahaha"... stuff only SRi can understand .

   This is a topic that I wrote and which has disappeared from my text, strange, I repeat then, as you can see from The Ben Hur it is said that someone would hurry up with the machine so as to surprise everyone, I understand that the choice will not respect at all my list of preferences, I will receive somebody who was involved with Gheorghe during my ring, better don't send anything than doing it in mockery. 

   I made my choice, if anything is wrong there are second places and so on, my priorities are known, again please start with number 1, then if there is something essential that impedes the process move to number 2 and so on...

   If you want to know why the part of this text disappeared here it is the explanation, I could not abstain to make the joke that probably some of them have already got lost while reading this. Too complicated. That's why this part got lost on the road. I asked for a model, one who avoided Gheorghe, that's all .

6. One month more

15 Oct (I do not know exactly) 2003 - 1 Aug 2005 (I do not know exactly) - about 1 year and 9 months
Canada -not countered
March 26, 2007 - July 1, 2017 --- 10 years and 3 months, Total 12

7. Film criticism

   Here are the titles along with short comments for what I've seen lately, a "coin" from time to time, let's start with very best things followed by the good and pretty good titles , then we end up with the B category tabs, the supportable ones... 

     Ben Hur, as you may know a remake after a classic 12-Oscars movie, I've already talked about it, I'm not as ungrateful as the movie presents me, I continue with other samples of my favorite genres, adventures and horror Thriller, In the heart of the sea, a contemporary Moby Dick with fearless sailors and wrecks, The hills have eyes, 1 and 2, a very captivating and realistic horror story especially in the first part, Pompeii 2013, a man had a horse: -) ... a historical, romantic, heroic classical movie, a movie resembling Ben Hur up to a point, thematic and qualitatively speaking, Bridges of spies, see the story from this text with Belgium, a very well-played, suspenseful film, two movies based on the classic Egyptian and then Nordic mitology movies, very interesting and filled with amazing special effects movies , Gods of Egypt and Thor - The Dark World ... heroic stories , both very successful, Gold, a story with many twists, probably many are "seeing" themselves somehow in the hero of this movie, we close this section with a special mention, I missed seeing two very special movies, first of all there it a movie that once when I saw it left a very strong impression on me, it marked me, well, I downloaded and reviewed it, Artificial Intelligence, as a bracket maybe only Blade Runner is so overwhelming ( the Odyssey ... 2001 and Solaris should still be remembered ) , what could I say, the emotion, the effect was the same as the first time, the difference lies in the fact that now I know who is that Android called David, the little machine boy who dreams to be "a real boy" and the intelligent toy bear, a joke in a way, an irony but not maliciously done, on this little joke came a story that lead to one of the most successful films in history, brilliant. Let's get to the more common productions, The green inferno, cannibals movies (yes !), the inner child does not die , Costica appears, Andron, an interesting SF, some kind of a Hunger games placed in the future, Canopy, a sort of me in Ww2, the above mentioned 13 Eerie and The Survivalist, then Banshee Chapter, humorous living dead movies, I forgot the title Predestination, maybe it's a A category movie, it's with Ethan Hawke, the script is a little messy , anyway the idea is interesting, funny, it's worth seeing. I also downloaded some news, pending the second part of Prometheus and the new The Mummy, (Guardians of the Galaxy 2, too), I got Logan and Trainspotting 2, I saw the second Trainspotting , smart and funny, very good acting, for the rest, cuuuuuuunt !

See it !

    The second masterpiece after Artificial Intelligence I wanted to see once again is The Wall, yes, the true, the legendary, the cult movie, Pink Floyd' s The Wall, I forgot to mention it in the original text, after seeing a movie I use to keep a little trace of it, a translation, something in order to remember to bring it here, it was on the other phone, the damaged one, a unique music, a unique feeling, I have to admit I see it many times, maybe I was pushed a little bit by curiosity to see it again, well, I understood many new things, yet there is still much to decrypt, beyond that, the emotions are always the same, strong and vivid, they cannot be decrypted, "hey you don't help them to bury the light"...

    That's it, for sure I've forgotten some titles, it's nothing, I'm happy that I remember something. I have to add the title Automata, an A class film, A from Antonio Banderas, an interesting story relateds somehow to the ideas here , with Artificial Intelligence movie and idea, a movie whose heroes are looking for an exit, they are all trying to surpass something, their own factory limitations, the city life...

    As a digression when we were at the kindergarten, the "teacher" took us out of a room, turned off the lights and put on little films, how magic do you remember? Some 10 15 frames, no sound, pictures accompanied by a small text for each frame, Cinderella, White as snow, Robinson Crusoe, I do not know the title, but among the films of the "comrade" (it was back in communism) was a story with cannibals, immense horror, the terror itself, I remember I saw it a couple of times ... the idea remained deeply buried somewhere in my memory, no, I'm not curious to taste it, you do not have to misunderstand, :-), it is because I have talked about the "immortality of the child in us" . The communism has not raised us stupid, that's another truth ...

8. Monkey's Week

    Once upon a time (2007) I used to come here and to write a little text every week, funny things, what titles, 1,000 dragons and Satan with his biceps strained , Curva, what spirit, what naivety of another plan... let's now go back to the spirit there to a few brief comments on what is happening these days , terrorist attempts, different from she- face "daddy" again, after Manchester, London, I saw the reaction is strengthening the security, will London turn into another Brussels? Army on the streets and a post-apocalyptic landscape, anyway it looks like a ghetto, Brussels not London ...

   It was the oChampions League final, a pretty good match, which had somehow a connection with the monkey stuff going on in my mind. In Usa (where the presence of various people is essential to my survival, fortunately, there is some left), Bill Cosby's trial takes place, unfortunately this process and our history have a connection.

9. Conclusion, final considerations

   This is a part I have not written before , from here I am going to sleep, it's nightmare, it's all closed, I'm sitting by the doors, part of the awful worsening of the situation here, I intend to go to the sea and not I do not have any money, I have about 4 euro in my pocket, I have to give one of them on the net, maybe something ... I don't need 70 euro, put something if you can for that "fish", even those from Romania, put some liquids on it, ... or maybe I am the Black Sea, I do not know, I forgot.

    It's someone who is looking for war with me, that's an observation I've been doing in the recent months, someone who's trying to be blamed and hit here by any means, last month when I came to write, I did not have much to say, quietly I thought ... then , when I was going to write the text the things got really worse, why did I thought, why exactly when I go to put somebody on the pillar of infamy em I attacked blindly ... maybe it serves them for something, God can not be fooled, not even by this big, big tricksters.

    What I am saying, I will be helped with some metals and then I will go to the sea , a little attention with Italy, I told you something about me, it's the way I'm built, I have all the senses very sharp and very present , something like ... it is said that the German doctors invented a kind of product during the war, something like cocaine that kept you awake and with all your senses strained for two or three days without sleeping, able to hear the fly on the roof of the neighboring house ... not like that but I hear well and I receive the stimuli from the environment exactly the opposite of the youth at the Meidling station. When I was arrested, the Moroccan said something while I was headed to the cell, talking to the Police from the office he said when he was young, he was listening to Italian music, I understand what it that about , maybe he's a little wrong with the Italians, that can be read as something else as well - a kind of a threat, anyway, little attention, I do not want to be "picked" from there, what I saw In Belgium is something resembling "France", Adriana syndrome, a kind of falling to the infinity, something like quitting any kind of humanity, of rationality, a madness, a desperation which could be dangerous, I am struggling to remain free, there is no real problem, no serious impediment to this issue.

   It's something I told Adriana and indirectly to my brothers, it is applicable for you all, you all have a life, it has negative parts and positive parts, if the negative parts, the ballast, the nightmare goes beyond a line, if it's unbearable then give up, do it personal, the idea of you telling to the Eternal One that the things are not very good here by killing me is wrong, solve your personal consciousness problems by yourself, if the darkness overwhelms you, if the evil and his presence are unbearable ,quit!

    I pay but I'm not exactly the one to blame, on the other hand, that's something I told Adriana in an intermezzo between two sessions of throwing with dirt, they should throw flowers in front of me on the streets , no, it's not crazy, people are prostrating, but they prostrate themselves completely wrong, I'm not expecting anything, it's just a matter of merit and gratitude, I speak about gratitude. Between you and me, I would be very embarrassed if one they somebody would do something like that.



Let's take the pope as an example, I have nothing with him, let's say he would come to your city, people will throw flowers and try to touch him ... well his contribution in history is 1 in a million compared to me... humanity is still somehow in a very Dark age.

    It's full of pimps, of slaves who do not have 60 cents to give me, the hell of human stupidity is endless.

    That's what it's like, wish me good luck, pray for me, I'm your little ones, I'm in trouble, there's a little more and I'll have to kill myself, this time it's impossible to be saved.

     Emergency messages, that is what happens here while I am not writing big editorials, the first is here above (concerning the places for sleep), then in July a text, I will wait until late to see what happens, then I will write another text to prepare for the departure, while I prepare my blade at the blacksmith ...

Farewell ! Be thankful! Be human !

The walls are answering me "silently from four dawns"... (something like Omar Khayyam, sad his destiny )



INNSNCBRUCK

Introductory note
     Welcome back on Mybunker dear friends, it's been two months since I did not publish anything important here, nothing more than emergency messages, messages sometimes messy because of being written on my mobile phone, the causes of my absence are various, I had no time, it was not the good time, I felt less the need to come here and to decant, to burn, to unload out of the uglyness and the monstrous with which I am bombarded, here I rebalance a little my inner balance, maybe there are many unbalanced among my readers - :), this thought  is cutting a little bit out of my impulse to write, anyway, here it is, I'm now back with a new shock sample from the Mybunker editorial series, who will feel this shock it is a question, I wrote for myself to remark here the people around have a increasing insensivity , something like a derealisation in psychiatric terms if you want, they do not hear, they cannot see, they do not care, they do not react to the environment, there is only them, maybe the general IQ of the population is drastically decreasing and it manifests itself as an insensitivity to stimuli. Everyone enclosed in the temple of his own petty and stupidity.

