Thursday, November 30, 2017

Saint Andrew.......... (Lloyd Weber)

so today, the 30th of november,  motherland celebrates the one and only Andrew, with it's very own nickname The Apostle of the Wolfs, a settled name came from  the old teritory of the dacians and their Totem animal, you got it: the Wolf.

now, secular romanian beliefs made the apostle andrew the most important figure in settling christianity in the indo-eurpean area, which is pretty big 'cause since then the folklore is soaked with tales, myths, traditions, and no later than that, beliefs in this one's power to heal and eradicate evil spirits. 

part as i may seem to be, born and breed in this mythical place, makes it impossible not to belive enough to have the sense of superstiton as a guilty pleasure while mixing the coffe with lots of garlic.



anyways, another notable saint to my musical sensitivy is the creator of Cats and of The Phantom of the opera. 



here's a link to his prestigious Cats musical







why souldn't they match at some point? my kitten is more that religios when it comes to milk and salamy. 






folklore was and still remains one of my biggest passions.


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Kubrick's mistress

my love said he would date me only if we could wax off eachother's moustache with that ressurection candle all melt down and everything.

i guess he doesn't do  that with all the other women.

after all, a sheep can very nicely wax the grass by rubbing it's shoe to the tip toes of a sad bug who lost count of who steps over he's feelings.

dissapoitment is an icecream with lots of chocolate and the world has it's own  personal diabetees.

how else could a sip of beer be so frustating?

barry white doesn't learn that enough is enough.

black is for berries.

just like a prayer but with madonna covering something of aretha's.

A. fuckin' mean

nor he or she

bloody It.