Livia S.........teinbeck

 i don t like writing, i do it when i m tremendously unhappy. singing is pure joy whilst writing is deep pain. 

however, i chose to do it 'cause it helps with  self discipline -whatever that is-

there's this website account of a lunatic, calls himself a psychiatrist. if you tap john 's name in any average search engine you'll find, besides his work, this opinion of someone who went to medical school, passed evaluation criteria, like an absurd lottery gained a degree -hopefully a lot of weight also to suite his  external profound ugliness-, reached out the point of choosing a specialisation and analysing mentally ill people was the only pleasure that made  his boat float. i can't possibly say he managed to cure anything other than his increasing and disgusting ego.

when i saw the immensity of shit displayed there.....that many of the readers managed actually to digest and call caviar...my god...pus was pouring from my retina...

two of three homo sapiens, regardless of chromosome  are pure drunks, violent, insecure, frustrated, fail with their personal lives more than once.

none of them guards like an angel  the backpack of every college student, as a reading obligation purpose to earn a degree: none of them has the ability to be so clever as to use emotions as a luggage rather than a burden. 

there are people who were born with abilities that can't be  understood or even tolerated. 

john s personal life cannot be more important that his work, only if a fuckface decides he can wipe his ass with his work by denigrating his name. if you re a psychiatrist..... do case studies on average people.......or famous people....who cares.....but when you write about it to show and tell your immense nothing within you...please use a pseudonym...protect that person s identity in order not to suffer from stigma......science is meant for evolution of all, not defamation of some in order for others to feel huge nothings.  remarkable people should be honoured,  not stained.  them or their memory.

so, if you wipe you ass with my lover's name written on every cover and illustration holding  printed pages  filled with beautiful things he wrote....i can very well do the same with you degree. 

editor's note: i'm a huge fan of Popeye's  cartoons, so if spinach is my empowerment brunch...check out the results :)

vlad's faeries

 there's this tradition in Transylvania's culture about some cringe  religious beliefs, a guy named john, elementary school colleague of jesus or such, they hanged around, sipped  a few beers and then they were like: hey man, let s do some shit together, how about tricking some assholes and their ancestral purity with jokes like "fuck culture! hashtag profane....christianity  is the sacred thing"

they had their own Twitter tag, most junkies fell for it like since 2026 years ago

i know....soooo last yesterday :) out of fashion

june 24th or how naked is not only allowed but actually demanded with the obligation of being a true beautiful girl 

so this dude, johnny baptism addict, born on this day _apparently_ had massive impact on what later became a viral trend. nice guy, lost his head 'cause some cunts tricked him....sometimes being a gentleman doesn't get you places.

anyways, here in the Carpathian nest, this story wasn't very glad received by the inhabitants, who lived well and in pure wealth until time itself decided one god above is enough. 

by comparison to what the other dude andrew got....we can very well say prostitutes who get you beheaded are more intelligent than shitty rednecks who staple you on an x shaped ladder. 

now, before this ...blabbering about god almighty and such patriarchal shame, this particular day meant a huge deal for this magical place filled with joy and beauty and generous geography theatre :)

Midsummer's rituals here in Transylvania are known for sɨn.zjˈe.ne , Summer Solstice announced worldwide the harvest season changing.....and the European culture spoke for Her Self.  :)

here, in this particular nigh, the vampires choose the love of their lives...and we only live once :)

girls dance naked beautiful as they are and by doing so they  connect with earth itself.

vlad chose his wife.....

 turned into a fearful power after losing her unrighteously.....such a sacrifice...such a burden. 

he was bullied eversince, got mad with god for taking away his most precious and pure element within him...and lived all his nights obsessed with finding her again..at least for a moment. 

now, if Francis Ford Coppola would have chosen the love of my life's work as the main  soundtrack for his movie...

 the masterpiece Cantata Profana, by far the best composition of the 20th century in european culture ...and one could have actually portraied better the secular origins of this mythical place....but...enough with the criticism....who am i to dare to badmouth hollywood .....

meet below the genious musical mind of Bela Bartok, close your eyes and feel the depth of the composition. 

and thank him  for eternity  :)

i can hear Nosferatu whispering as he takes me with him to the depth of eternity: "tu ești dragostea vieții mele"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZhMPJeT-jg&list=RDCZhMPJeT-jg&start_radio=1

so, when the ethnography professor in freshman sociology attendee rage commitment interviewed me.......i will never forget that magical moment :).....sometimes one just has to belive and be grateful.

i was a poor college kid...no money, struggled to commute, no food basically....i remember i wore some ragged jeans and it was hot outside so we sat on a bench in the living shade of a tree of some sort, in a so called cigarette break  from teaching and practical experience gained  in studying folklore in what was left of homogenous prototypes of communities.....

the elders who braided my hair on a wood spindel with sugar as a natural styling cosmetic while i was recording their songs and stories....they are now resting for eternity....so glad i had the chance to meet them....

  this professor asked me what i was doing with my time besides school: most likely if i worked for a living like most of us had to since very few had the fortune of parents who can provide for education... ... i told him i'm a cantista...a vocalist...in common language  "a singer" :)......and he looked at me.....my god...such and angel ....and asked ...in plain language  "do you know where all the jewelry and furrs and belongings of  %#$^$^^%&# _editor's note: i will get back on the issue, just not now_are?" 

...holy fuck....i was a 19 year old chubby girl......i was a janis joplin meets mahalia meets .....celine dion ...what was i to know about this amazing  Scholar's deep intuition regarding how one s talent is used for the benefit of others. 

when life gives you the privilege to study under the protective wing of this amazing intellect and spirit, you can only cherish the memory in your soul and treat the experience as a living creature. 

there are people who see through you like you re clean glass. 

some are unimaginative evil.

the others are pure beauty, educators who give everything without expecting anything in return. "this child must succeed by all means" "this kid would never harm anyone, not even those who harmed her"

i was taught by the very best not to end up in the hands of malicious softwares...still evil exists...one can only do so much as to see the red flags and stay away..

and yes, my brain will always be smarter than my emotions :)

this post is a singing break treated with brain activity rather than lazines...and it serves my self  cheering up since real  life is atrocious sometimes....

   the will to stay alive, the faith of beauty within, the courage to stay away from humiliation,   the books i deeply love, the music that surrounds me  through every step of the day...

 the upcoming of Practical magic 2nd...my most favourite movie of all times with the perfect match of aestetic in a little girl's dreams: grunge babes with long hair and rock'n roll boots and floral prints black-ish canvas dresses.... two adorable actrices who passed the test of time when it comes to autenticity. so admire those women...not  to mention the screenplay and mise en scene and the storytelling ...

and since U2 gave us loads of good music to rest our hearts on we'll just  sing along with  Bono :)

 the midsummer fairy is the best gift father universe can offer. just make sure you don t upset the love of his life: the spirit :)