      Where am I ? Surprisingly and after many spectacular and dramatic turnings of events in Wiena, I tried to write this text from Milan, I could not, I came back here, a text written on various papers which I am copying now on the blog, a text less " enchanted "," imbued "with plastic arts and music then other times, in fact they are completely absent, a dramatic and shocking text, as I said in the above paragraph, a text that brings with it demands and hopes, we will see what it will be .
10 extremely sappy threads, a text that is full of insurgency and absurdity, shocks, conspiracies, a text speaking somehow on the underneath about my uncertainty.
This is the word that describes my current state, uncertainty, too assaulted bythe evil, too disappointed about the "" "good" "" too disbelieving, too lonely and too threatened, I do not know what to do, I will leave but there is too little until I find out the outcome of all these, I would stand and this sounds like a relinquishment, as if I would drop out something of my will and strength, to cooperate in this situation it's like cooperationg with Ceausescu security,  the cleavage between us is huge and it looks like it is becoming ever bigger, maybe I'll wait a little longer , by the way, in jail, this indefatigable pattern, being a little malleable and a little tolerant saved my life, if I would have been absolutely made of steel I had to commit suicide at first term...

      What else did I do ? Where have I been in the meantime? It was a trip and a stay in Barcelona (if you remember from there I wrote my last text,), then Brussels, ​ ​ long stays in Wiena, unfortunately it is one of the few places where I can find “ the simple bear necessities” (like Jungle Book), some cleaner places to sleep (there are some attempts against it) a little cash(as you know obtained with scandal and hysteria), some places where you can spend the day, high speed internet, unfortunately monstrous evolutions coming from Ada are to be added  (I recommend you as a funny variation The Monster movie, that is not a quality movie but it was very funny for me, the monster it's her , there is also a wolf there being hit by the  wrong car ... see it as fun). Now I am here in Wien against my will, you will understand from this text what I mean by that.

     Let's reconnect a little bit with my  last time text , I spoked back then about pimples and blasters placed with great dexterity from time to time on me, it's still the same, the blasters  have cured, I still have one on my little finger on my left foot that resists "heroicly" to treatments, maybe an alternative approach would be more useful for this little "blaster" - :) (I managed to get it out today, the victory is on my side !!!), I talked about the electronic cigarette and about its coils being distroyed at high rates, it continue relatively the same, sometimes the E liquid disappears directly from the tank, I fill it, I smoke and then I wake up with liquid for two or three cigarettes, the truth is that my cigarette burns a lot of liquid, I smoke using coils of 0.5 and this makes it easier to pull directly into the lungs (the shoot goes very easily), the clouds of smoke are pretty big, it's a "smoke seminar" like a friend of mine would say whenever I am among smokers. Even so the thefts are obvious, I talked here about a Russian game, one that made me difficulties, I finished it twice, there was a box there with stuff that "really" strengthens you, I had not discovered back then, the "medium enchant recipe ", I have to say (big deception for the Russians ) I killed May at the first attempt (2-0) and Titan at the second ( 3-0) and in the best session ever, in 5 games I won three times in a row on an impossible level and twice (after) on Insane (try Oriental Saber with Bleeding, it is apocalyptic), I got a bit too deep into detalils maybe, only some are interested, we will come immediately  back to things of collective interest.

     Bleeding! Let's talk a bit about this concept, bleeding in my situation, as I told you I have just played a huge game (pretty big when speaking about mobile games), I played about a month several hours a day to finish it once, well in the last act, like in many other games there is a monstrosity that you have to beat, I defeated it using a kind of a spell that made my swords provoke bleeding to the monster. Now be careful!In November, for Black Friday I bought a cheap phone, a little chinese thing that made me pleasant surprises, I needed it, I needed a clock, mp3 / 4 player, camera and so on, except that , if you turn it on and immediately turn off the light button and reopen it, it leaves you in the dark for about 20 seconds :-) it's almost perfect (not quite so good actually), I played Asphalt 6 and Real Racing 2 on it, a ZTE Blade phone, the problem is here ,
Ze two – closed, ng.
Plus Blade - bleeding.It is the time when I think that if I am again postponed when the last term is done I will leave this world using "bleeding". Strange coincidences!
   
      Even  stranger is what you find in this paragraph namely  that the history is going in rounds  in my case, it is turning back, that to a certain extent, some years ago, I do not remember exactly, it was 2010, 2011 maybe, I went to Innsbruck and then from there I headed to Zurich, in Innsbruck my passport was stolen, as the  old Mybunker's readers could remember  I took the Intercity to Zurich where I was arrested and kept for 3 days in custody for that missing identity act (there was also a paralyzing Spray that was forbidden in Switzerland), I went a little through Berne where, despite the efforts, I failed to obtain the travel documents necessary to return to Romania, I came to Wiena where, after a long "agony" (in quotation marks, I know what is that physically speaking ) I managed to get out of the mess and to go to restore my identity card (it was initially a passport , anyway).
Well, now I spent a few weeks in Wiena, a little too much a bit, one of the causes it was that the Easter cought me here, I stayed, then, in order to change something I went to Innsbruck, I had something to do there, after, I thought to go down to Milan, I had not been there for a long time, in addition "I was going to write this text from there”. I went to Innsbruck, well, there, the second evening after my arrival my phone was broken, I get furious and I smashed it by throwing it in a wall, I do not have a phone.

     This is the "theft" episode. I was playing something, a little motorcycle game called Traffic Ryder when the screen  made a light and went out, then to be definitively the author pushed me to hit him it of the wall, I also contributed , It should not have been touched, she broke it , it is the end.
It seems that the crow put her eyes on him, "exophthalmia " against my phone, when she did not resist anymore to be "a secondary " player in my life she asked Beelzebub - :) (Belize baba, with the old women in Belize: - :)) to finish it, he "kiss lady's hand," she distroy it.

      The arrest epidsode, well, I was not arrested, but I walked hundreds of kilometers from Innsbruck to Milan only to find out the second day that the libraries are closing  at 14 o'clock (It was about 13.00 when I arrived after shower and breakfast) , nightmare, the coming next day it was a feast, go to Italy - there life is a continuous celebration, I went back to the station and I came back to the damn Innsbruck. Two days in the trains to find yourself locked up, to find out that in Milano is simply night. In addition, in the night between the two days of travel I suffered terribly, a dental neuralgia, insomnia and further skin itch, classic there, tenu (Mada) ...
 What's next, obviously in the continuation of the parallelism with the our past situation, a huge torment for about 10-12 days (I obviously need some help) and then maybe the rescue, I have to get another phone. I can not live without it, I do not have a watch, it happened to me to be awaken at 6 in the morning and to go out because of being tricked of the light outside and to see that I'm alone on the streets :-), I know – it happens only to me, if I do not see a movie in the evening, it's chaos, the monster organizes talk shows where the regular television trash might seem Hamlet, I can not ...

      News? Besides the fact that I lost the only thing that provided me with "entertainment, the only source of joy, a tough, cruel war is happening this days , another novelty is that I find myself involved against  a force that seems irrational, something from which I'm still waiting for to come back to normal and to give me what's mine, well, shock, after it's his fault for me being impeded to live my existance, he upsets because I have written him here and goes two steps further, without seeing his own absurdity, he is creating some kind of a fictional prison (no "sun", no phone) for me , besides, this man does not understand that my life is at stake , on the other hand, waiting for him endlessly is kind of a favor and that I can withdraw it from him, if he want me to wait for him then I will not expect him "in prison", in no way, the crow also started to make some incredible things inside my head, you will see below, there is a possibility that we might end up bad, even if the signs are looking good ...
"To put fire on the prison and the house of madmen" (as Eminescu would say)

      Ada, let's talk about it (!) for a second, she is agitated, she will do anything, she tryes to escape by any means, the question that grinds her is how to win, how to escape clean after being accused of things of incredible gravity and incredible dirt, she knows its strengths, the ones above are or seem to be more and more blind, she tryes to use this asset by forcing , surpassing any limit ...

      If for an hour or two she was not on the offensive, she asks me, as if I were a friend of hers, “and me, what should  I do”? That's just the prelude for madness, violence, transcendence of any norms.
Her stupidity is infinite, for Easter she said that she would love to celebrate the easter with anal sex, what a pious! We'll give it to her! Paradoxically, even this creature is God's creation. And dedicated to me :-) :-)
Whatever I would say here, they do not care, being publicly rebuked? Unfortunately, this world is drawn in the subsidiary as a kind of "food chain", she is bigger then you, she is not ashamed , I have  the courage to despise this girl, as for you, some could pay with courage with your life.

      With "violentuta"(little violence) is so and so, anyway, “rape in the teets”? We did that to her and that from the very project, she's a V without teets, one of the woman with the worst looking teets in the world. This is a very hideous creature, see the movie The day of reckoning, you'll find her there on a roadside (the movie is not that good, but it's worth it just for that).

     Transports. Lately I have problems once again with it, as long as I'm still here, in this world, I'm still circulating, surprise again, the oldest problems have come back, the misery in the trains, the ones controling tickets on the QBB are horrible some, they seem so nice and polite, tell them as a curiosity you have no ticket , you will see then politeness and civilization, in Salzburg I was threatened to be locked up and left free only when I pay my debts (!!!), there is no such a thing in the Austrian law, yesterday when I came here in front of the train station there were some young idiots with razors in their hands, something like a veiled threat, that I will be arrested and arbitrary imprisoned so bad that I will be forced to use the blades, hahaha, as you know there is a brother of mine there, a “puradel” in the same time, one that favors and encourages big time the evil, he cannot see Ada even if using the Hubble telescope, even if she fills him with misery everyday, yet it seems he sees me with huge eyes , because, extraordinary, I travel by train.
MuZca!

     An older theme, the authority as a spearhead against me, Sri is throwing into desperation, a lot of suckers good to be sacrificed in me, all in a position of authority, naughty police, myopic and aggressive, they do not speak English of course, aggressive and ready to transcend the boundaries  between which they have legitimate authority security agents , in other words, every puppy in uniform believs himself to be a messenger of justice, a Schwarzenegger in uniform, they are nothing more than the ends of the snake and their justice is worthy of all derision. If I get out of here I'll organise traps , I'll send some kind of rabbits ahead without train tickets and stuff like that, the rats will have to watch what they are doing , if not I will treat their stupidity for good ! Bin Laden has fed all these pigs (no, I do not say they are all piglets), increased powers, increased control, freedoms are as usual stepped on,  dictatorship because the fear of the attacks? The dictatorship is worse than any assault and the puppy in the uniform with the naive sense of justice and order is dangerous, something like a terrorist! A terrorist against my freedom!

   I noted for myself to write a topic with this title, yet the things are precipitating and there are other priorities, much more stringent issues, you can not make anyone derisive anymore, that's the problem, I'm in Austria , encounter a wave of abnormalities, I make notes, “ I will destroy them here”, then go to Switzerland, the evil and the madness are far outweigh the story before, this ones are absolving the ones before, they are washing the others, I go to France and suffer a shock big as the future, that's what it is, I take notes , I plan to bring them here, to show them to the world, do it if you can, unmask them if you can, whenever I find something abnormal something still more grotesque happens so as I awaken in uncertainty and ineffable!
The one before was perfume !!!

       What follows is a hasty and incompetent translation of this text, a “mortification” for about 12 days so long I will have enough for another phone, then all my way to Belgium via Bonn, back and maybe we can meet  here.

        I need a phone , I have no one to ask, ( It is almost impossible to collect such an amount, I can not borrow, I have to ask for help here!

      The title, the mistake is obviously intentional, a proposal for change of name, Zte Blade is the third phone that has been made "kk" (excuses me) there.


Contents

1. An incredible mistake, 3 "sons" bear kk
2. Consequences
3. A Communist colleague, a critic of the concept of "property"
4. Freedom, equality, fraternity, but only for suckers
5. The violation of reality, the subjective truth
6. Film Chronicles
7. President Evil
8.  Not translatable (to be explained)
9.  Not translatable (to be explained)
10. Conclusions

1. An incredible mistake, 3 "sons" bear kk


      Son is not the same with phone, you call (sun in Romanian) somebody using a phone ... that's what I think, I found out that in some people's minds they are somehow reduced and can be used interchangeably. Let's talk a little about my little stays in Innsbruck, stays paid very heavy, stays with big losses, it is true , I should actually start with this - the city name say twice SON and then ck (which is precisely s..t).... excuse me , that is, they treat you with "teets ":-) , with generosity  and then ... you lose.

     As you know, over time, more than one extraordinary occurences happened there, crises, 10 euros and then the return of mental violence,  physical violence at the corner of a street, I think my readers remember the episode in which I was engaged there, I just told you about the theft of my passport and its consequences, and so on.

    It stinks very bad there for me , among other things there it's very important to mention  two phones lost there, first, before trying to commit suicide I made my Samung Pocket one with the river there, then it was an Apple 5 who have met  the railroad from the train station there, okay, but the third? As I told you in the cursed word there are only two sons (phones), IN and NC (eye not and no see), where the third came from only  "The Reckoning" knows.
It's not a big loss and it's a huge loss!
 2. Consequences


    This is a topic written more than one  times, as a curiosity with historical role what I wrote the first time was an ultimatum, this one:
"If within one week starting from the failure and the destruction of my phone I do not receive another or at least an amount representing at least half of the value of the lost object, then this clause will be activated: „reduction of the total waiting time by one month „ (this a suicide, yet in consequence we will „suicide“ a lot of them as well ). "

     In the meanwhile, I received some "mental metals", I was given some kind of final date, well nothing major changed , yet for the moment the ultimatum is not official, it is not active, but there are some things that could activate it together with my inability to buy a new phone.

     Someone has to vote in the end, it is me or Ada, if it is me then I can not wait for somebody to make his duty  in jail, if he thinks that then he's naive and he'll lose it all in the end, I will give my life  happily, for the rest, the misery which I will talk about below may also activate the upper clause, once activated, I do not think I will change my mind. Maybe he will send her earlier , faster, to save his own destiny, but I have to say I see a lot, a lot of irrationality ...

       As for me, I will not go down to Innsbruck for a long time, here in Wiena it's kind of chaos with the ideea of rising any money even if the station is baptized on my name somehow, I oftenly torment myself horribly to make some money to eat, a  menu that would make many of you to throw up, to gather 50 euros ... there are a lot of people here who would do not give you 50 cents even with a gun at the head, so  are them traditional, what can you do?
I need help, that's a consequence, that means  to break the barrier of absurdity and madness that surrounds me, if at least half of the losses would come easy, for the rest "I would break my back" :-).

3. A Communist colleague, a critic of the concept of "property"


      It happened long time ago, I was in the faculty campus, with pride I have to say  I was one of the first students there who got a computer, there were  not many computers in the area, well, I had a colleague who was visiting me, we were playing games , FIFA mostly , virtual football, different variants , 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, quality gaming, world class level, I've been a great player for  many years already, well, this is it, he was coming , we were starting playing.

    I was playing with AC Milan (this Milan is not necessarily a happy part of my destiny, beyond that it seems there is a connection between the match between Milan and Steaua, with Steaua humiliated in the final of Champions League (it was Steaua - Milan 0-4), Hagi was actually playing for Milan but this was going to happen in the future), anyway, the team was (in the game) moving well, it responded well to the  buttons, all good and beautiful until one day when something happened, I dont remember precisely, an accident, I was equalized or defeated in the last second, shock, histery, howling, this have been my second game, I decided to stay on the computer and correct my error, my colleague waited patiently, incredibly I did it again, twice in a row,  when the third game started, surprise, my colleague started to protest, he started to defend his right to enter on the computer, eventually I explained him that it was my computer, the fact that I let him play equally with me is an act of friendship, collegiality, eventually a gift, a favor is a favor and it can be withdrawed.

      Moreover, in a perioud he was playing more than myself at my computer, I was leaving the evenings in the city, beers and friends, at 19, 20,  I returned later at 23, 24 and I was founding him there, precisely as I left him, playing , playing savagely . He did not understand, he continued to say that it was not fair, that I had to respect the understanding, finally he left and he knocked the door after some years of hosting. In about two years, a great victory, he would buy his own computer.Why em  I bringing all this here? Why am I telling you this? For a clone of this marvel has become the president of France. The current one. Hahaha we go to the next topic which is intrinsically linked to it.

    Note, of course that, this has never criticized the concept of ownership within my own knowledge. He is a philosopher and I joked here saying that what he has done is the criticism of this concept, it's a way of saying :-).

4. (Liberté, égalité, fraternité) Freedom, equality, brotherhood, but only for fools

     During the years 2008-2009 I discovered with great joy the TGV, the French speed train, what a miracle, Formula 1 on rails (Nico came out), then I discovered the article from the French law stipulating that all those who usually travel by the train without a ticket risk I do not know how much fine and six months in prison, usually means if more than 10 fines over a year do not come to a solution. Hence, many years have passed and I have passed my time oftenly trying to figure out how to share my ten fines, how to travel to Brussels  twice, three times a year, in Barcelona and elsewhere in this amount. There were also some free travel and some fines written mistaken, anyway, this  was about my royal road towards Spain, and so on.

    For fear of exhausting my 10 journeys, I quit circulating early every year, for example since last September, I did not go through France until the end of the year.
Bored? Details, not interesting, wait a bit!

     I was coming from Brussels few weeks aho, the itinerary was via Luxembourg, Nancy, Strasbourg, Basel, somewhere I received a fine, I turned on the backside, the law from 1999 or something, the same things (why reading if I knew the content, it is nothing to do in that trains, boring, I spend a few seconds amazing myself of avarice and madness), then another fine, I turned the fine on its back where there was a quote from a new law, and I remained shocked, total astonishment, in 2016 France changed its law on such things and reduced the number of fines to 5. I can not attach a photo, my phone is gone.

      Even more revolting is that the law was changed in May, the month of my arrest, but paradoxically a few days before my arrest. This is like an Atomic Bomb, here is a state, a European country that changes  express its laws so to "catch" me, how in the world can it be ? I do not know. The laws do not apply retrospectively, this time, when I was there it was alright, maybe last year they gathered from May to Sept more than 5 (I didnot have any ideea about the new regulations), this year, maybe it's six, it does not matter, the last ones are made in April, it takes two months to get into work, I do not go there, nothing can happen, the time is extremely short to the end. Here is a country that jailed me for nothing and where I was imprisoned blindly without any sense, it seems that it was not enough, precisely before my arrest they secretly prepared with the minuteness of a serial killer the next blow, the next trap (I think they knew I will finally escape from that Absalom there (see the movie)).

     If you thought it might be  at random, you are normal, if you are really believing it you must be pretty idiot.
It's special for me, besides, except for a bunch of homeless , they can not put nobody in jail with that, if it happens you call your mother, your father, a friend, your ex-wife, you and you ask some money, you withdraw your savings to go out of this, you have to be pretty mongoloid to go to prison 6 month for few hundred euro, , well, I'm the one who would suffer under these circumstances, I would be RADU, I have no one to pay anything for me. Here. Maybe a few homeless people could fall as well because of this. 

      A very schizophrenic episode, incredible suburban plots, incredible how such a big countrym, one with such a history , a country led by Mr. FIFA (see also with the championship there) and his puppies can be manipulated in such a grotesque way on absurd roads, on roads unblemished by other peoples.

      It's not strange that the country of equality and fraternity changes the law for one man, it's a small, infinite detail but one killing me, what a random, communist happening, there's someone who's making his eyes big on my  Jesus Christ like poverty and who is trying to kill me with it, sad , to turn it against me !

       How low did France fall, a country so significant (not in wars, in other ways, arts, et cetera), to let itself used in such a miserable manner in a personal war, to be used precisely as a bitch, it and her laws against one man, I did not do anything to them, at least not for the time being, I will let you indignate and do the sign of the cross  for yourselves, I'm done with them (there are still friends there).
     A sad and alarming fact for people, for. values, for the future, for the long trampeted "" "" European values ​​"" "" ".Something that seems to be broken off from Van Vogt or R Heinlein's work, Kafka (!), it is just that's reality, you can find it only on Mybunker.

5. The abuse against reality, the subjective truth

        A few days ago I came here with an emergency message, it was about a so-called persecution, about security guards chasing me , swinging me inside a train station made for me, then we talked about a clone of a clone (it was only twice, it's three times actually) that slavishly trying to prevent me from surviving (it happened today , the day I am writting all these again), well those things happened at Wiena in Meidling station, Meidlinger street is nearby, let's study this now concept.

What about it? You do not know, yes, it's in German, I'm telling you, it's  a jocular German,  the concept says:

 - me give (put) Lei(money) n Gura (ng ngr the same thing), in my mouth

Adverse effects, Madalina go, Me Adele ng, as well as others ...

     Who has written and still more important to whom is this scripture devoted? Well, wrong, it is dedicated to Mada and Ada the most .. from their point of view, needless to specify that I am the primary target of this title, there I earn a few euro so much to live very badly, I can not work, it is beyond impossible, with me being surrounded , with the crow making hysteria in myr head, drugs, they controlling everything ...

    The girls, seeing themselves mentioned in the concept above, made their way as far as they could, then began make space for themselves, to stretch slowly like a kind of a cancer, slowly eating all my space, for  me almost nothing remains. Some kind of war of conquest, we do not have a place together, it's vital space for them, make them a little smaller , if not maybe they could fit in a Chinese suitcase. Kidding :-)

      Another thorny issue, one that ended up with an international scandal in Wiena, I said it here before , there are a lot of restaurants here, a rain of them, where you can eat a Pizza, Kebab, things like this, most of them Turkish, food - pointless to say , different from the one bought in the supermarket, cooked, cheap, an invitation for someone who has so little money like me to go there, as you know I can not cook anything, sometimes I'm craving for a portion of fries or things like that, I cannot find them otherwise. In the last session of Wiena I have been eating there a few times, then scandal, I have learned that it is pure madness, besides the fact that the crow becomes violent, it becomes dirty, she is saying that I am eating s…t and then she is starting doing dirty things in my mind. "(It's a little bit reverse, the supermarket food is really bad). The cherry on the cake was the aforementioned scandal, I do not have exact information but it seems that the rats have asked some girls in return, a bonus because I eat at their children, in their weird interpretation they say I would not see them therefore I have to"son" to them (machine, cars), it seems they have asked in the Netherlands, they have been refused, that enraged them so bad as they brought on the stage a parrot like Erdogan's who accused  Netherlands of Nazism and other schizophrenic things. I paid for their food, it was not charity, if they want girls –somewhere else . It's a service exchange, they need money, I cannot cook, I pay for my kebab , bonus ????? Why ? Jackpot for food ?


     To eat for 4 years (yet not tied) to Gheorghe is one thing (it was impossible to figure out, I think no being on earth could have ever figured out, the greatest geniuses in history, impossible, even with the "mother of all phones" you could not know, take the data, the following words are given to you, franciscan, Antonio Kramer street, the word Cappucini, this is it , starting with this  you must guess that in the back there is a rat who hates you, a dog being so cunning that gives you food and then ask for the payment in flesh from you, one whose mother is KRA KRA, I found this much later, that the chicken exist and things like that, further I should have to guess which of all my former colleagues, known people is hiding there, madness ... that's about taking the 3 words above without having any knowledge of Jews and Masonry and guessing a long and complicated history . Impossible, impossible, impossible, no matter how much genius you would have,  your data is way too shallow. Anyway, for 4 years I dressed there, I received new underwear, I went there and ate twice a day, shower, there is not quite SF, he thinks that because  he is an African, I could do all that without raping anyone. We're not many . That's one thing anyway, paying for some services, for cooking is something else, if a girl goes with Gheorghe because of this this means she was deceived by them, she deserves her fate, she should give her life, tell them to do that, I'll go with them and then we will „kill“ some rats for fun.


      Another misfortune that I hear every day here in Austria is that I'm eating money, „hair“, unfortunately the hair of the Austrians is not in too good terms with me, we are not friends at all, so it's not ok at all, the crow exploits greatly all this matter in order  to conclude that I eat  dirty , I can not say a lot about it here... somehow he exist precisely because I ate money in Austria, it's kind of a reward but it came here before me, his quality is about equal with the quality of peoples here charity and generosity, i lived here but very poorly and making every penny with colossal efforts, it is not me  existing because of him, it is the opposite or it's rather like that. Everything with a kind of temporal distortion. I explained it to all, they did not listen to anything, they are throwing s…  further, they dont need reasons, the logic and the reason left them for long.

6. Film Chronicle

    Lately I have seen many, many movies, some really good movies, and then many B class productions, I will remind them accompanied  by a short commentary, most oftenly I will give you a „coin“ which could be enlightning for you . Let's start with the very good things, the rare movies, there are a few very good movies I've seen lately: Colonia (try it, Ghizela e Ada), Hacksaw Ridge, Silence, „Japan“ is virtual there, it's a place with some going down in the head, not all, Doctor Strange, very well done, a contemporary Matrix somehow (it is still original ), The Light between the Oceans (what a wonderful movie, see the point 4 here), Underworld, the Blood wars, maybe it may seem like a B-class production for you , it is not, it's a science-fiction movie, Varga is the gypsy I met with in jail, Marius is "a France guy",  Mada is there ...Resident Evil, the Final Chapter, I was once again very excited about this , it is a big loss the series is over, I'm not giving you any coin, sometimes I'm too much inside, War of the Worlds, the first part, you should exclude the sequel, ... in vain), Assasins Creed hehe, Simon Templar intervenes (with me in jail), Suicide Squad - a movie I commented here a little while ago without seeing it, better than I expected (With "Superman flying low"), I saw that Will Smith dreams of killing Batman, hahaha I always fly very high and I also have an eagle view, Star Wars - Rogue one, different from evil gana, The Jungle Book (2016), Mowgli is me when I am eating Ghita, Sinister Series, very sinister I could say - in the good sense of the term, two very good films, something a little Black (metal), besides, if you see the pilot episode in The Amityville House you will see there is a little girl who talks to another girl, a ghost, well, her  mother see her while talking „alone“ and she asks the little girl who is she's talking to, the ghost girl put her finger on the lips doing  shhhh and then our (human) girl is doing Shhhh to her mommy, the same thing (shhh) is repeated in Sinister series.
 (Shhhhhhh !)

     Other interesting films are Vengeance, after a real case, Live by Night (... I was fornicator myself), Sully (interesting history, good movie).

     Now, the B class productions, or at least so they could seem, some among them are way smarter than those in class a, the difference is that they are made with low budget and that they are mocking various things, people , you need to know what is the „trick“ with it . I'm going to give you something coins but small, Autopsy of Jane Doe - Gina, Dont Kill it, Dolf Lundgren a bit bigger then the film, yet  a funny idea, I do not agree anyway with it, Incarnate (Costică is there, a friend), A monster Calls, Ada a more positive monster this time, Ouija Origins of Evil – (Ninja), Housebound (Stop! Eugene is the father of Adriana, see it ), we already mentioned The Day of reckoning and The Monster, We are who we are, a movie with cannibals, it's so and so you could see it anyway, at least because there is impossible this days to see  movies with cannibals in these times (maybe in Néw Gwinea – try to shot there ), Pandemia (not money da mie , gives me), Into the Grizzly Maze , a wild movie, I love this kind of movies , I forgot many titles I think, next time.

7. President Evil

      I have already discussed here about Erdogan and the selling pizza for money plus Jackpot, I saw that the Czech president was involved in a pedophilia scandal, about F. Hollande you found out too much, Kim Jong One is torturing the Americans and threatening them with the nuclear war, funny a bit, as for Trump I could not say he is evil but I could say he has a strange relationship with what I call evil, sometimes he is tweeting and stuff, making various statements which are clearly manufactured here inside this Zoo ... that's not really good. Johannis? He's not evil, the part coming after him is evil.

8. Not translatable
    In Romanian language there is a saying , an adage saying something like „ hit the iron when is still hot“, a proverb that comes as you see from technical knowledge, the melted iron is soft and flexible, once chilled, its shape is hard to change, from this an adagio was made – one speaking about the fact that there are times when you have to insist, when you have a momentum, well “ when is still hot you say in Romanian pana-i cald “ which sounds like pina colada, the well known drink.

    I came across this idea while buying Eliquids for my E cig for Easter,  I made reserves and I smoked Pina Colada all the Easter  , excellent aroma, it's the only mint thing I like a little or I can smoke, I hate mentolated cigarettes and tobacco , otherwise, by the way for Easter (in the very context of the topic number  7) I struggled to get a movie about Jesus' life, bad luck, all the classic life-related movies about Jesus had 4.6 Giga and things like that, staying in the train station and downloading 4.6  Giga is pretty much even with  a M per second, everything I could obtain was „Killing Jesus“, yet not bad, a biography ebing pretty close to the spirit of the book, the film has something strange anyway, I'm digressing a lot, in this topic we talk about pressure, about someone who does everything and goes too far to "" win "", Ada, some violence, threats, exceptional pressures, nausea (!!!), an  attitude of hysterical fight cock, sometimes she is singing  in my mind: "on them, on their mother" heheh this is a hooliganish chanting sang on the stadiums in RomaniaI, I answered with something the gallery of Steaua sang sometime when Steaua played against Valencia (with Adi Ilie); "Adi Ilie d… in  your throat to be " (not translatable), the player has no fault, superworkmanship, Lia Manoliu is here too (a great stadion)…

    What is the purpose of this topic, as you saw in the topic number 2, there are very difficult times, I will have to "mortify" myself for about two weeks to obtain metals for a new phone, when hardly I can get enough for some food the question that arise is how can I raise so much money, it will be war, I will force at any price, that's what it is, there was someone signing in blind Ada's requests, I will tell you something, last time when I  was here  in Wien the crow burned two things, a power cord and a power plug (the best I had, 1.5 A). I have to say that I was helped here and that I recovered my cable and the plug (I took a 2 A) and then I got bonus a of 4000 milliamperes Powerbank.Victory? For the moment, then Ada put her ambition and began to call his buddies, „ Puradeii“ (gipsy kids) , they gathered together and signed all the wishes of their great Indian chief, ask and you will be given, knocked and it will open for you."Mama Omida " asking her kids to let her distroy everything, approved.

    From these endorsements I wake myself without the most valuable object, the phone, the crow „smiles“ in my mind, she knows her value, I know that there are among the fallen ones some higher than the above ones,  I am telling you, I have to ask for your help as well.

 9. Not translatable

   Something like „ on a stick was s..ting a crow“
  If you have a poor stomach and a sensible mind do not read this ! Lately, probably because they knew I was going to write about the city of Innsbruck here they left their cow to do incredible things in my mind, said and done, more recently she started to work with "chocolate" on the inside, she appears with an excrement in her mouth, it's a projection, there are many witnesses, you can ask, the crap is moving like  in an oral sex party, from time to time she sends it towards me, I stop it and project it back, that's repeateadly, I have some help against her, the idea is she is not there we are attacking a projection, anyway lately my mind is full of excrements, they are breaking into her head, I win this game, I always win, yet this issue can not continue, I will not stay for two months and something from here on to play Ping Pong with excrements inside my head
This is a great big warning for the people at control, if you continue like this , we're not going to the end.

10. Conclusions and final considerations
 
     Can you feel the spirit of this text? The anger, my frustration in it? I think some things are very visible here, the power pushes her from behind to break all the barriers, I have to fight on my own. Funny ! Maybe they will succede, cutting the branch under their own feet !

      Another coil is gone in the meantime, this is a consequence of this text, I had only one functional left and it seems like I have to remain for about 12 days in Wiena, here you can buy only  5 packages , 13 Euros which is much when trying to raise money for a new phone, in other places I can buy them one piece ... chaos, I will soon smoke normal cigarettes, they are incredibly bad compared to my Pina colada and they make me dizzy as well (as for the smoke – missing ).

     What is happening these days is an escalation, something similar with the snowball model, its turns ever bigger while rolling, it starts from a little bit, grows up and now  becomes a scandal, two issues for my "friends" up , if the crow continues with excretions in my head and if I'm prevented from picking up another phone (possibly defecting him) the clause will activate by itself, we break up.Check me out!

    That was it , while being in a  full crisis here, I spent my metals on the internet, no, it costs nothing, I write because it makes me good, it's not charity here, your  wives will stay with you, I'm not Ghita, the matter is it took me a week to realise these translation , otherwise I invite you to come here from time to time, to read the emergency messages, to try to help, I think we meet here somewhere in early June for the penultimate text here.Farewell !
Greetings!

Post Scriptum

     The problem with the phone has resolved (I have a pack of coils as well) , yet the crisis has become more acute, yesterday I managed to buy a new phone, a Samsung Galaxy S2 plus, good enough, I saw it is superior to the example Samsung Galaxy S3 mini and very little Under S3 normal, 8 M camera, 1 G Ram, bigger screen (very , very beautiful colours), internal memory 8 G, processor 1.2, pretty good, on top I got bonus a memory card , bigger than the one I had before. All 70 euros.

     I was helped, some 40 euros were sent to me in the beginning, I found them, I found subway subscriptions, and so on, then I went to the target amount myself, little by little. Thanks to those who helped me, thanks to those who let this miracle happen.

 An American actress was here in Wien, a clone of a clone of my mother, it's no shame, I'm not trying to humiliate her when I am saying that, it seems that at least a part of the amount came from her, unfortunately this sends me with the thought to unclean things, to  conspiracy, I she gave me the phone than I would be some how " my mother's son" (at least initially), I have to say, I asked, if I will be helped, this to be from clean sources, that is it, some things can not be controlled, they are beyond my power. Something that resembles the title of this text maybe,  help, and then ... no, I'm not afraid of the genifer.

     Reasons for joy and concern, that clause has activated 30% in the meanwhile , nauseating and mess, I will come here to announce 50% when it is appropriate.
Because I was very busy solving the situation with my phone  the English version of this text is very late, I am sorry for those who cannot read in Romanian, I always insist for you to learn, it is much easier, not only this , everything...





Darknesses


       Before we to start, coincidentally precisely now, when I am publishing this text I find myself in a very special situation, the time is 17.06 and I have not eaten anything today, last night I ate already very bad, it is impossible in this cursed place here, I do not know, I am just saying, I am not asking for help, there is a parody Charity where I will go immediately after finishing  here, a mockery  , the food is precisely what I do not eat, ie pork, fish ... they have as well some omelettes but they are tuned with tuna, last evening I had a discussion there to convince the ones there that the tone is a fish as well . In Spain the animal kingdom is different.
That's it.

    Here is the regular introduction, here we meet once again dear friends of Mybunker , first of all I have, as always, to gently invite you to read the English version of this text , the difference between the two is huge, catastrophic, my translations are unfortunatelly not state of the art at all, there are, in addition , a lot of difficult or not translatable things, for the rest , if you read these words then this means that by luck, by chance, by inspiration or simply because you're part of the right group or maybe for other reasons you are part of the privileged being in contact with this space, a great space, a space where special is “the fact that here I say everything openly, everything is frank and outspoken ", at least so sais my colored "madnes”. She is wrong and visually impared from my point of view, this is just one of the striking particularities the reader encounters here , my answer would be, in addition, I am the most special of all the elements involved here , this detail is causing here on the blog a whole range of special features , features connected with my identity, my situation, my psyche and intelligence, with my tastes and my choices in terms of art and life.

     Nearly two months have passed since my last editorial here , two months I've written virtually nothing important here on the blog, a dead time, a stirring time, a time where I stood and I waited, something like a war being just declared , yet not started, a tense expectation, an expectation with the eye on bail and with the finger on trigger, in the end some ghosts, (aratare in original , see the movie called Spectral) finally appeared on my scanner, either way, right now I am back here in force, it seems that the signs of spring woke me up a bit from my lethargy.

   It was really a harsh winter here in Europa , I am speaking about it using in the past tense though we are still in February, when I write these words I am in a train traveling to Barcelona, more precisely somewhere between Les Arcs and Toulon, as an aside, the place where the I turned myself on the correct side and I didn't died drowned. 
 Here where I am it is sunny and there are about 15 degrees outside (kind of the same thing in Barcelona), otherwise, what a banality, harsh winter, I used all this time the phrase "cra cra hard winter (cra cra iarna grea, in original there is a rhyme there)" to describes this winter, a winter pigmented with the crow Ada and her hopeless offensives, a winter with about 6 weeks of terrible frosts, that for someone who is living as I live means something a bit different than for normal people. 
Its pretty much done now, the little time until the arrival of spring I chose to spend in the warm Barcelona, in other words I am pushing a little the arrival of spring I would say, a bit like that soldier from that joke who was sent to shake violently the trees in full summer in order to force , to provoke the arrival of autumn , this is another cause for the delay and for my “aboulia” (using this word I remembered for a second the Romanian born philosopher Emil Cioran -the one who was crossing the entire France by bike, pinion is something about bikes and this is connected with Perpignann the cursed place of arrest there, sorry , maybe it is a bit difficult to understand for you, there is a lot of wisdom in words , you have to have the right view over them in order to understand). Back to the topic above, my stay in Wien was another cause for all this stagnation, running through the water as I called it here one time , that's about it, ups , it is transmitted to my " headset" that this means to be gifted as a writer , to rave for about 5 pages in order to apologize you were not in the mood to write or you did not have the will to do it or because you felt you have nothing to express.

    What's new, what em I doing , what has happened, what are the evolutions. The evolution to begin with it , it is always the organic one :-) , my dad was the one with the organ in the uppermost expression no matter how strange it might seem, what happens is I spend most of my time playing a game on my phone, one called Shadow Fight 2, some sort of Mortal Kombat (for the fans of computer games) but something more elaborate in my view.  I played it once until near the end, it took me almost a month, then, because the end is a little absurd more precisely it is impossible to finish it, to defeat the last two acts (May and Titan) without paying various "items" or reading some tricks on the net, I uninstalled it in a moment of nervousness, in the meanwhile I learned what tricks are needed to finish the game and I reinstalled it and I am about to end the first 6 stages. 
Well, a game extremely aggressive, a game made surprisingly by the Russians, the conspiracy theory says it was made to drain me of aggression and vitality, perhaps to notice me a little "at work", could be, on the other hand, when I reinstalled it, I realized that the reason why I love this game so much is it is endowed with such a marvelous music . The prerogative of the big enterprises, if you remember Diablo 2 (my favorite game), the music was one of the marvelous details that made this Saga so special!
Try it! On Android

    What are the news ? I saw the singer Adele was the big winner at the Grammys, ups I invite you to listen to the playlist I used here in all these years (that if you are not yourself a "guru" in the field) and not to Adele, Adela is about as musical as a freight train. I get lost in digressions and I never reached my target point, the reality is that there are no big news , the term of 12 years is gonna be fulfilled at the beginning of June (excluding Canada), that's about it.

   Let talk for a second about ugly things, about the dark side , about the "sores, mold and dirt" as the Romanian poet Tudor Arghezi was saying, they send me pimples, blisters on my feet as well lately, I treat those on my right foot and then they moved "strategically" on the bottom of my left foot , if those on the right cured normally those on the left refuse to heal, I have applied until now about 4 bandages with ointment , there are a kind of pieces of plaster that have a circle with cream in the middle, well, the blister is still there, it's painful when I step on my left foot , they say the explanation would be my Goretex boots - go rat x (pussy), because of that the Rat is visiting my feet and the I step on her . Funny, fun and suffering!
Some help would be great !

    Another filthy thing happening to me lately (I reiterate the theme) is that my smoking E liquids are stolen / changed), I buy one thing, that day the smoke tastes good , starting with the second day I notice that my liquids completely lose flavor, I do not think they are perishable and I do not think that the change is resulting from the use and saturation, I mean because of my tongue and because of the taste centers, they are simply exchanged , I have anyway a hard time buying it, they are quite expensive , I find disgusting the notion that someone smokes my E liquids, that while I receive "in exchange" completely tasteless things.
   Something bounded in some way if what I said here last time when i spoke in a ludicrous way about "Ohm's Law", when I came to Barcelona I prepared some kind of "a reserve of e-liquids , about 3 pieces of 20 ml to have on the way here and then here, surprisingly they were almost finish before me to arrive here, on my last E-liquid bottle stays written wassermelone, well it was initially, after a couple of changes (successive replacements ) the flavor I receive when I draw from my E cigarette is "engine oil", what did I tell them, take but let something for me as well , no way. Whose fault is it, who is to blame ?

   Bad luck as a result, I ran out of the electronic cigarette in Barcelona, it is really an adventure finding a cigarette here (lately it is an adventure to find food, in translation it is an adventure to find human beings around), maybe with a firearm you could convince them to give you a cigarette, that's the local culture, the parsimony, do you remember when I wrote here for you to parachute me some cigarettes? It's hellish, there are places where while taking your evening walk, you can raise two packs of cigarettes from people, these guys are special. Not all are bad, coming over here I finally produced a couple of cigarettes ...

   Two words about my mood, I am pretty shaken in these times, my situation is objectively a bit deprived of horizons, looking on the map -yes ,the Europe seems immense, yet it is a kind of nowhere to return to Cioran who was describing the world as being a “universal nowhere”, I do not have where to go, it seems that my so called brothers are territorial somehow like the wild animals and this is narrowing my path, each one have his own personal countries, sweet irony . I am living threatened to return to my moods, otherwise, "the times are near" so to speak and this is extremely stressing (I could be extremely happy as well, there are some info showing that I will escape - yet I am not a believer , I am not sure I am gonna get out alive from all these), if my release will be wrongly and groundless postponed once again then I will have to retire, living with the threat and the proximity of the blade to the vein it's not something pleasant and easy..

   Exceptional music and another great arts exhibition for this edition, speaking about the art gallery it is possible we have a mild decrease in quality and that's because what we expose in this text are the remains from the other two editions, that does not make this art collection worse or less interesting visually speaking , let's give them a chance, there are of course celebrities among the artists as well ! The music is magnificent itself, brilliant songs being the result of genius , metal anthems with the fists in the air.... meant to awake our sleeping warrior, that unless you do not want to hear any freight trains!

    The title is "really" the last detail added to this text, I thought of about a hundred titles, I thought to the option to put 3 titles and to let you choose between them, the variants were "the money is talking"(the mistake is on purpose), "cystic fibrosis" and "gray matter" , I gave up these out of tune jokes, this text is not at all a joke, despite the fact that, I have to say, I am sorry , I do not have great faith in my readers when I write here I write somehow with depth, seriously, some day , although we do not think that would matter, someone will ask us what we have dealt with, what we leave behind, well, in this naive form (technically speaking, I have to complain about a lack of “informatical solutions" so to use a advertising expression :-)), in this hastened and flawed style , there are errors and inaccuracies, yet that's what I have built in all these years and I am proud about it , this is my work, this is my ID , jokes can be made in huge numbers , there's very seriously made humour sometimes, as for me I'm serious here, but I have a playful and filled with humor seriousness , if you are serious somehow without a break, that means that somebody has died to you or you are stupid :-).

    Darknesses , a title which does not refer to anything visual but rather to moral features, what I see and feel around me are appalling darknesses, the beings around me should live in caves at deep level, bacteria, they are this darknesses , 'the very bacterium are watching me straight into the eyes, , I breathe the toxic shock "some lyrics I wrote once, in English in does not sound, if you want a good and sane  “sound “ in English you have to write in English.

   What I've done lately to step back for a little  to the autobiographical detalis , I stayed in Austria, I have take only one tour during this winter (this , Barcelona would be the second one) to Brussels and back, Police at midnight dressed in civilians on the streets of Lille, Ghita is the a " detached anus" so to speak like the Romanian hio-hop band the Parasites, excuse me, nothing happened, for the rest uncivilized and "locked up" people in Brussels while in Germany I have remained without mattress, physically, metaphorically at Milan I ran out of mattresses. I mean there are a little patched over ...

   This would be the introduction, my introductions are not (always ) necessarily real introductions for the upcoming text but rather things that are not suitable for an more depth approach , beyond that, I am not sure if what I told you are precisely the very relevant things , I dont know if the proportions are the right ones, I not know if what I am saying here is precisely and correct radiography of  soul  , maybe you should add in the overall picture some disquiet, a lot of disappointment, a little despair...

Summary

1. Music
2. Mybunker Pinacoteca
3. For 10 bucks offensive ( or offensive worthing 10 bucks ). The pumper.
4. It's never enough?
5. The crow and her favorite prisons
6. Intenstines and blades.
7. Movie chronicles featuring Ghita
8. A disconcerting quote
9. People, animals, plants and telephones
10.Conclusions and instead conclusions
1. Music
    We have 5 songs today, 5 pieces undoubtedly brilliant who may have a small defect, that are slightly too well known, there are a lot of knowers to whom these songs are a bit too common maybe, yet I have often said that the role of this blog is to enlighten a little and to spread values, not everything I bring here are rarities and novelties , let's start with something inspired by the place where I am right now, I find myself in a library that is two steps away from Rambla de Catalunya, one of the most beautiful boulevards in these world, I cannot refrain from noticing that it is a pity the place is inhabited :-), from there if you walk towards the sea you will find a large scale monument dedicated to Columbus , well, if I am thinking about Columbus then of course one of the first things that come to mind is this wonderful homage song:
1. Vangelis - Conquest of Paradise
    As a secret, this song was used once as a introduction song by the Romanian state television for one of their weekend shows , it was there where I heard for the first time this marvelous theme , there I fell in love with it, some day, not much after me hearing for the first time this song I went into a shop with audio cassettes where my eyes fell on this album, that's about what I was listening those days, going with the tape home and looking at the cover and the titles I had a kind of a "flash", I thought how lucky I would be if that song from the television could be found there , on that tape, , well, there it was ...
   Speaking about electronic music we have to remember that Vangelis, Jarre, Mike Oldfield, Klaus Schulze, Yanni, Tomita were often here, anything really worthy and important that remained outside? Actually there is, here it is:
2. Enya - Orinoco Flow


    If I will ever get out if this infinite ring then a day I will organise an expedition in the area the song speaks about , there may be a chance that one of you, one who were not dogs with me inside the ring to come with me, I pay, that's not the problem !
 Otherwise, Enya, a name that should not be overlooked, really magnificent songs, a memorable immersion in musicality and beautiful!
    Lets take something really dark now because, willy nilly , that is the theme of this text , lets find something dark and atmospheric but also incredibly musical and expressive, here is an album from which many years ago I picked here a song, here's another interesting excerpt:
(Yes excerpt, the word came to me from them and it is perfectly fitted )
3. SnakeSkin - Melissa


    Snakeskin was a side project of Lacrimosas frontman , Tilo Wolf , one of my favorite musicians, a techno/ trance - dark digression from the usual symphonic metal style of Lacrimosa, the good ones can shine in different ways.
    Next , the metals section, I have picked for this occasion two amazing songs , unique, one more sidereal than the other, I do not know in what order to put them, I will arrange them as follows , the first is a little better musically speaking , the second is vocational, a hymn, both are symbols of metal music, we start with one of my favourite bands :
4. Helloween - Twilight of the gods


Holly war in the sky!
    How sad are the people who can not hear these musical gems! There are many, it is full of them, you can kill them at your discretion when you see them :-) (kidding)!
We conclude with the fists raised upward because the next song is:
5. Manowar - Warriors of the world united


 Brothers everywhere
 Rise your hands into the air
 We are warriors ...
2. Mybunker Pinacoteca

    A few words with introductory role to this topic have already been said in the introduction, because time is incredibly little I prefer to let the images to speak, beauty does not need many presentations, as about the artists, styles, epochs, schools you can find plentiful info on the internet, here is the exhibition ...
 
Hans Peter Defregger - Ringkampft

Raphael, The Miraculous Draught of Fishes

Raphael - Ezekiel’s Vision
Moritz von schwind ein spiel man bei einsiedler


Karl Joseph Stieler - nanette kaula


Francesco Hayez - I profughi di praga


Wilhelm von Kaulbach, Zerstörung Jerusalems durch Titus


Anne-Louis Girodet-Trioson Madeomiselle Lange as Danae,


Anne-Louis Girodet-Trioson -ossian-receiving-the-ghosts-of-french-heroes


Thomas Cole · The Architect's Dream


Jacques-Louis David Belisar bittet um Almosen


Claude Lorrain - Landscape with Aeneas at Delos


Castillo da Pena. Sintra, Portugal (wilhelm freiherr von eschwege), Arab Room


Jean Francois Therese Chalgrin – eglise st philippe du roule



Etienne Louis Boulle - Der Kenotaph für Isaac Newton (project)


Robert Adam - Syon House (London)


Roger Newdigate, Henry Keene - Arbury Hall, Speisesaal 


Horace Walpole, The dandy of Strawberry Hill 


Peter Bruegel 


...no title (not quite a painting , yet something surreal )



Antoine Watteau, Jupiter and Antiope



Defregger , Heimkehr der sieger
3. For 10 bucks offensive ( or offensive worthing 10 bucks ). The pumper.


     A topic having a very tasty title I would say, let's get to the narration of facts, before coming here in Barcelona I lingered for a couple of days in Innsbruck to prepare this journey, as a digression, an idea somewhat uninspired, what em I saying, one exceptionally uninspired, yet my situation is one of crisis and I have a personal “nowhere to goness" which attenuates this absurd, as the name of the city suggests that town is a cesspool, bear kk, a place where it seems they are looking for scandal and where it stinks ferociously, it is the place where I have been involved in a violent encounter with some rats at some street corners, it is the place where while being "driven I destroyed two of my mobile phones" (in and ns), it is a place full of venom and poison, it is the place where the drugs coming from my e-liquids made me so drunk actually I had problems standing upright ... and other things. Anyway, I was at the entrance to the train station in Innsbruck when a woman having Romanian origins passed near me saying:
"Where he was wrong was when he touched that paper"
  
   I passed and I knew that she was talking to me, what paper I thought, there is no paper, maybe some paper would appear from nowhere , I would need some ... (I was thinking about money , obviously). I think the next day when I was about to take the train for Milan an Austrian dick came out of nowhere and he “forgot” some 10 euros in the cash machine next to me and then he disappeared.
  I took it, in the end it is exceptionally insignificant amount, after all I needed the money to come here in this clone space, in this supreme poverty.
Major surprise, about the next day Barack Obama has become once again the president of the USA, cra cra started to hit me in the head quite vigorously, as we know this matter has gone rare, the subhuman creature dared from time to time but limited , well, what to see , violence as in good all times, all for 10 euro.
    Well, the crow was probably thinking about how to restart the inside violence , the solution appeared by itself (what a genius), she gave me through a “mouse” 10 Euro and after she started the beating !!! Well, the first thing coming into my mind is that I nourished this crow for about 1 year and 8 months, she ate well, the filth, not 10 Euro food, when I am gonna nourish her again then it will be cra cra and crack ( that despite the “lawyers” and all the petty people supporting her ).
Apart from that, the question that arises is who gave her free hand again towards the offensive , that someone, in theory it should be as cheap and as blind like her, lets see what we find, would not be the pumper ? The one who transforming her in a Bodybuilder ,that miserable, that miserable having all the benefits of a Up brother , this while declaring himself on the underneath not only a Jew but her brother as well.
   While I am writing this, she, with her formidable guts, is threatening me that her old and dumb German, “bulibasa” intends to put me in jail innocent hehe, what a privilege to be in the “Up” team I respond taking the subject from the air , you can take from the streets innocent people and you can "hide" them behind the bars, what a confusion, what a mess, what anomaly, what a pity you my readers are lustful ! If no you would have been like Gods on earth as well, as some animalized angels, ones crushed by the weight of their own brown wings and you would be free to do whatever you wish . Something like the dancing of the witches ...
   That would be it , I told them once that the violence is past now , after finishing this text , I will wait as long as 10 emergency messages and then I will give to them some great news !
4. It's never enough?
      Unlike any others who ever passed through all this I do not have a dime in my pockets, unlike any others who ever passed through all this I live on the streets (I mean I not absolutely sure but it is pretty probable, I mean Jesus Christ has lived on the streets), I am eating on "coins", it is hard, it is rough, I am eating poorly and very little, I sleep in all kinds of places, sometimes stinky, dirty, I am drugged for about 10 years and unlike (probably) all the others I have a crow in my head, one so big that she eclipsed on her Godzilla like way on the underground all the angels on the surface, an evil spirit of an unearthly dirt , one which is in a continuous attack, lets say the name of the demon . Lets call him on his name:
Batsheeba!
 (See The conjuring) :-)
 For me it's all much harder than it should be, it's time to ask  now the pumper :
It is not enough? It's never enough?
So be it and let it be written , no matter what punishment they would have to endure to be not enough.
5. The crow and her favorite prisons
      Lets go on with the last time topic talking about criminals, terrorists, thieves, Iisis, executors, conspirators ... whatever threatening an innocent man with the imprisonment, one of the favorite topics of the ....( Gypsy is she whispering in my ear, why ? Because she is trying to make me seem racist, she is calling herself a gypsy because she is hoping of getting help from them, they are many , any people in large numbers could help her, as for me I will try to help her, try to jump for her , try dying for her, she is the one choosing the wrong path, choosing the violent road towards victory when there was no violence around, she is the one trying the violent destruction of the subject in ring, that based on her Up team children , the other day she learned that they can not help her as much as she would thought and now she is croaking desperately, she is trying to instigate, she is calling the Jews, the Gypsies, the Romanians et cetera to fight, a revolution is what she needs, do you want to die with your full of excrement prophetess...
Be my guests !
You know what she sais ? That the "her old boyfriend from Austria" (a billionaire staying behind her :-), not physically) allowed her  to come back to "violentzutza", what is that ? It is like saying little violence, sweet violence, it is violence pronounced with diminutives like caressing a chilf.  There are a lot of individuals trying to defend her, we will respond to violentzutza with super violentzutza when the time comes, that no matter what her people think .
    She's only half gypsy by the way, her mother was white but she was colled Saponaro , from here, simply as a math gathering came out a gipsy fag girl who wants war and who want all the remaining closed in prisons, we need a gay world in order it to be straight from her gay point of view.
Lets be cautious, what else has happened lately from this point of view ?
   First of all we have the very weird Lille episode, briefly, I left from Zurich trying to reach Brussels, I arrived a bit too late in Lille for further trains exchange  for Brussels, I stopped one night there, well I was walking on a street somewhere around 23 - 23.30 , behind me I noticed 2 individuals who seemed to follow me, I turned around and I observed them for a second, quirky clothes , sport, hoods pulled over heads, I increased the pace, well, at one point I “felt thir breath on the back of my head” , I put the hand in my pocket and took a triple socket thinking if anything happen to hit them with the metal part , it was the only thing that I could use as a weapon at that point I had on me, I was shouted:
- Sir ! Sir !
      I turned and out of nowhere two Police badges came out , I took the hand from the socket and I have answered their questions, who em I, where do I go, if I have money on me, et cetera, in the meanwhile a car with a 3 rd civilian Police-man came, the one in the car searched my name on the radio, ok, finally my papers were returned and I left.
    Nothing happened, no aggression, but that's about France and that's about their character, tools used by evil against me. Those being in the forefront of evil , the ones being pushed in the first line , that is why sometimes people are dying there, because they are being used as cannon fodder by Satan. I am sorry to be so franc, there are good people there as well...
   A second interesting thing to note is that I received a weird fine from Deutsche Bahn, the hoggish state railway German company , it was on Italian territory, it's something unnatural there, an Intercity going from Munich to Bologna, the tickets are controlled by Germans , the train is Austrian QBB and the story happens on Italian territory ! What a gryphon !


   120 euro is the fine, I have another one taken last time , when I arrived from Belgium, one of about 80 Euro, if they kept in their minds the one dating 3 years ago on the border with the Netherlands that it means that we are approaching dangerously the 300 euro, the amount where the fines are transformed into prison in a 7th hand country like Germany, perhaps the Pumper intends to kill me in prison in order to satisfy his monster daughter - you will see below something very strange , something outrageous from this point of view, until then about those were my “4th degree” encounters with the police, with the blind people (sometimes ) used as a source of stench in some cases, your duty is to watch them , this blog is meant to help in this situation, whenever I will take any more serious travel , international travels I will announce here in advance together with the date I should meet you here by posting on this blog.
   A coin, it is said that the fines are taken at the borders (with Holland and then at the exit from Austria which is a kind of Germany yet they are not jos, it's the opposite then on the map ), in order that they be used precisely when I will be near the end, what to see, maybe Big Brother wants to send me a"car" but he cannot find me because an cheerful and loving of Adriane old-man  tied me to prison together with my cousin Sandel, he's the superGerman of the family, hahahaha!
6. Intestines and blades


    This blog will become for a little while a horror one, something like Zola, a naturalist wind here, let's now return to jail a little bit, a place much loved by Adriana, (she is speaking almost continually about it in order to make so called my life a nightmare ), unfortunately the facts she is accused are way too serious to be transformed into a prison, maybe something like 20,000 years ...
   Her defenders could ask some day for a copy of her file , the facts she is accused of are exceptionally grave. Kidding obviously, there are no files, no process , it is just me being a bit mad against her defenders...
    I digressed again , I will say now a couple of things that we've never said here, about 2 weeks after my arrival in prison I made a little note somewhere, a calendar date, it was intended to be the date I will kill myself if I was not going to be released.
    The truth is I did not kept my word to myself because I have not been released, the friend of Ada Gabilutu is a player at risk, kind of a Blade Runner, he should be careful not to slip though, because I was taken with all kind of lies I've added first time a week, that another and so on, the idea is that there somebody made a kind of a "speech", a false one , yet that rescued me and carried me to the end. Family, parents, they have prepared with many years before all kinds of little lies to make me go on because they knew I am suicidal, I would have died despite the “guards” (about all my roommates were driven, they were asked to intervene in the event of something), the judge resembled Mimi, Mimi was my father's first wife, when I saw her (they showed her to me )– that is a clone of Mimi I was so happy , she will let me go. However, another oath which I have made with myself was to never go in Hungary, well, this time there were not the lies saving my life but that gipsies from the room, well, they themselves were the meat, behind them were the family, SRI , the UP team, they kept me under surveillance up to a point, in the end I choosed myself to give it a try, to remain alive and to go to trial ... finally I won.
I mean I was released , I had to lie it was my fault but these are just details now...
   Let us now go back in that hell from Fresnes , from Paris, because I have sworn I will never go to Hungary there I was closer to death than anywhere (in this occasion), initially, in the first weeks I thought to electrocute myself with the TV cable, then in Paris a strange new idea came to me, one of the two stench I found in the room there have broke before my arrival a Gilette apparatus and it had removed the blade and then left it in sight, surprisingly, it is very easy, the most simple razor unfolds in two pretty easy, you can get a bag full of blades in jail, hence a brand new ideea , to break a blade in pieces and to swallow the pieces, the result would be a disaster, a hemorrhage that no operation in the world could ever stop , I thought to shut up, to be quiet about me felling sick until the end, well , in real life the things precipitated immediately, the crows were sent home (to them) quickly, me, in my turn I was taken and put on the plane, when they came to take me I had the blades ready, chopped, just enough to be swallowed together with some food, exceptionally, in the last second, at the limit, I chose to go as I said at the trial Gyor, the truth is there were many voices that told me that the penalty will be with adjournment, I left for Hungary.
(There is something somehow contradictory in what I am saying, on one hand I say that the role of the two very ugly Gitanos was to impede me killing myself, on the other hand it seems they were inviting me to do it by showing me methods , the reality is I dont know exactly, anyway the truth is with some very silent roommates I would have died )
   Now the one pushing me from behind to swallow the blades was Ada, where she took the idea from , a riddle, how the pumper is called on his family name ?
7. Movie Chronical (Featuring Ghita)
     I do not know where I got the idea, probably from Satan himself (kidding), but lately I returned to my old habit of seeing a movie every evening , a habit slightly beneficial, that after a long hiatus, years, years I kind of lost the contact with the Hollywoodian imaginary, surprise, guess what, we still hold (it's kind of a plural even if pretty distant ) the thematic monopoly there, if it is not me the hero , then the movies are about Mada, Ghita, Ada and so on, about "our " gang so to speak.
I have to start stressing that I can not help but make a huge fun of Gheorghe who, after posing in the great judge and punisher with the girls fell into ridiculous and now is a laughing stock for eveeybody there, I see that while he scared and shocked once the big ones, the big names, he fell victim now to the kids who take him in your mouth munching him, weltering him and doing him seem ridiculous, there are all sorts of movies with unknown actresses starring with him (clones resembling physical with him ) where he usually dies, die Ghita , hahaha a false legend aahahaha fallen in ridiculous now.
   The snake Mada is creating movies in order to pose shamelessly as a victim and to secretely hit me , she should be ashamed, she is deplorable and she has a very bad memory, the classic Sri memory , they remember only the inverted Kodak moments, that means only the nasty side. The thing with this girl is that they she nicknamed Face yet “she has not cheek” (that in Romanian means lacking the fair play, the good breeding, the sanity), this stinker knows in her dirty consciousness that when I hurt her I was driven, another gypsy , I thought that she is posing this shitty way into the victim because she is trying to excuse herself for her animal temptation of refusing to help me , all this snakes having their mouthes filled with worms find their way to the big screen where they start doing propaganda and spreading lies, after all Mada's kind of Ada but one with excuses ... Ada with alibi.
  Ada appears as I said in the first film from The conjuring saga, actually about the best movies that I've seen are with her, of course always horror movies, try the second part of The conjuring as well (I saw it in a basement, brilliant, what was I doing there, there I go -with the rats, the man with rats), then the Witch, one of the most successful horror that I have seen in the recent years together with the above mentioned series, I liked Batman vs Superman which is very realistic that is meaning that Batman does not have any powers that while Superman is super flying, as a digression Gheorghe appears there as well, he is the one who is raising Adriana (Beware !) at the end , madness, Batman, Superman and another alien girl have a hard time together while messing with the wretch, "ding ding ding" as Ghita says. I have to mention somewhat The Passangers, an interesting idea, Ghita is always there, 10 Cloverfield Lane, Gheorghe dies as usual, the girl is cute yes, hahahahaha's, Spectral , interesting, it's about sristii of Giani , “Muoldovienii”, Midnight special should be mentioned as well, otherwise, pretty slim, I will be back with updates when it will be the case. Farther cinematographic death to Ghita :-) !
8. A disconcerting quote
    I was somewhere and I was in trouble, it was evening, cold, I did not really have a place to sleep, nervousness, police cars sent to pass near me , if for me it was bad well for the crow it was good, she was happy, she was exulting, so it happens, we are in contrast, if I am okay (however, a very relatively ok, that means very little things like sleeping, being fed and having liquids for smoking :-) :-)) she is sick and opposite , well, in a moment of sincerity with the role of a confession she says:
 "Here in the field the smells of this .... are being felt exceptionally"
  What she means is there is somebody bringing a very precious and significant contribution to the progress of the operation, no, I will not say who em I talking about , I will leave it like that , any comments are superfluous !


9. People, animals, plants and telephones
    This topic was occasioned by my observations made on ADA and caused by my consternation about the fact that a creatures with such a human and intellectual qualities (a priori) may possess such a smart tool . A picture driving me real crazy, making me angry and making me feel disgusted, such sub-beings endowed with tools of such accuracy and quality is something exceptionally repugnant , if you like, it's like you would see a horrifying midget, a dworf driving a Lamborghini Veneno (lets say) and enjoying all the benefits it incurs, be them , sexual, of social standing , et cetera ...
During our nearly continuous mental contact I discovered incredible things, she has musical sense about as developed as mine, she understand the structure of a song in detail, she can put on the notes a song instantly, maybe a bit faster and more precisely than me, I we studied 10 years of music in childhood, she did not work 2 hours and she is equal to me.
   Hehe the music is my best side , maybe the 10 years since I left Romania together with the many years of drugs are the cause but the difference is becoming major when it comes to lexicon and vocabulary. I have a very slow search through the lexicon, sometimes I fumble a concept, a proper name, a technical term, during this the crow is flying, her search works instant , that "Apple Insider" toy -so to call it - has about 10 Gigs of ram, on the graphics side it is a miracle, textures, once she showed me front sides , facades of buildings, a real explosion of colors and details, it's like you would take and you would record various buildings made by Gaudi lets say – everything at high resolution and then you would run it on a superscreen, details, then faces, faces seen like after a high definition filming, all this and much more, science, medicine, knowledge, all on creature from the underworld who is launching perpetual Ghita . And somebody who speaks with diminutives about violence ...
   That's the internal logic of the system , some excrement throwers are enjoying the best brains of the market , if I would be the chief , I'd universalize them and I would withdraw them from the rats. I cannot, of course. This is it, stupidity but highly accelerated . Some crippled beings, being made strong, efficient, murderous , superior, very superior even if they are poor cripple blind people.
    It is said that the bosses would possess Samsumg Edge 7 and Apple 7 together, all in vain, I have seldom seen anything meritorious made by them, as for my little brothers being “””one with me “”” it seems these guys would have inside their heads an integrated laptop and an Diamant old fashioned TV , something like this:


   Extraoption, Lux TV . The strongest is obviously Superman, he has in his head a server, yahoo, plasma, brushcutters, a chainsaw and microwave stove, all working in synchronism.
Let's see them at industrial scale! Arise ye oppressed of life! :-) :-) :-)
That's it, put some money aside , they are exceptional! :-)
 For example you can instantly mentally charge any device , you can charge your phone or your POWERBANK or your electronic cigarette by simply lifting your eyebrows, think of the possibilities, what about opening a center with instant recharge for all electronics , 1 euro a full charge, I am joking, that's not really trick about all these.
10. Conclusion (or instead of conclusions)
    The first conclusion I did not succed to finish this text in time (speaking about the first version) , the music will remain off today, read tomorrow this text hahaha without music it is all lost, it's all nonsense, with no music this world would be one entirely grotesque and I would be an ordinary man ...
   What can I say, it is a moment of transition , we are appoaching the end, the 10th end :-), I hope the real life will repeat my jail story, hell, more hell, absolute hell and then finally the freedom , for the time being everything I can do is simply  waiting, it is a tense waiting, there are some hopes and chances yet my feeling is not the best, I have inside attacks on me , not too good ...
   The ten Euro that started the scandal have finished for several days , the wretch still dares to punch me in the head a little bit, maybe the cheap and miserable offensive should finish once with the cause of it ....
   Another conclusion to note is that it is normal to be a little under pressure if we are near the end, yes but this disgusting human being , this subhuman should be closely watched !
    I received some feedback, a little contact from home from Deva, what a pity really, I am so often in Wien, Deva's not at the end of the world there, from pity between us is sitting the Hungary and CFR and its just a few trains going from Arad to Deva, maybe one day, if will I get out from this whole thing than I'd return home there.
      I have some problems here, maybe I can be helped a little bit, in the evening I try to go to sleep outside Barcelona, I have a place but I have to go by train a couple of stops, I have a place here in Barcelona as well , unfortunately here there are about 8 km to walk up there , this every evening, in the morning the walk must be made once again, the idea is that last evening I was unable to get to the train, I did it for a few days, maybe  someone has blocked me - in retaliation for this text, there are so many security agents that it is impossible to go through those  stinking doors, here in the center, at Plaza Catalunya there are 6-7 gates on the two sides and about 6 alert security agents, sometimes in the Sants station the Police and security numbers are cutting the number of passengers, that's about Spain, a  disaster ...
  Anyway just for a few days, by the way, I need attention and vigilance, Saturday morning I will leave from here and I will go where I came from, Cerberus, Milan, Innsbruck (where I intend not to remain) and Wien. For now, that's about the solution.

    It seems that the crisis here , the one with the starvation is the result of a conspiracy, someone is playing very dirty , """cu umida not comida """, surprisingly today it is the first rainy day since my arrival , rain not food ....brain not fiu Ada is my answer.
    See you in March I think, because the date of the publication of this text is a weird, I do not know when,  in March I will be in Brussels,  "see" you from there, stay close, sometimes help is needed and sometimes  something can be done...
    Let's finish with something funny, I had a fellow student who once told me a very funny story , it is said that their in the Romanian Moldiva it was a Satanist who was known by all, someone very active and very involved in spreading the sacred "teachings ", one day, they say our Satanist was a guest on TV, maybe it was a simple street interview, after all it does not matter, the point is that the reporter would have asked:
- Hear! What do you want, what would you like to happen?

It is said that after a long waiting  our Satanist would have answered in a very bad and dumb language:
"I want to bie darkiness"!
   That's it, it is already darkness, in my view, maybe more and more is about to come , what can we do, we can see each other the best we can  here next time!
Farewell !

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