the infinite grog flow lair

latest quick fix of slowness

2008-05-31T23:40:00.004+03:00

null and void. yet still vulnerable to pain. rushing to the constantly switching beat of normality with your defences down. deceived by your underestimation of pain's effect over yourself. trying to cope with the constant switches that negate your creativity and paint foul lines of disgust on your face. they seem to fade away, but in reality they establish vast and strong roots over you that grow even stronger day by night :P. they eventually manage to choke you, ensuring their permanent infestation over yourself, marking your face with venomous mark of hate. by that moment you're bound to have forgotten pain or even worse, you might have grown to like it. nahh, dude. that is so NOT true. seek back to where it all started. it's the fuckin' mesmerizing beat of normality that's brought you here. you've let it set the pace of your own fuckin' (now) li(f)e. make a switch. force your own lifebeat. let chaos, randomness and non-determinism add some chops to it. face pain with dark-sounding crashes. face them with their edges and try to be as precise as not to flam. also don't forget that splashes and chinas always make it more interesting ;)

myrtle wreath on loan

2008-04-30T04:46:00.013+03:00

currently, i spend most of my time "preparing" for a great festive carnivorous reunion with my old mates. it's to be held on the first day of the next month, which is coming very soon by the way (see how easy it is to make things difficult?). a few hours ago, me and one faithful ol' lad of mine, went on a quick excursion to collect the material on which we'll eventually base our perfect dehumanisation. we had to call for this fest, as the sands of time seem to be switching sides at rapid rates and the present seems to overwhelm quite imaginative past expectations, most of which lie on the negative side, remarkably. that's when you exclaim: eternity too short! and seek for an opportunity to get a small grasp of the path that your tiresome ego follows, as it seems to drift like wreath, following a rather deviant route from the one that most probably you would expect. some may claim that "mother war" is capable of snatching us out from the infinite vacuum of nihillity and assimilating these paths as typical every-day (:P) bezier curves. avast!! we warn you! this thesis is just an approach. an approach which fails to come close enough to the essence of our devious and infinitely intractable spheres of madness. the beauty of this reuniting gathering will blossom joyful sparkling sensations in us all, almost -if not- equal to those you'd get when you'd walk through the hanging gardens (babylon's pride), with your beloved unique. every angle of view that one might attempt, would not prove false the essence of completeness. the symmetry of zero should be the guide when in every effort that aims in foolproofing this statement.

suffer the children..

then you would probably have the capacity to suffer us.

[ note: some grog might help jah!! ayeeee! ]

anticipating the ide(a)s

2008-03-15T09:00:00.012+02:00

####### (fates) WARNIN' #######

for all of you that get easily upset and annoyed by kaffir stuff, you should reconsider and reestimate your potential capacity before proceeding. the resulting post is an unintentional consequence of a get-together-not-necessarily-commercial-buttt-always-heart-touching constantly-strugglin'-for-avoidance-fluffs-ass-they're-safe-as-hell (and a whore's vagina) song marathon accompanied by FA-SOL-Lucky trivial orotund-yawn-awakening chords, full of emotion and wide-but-loosely-shut eyes with squalid sordid painted eyebrows, some belated weeping of expectoration, gob, phlegm, or whatever else they call it and an expression of vulvitis, not rare in recent adult male population which can only be cured by some squushed sanitary napkins and the squawks of the corresponding squinching "squilla" producer when she squelches on the squishy squall she's cravin' for, with aparrent squeamish squirmy energy-squandering behavior.. to all of you who happen to be classified as such, i'm sure it's not an idea that you're anticipating, it's a fart you're painstakingly forcing to be present in the past. all of us, the scumm of the earth will sometime have a drink or two, on you. for without you, most probably we wouldn't have felt pity for anything.. whatever, the grog is flowing unremittingly here so it's a pity to feel a pity.

####### WARNIN' (fates) #######

late lukewarmness

2008-02-29T16:00:00.004+02:00

there's something that must be going wrong lately. fellow pirates do not stand up well against their notorious log of glory. they seem to be tired and purely transactional, lackin' in motivation, courage and the infamous grog-scented air-sprayed insult production. they tend to sit there, waiting for minor victims to rampage with ease, yet not much zest. their apetite has gone flat and lackadaisical, depriving them of their prior chaotic aura. only a bunch of few remain fearsome and preponderant. well, you know what? let it be so, for they will be the ones that will stand out with no effort, enjoying their truly intrinsic (supererogation) loot fests, even if they will be missing the hope that they could share all these moments with their poor fellows. it is for them, that we raise our mugs up to carribean sky, we growl aaaayyyyyyyyeeee and we finally bring them to our mouth and let the grog flow to where it should..

a guide to a blatant rant

2008-01-30T12:09:00.000+02:00

set the voice to a bent raffish style and start a rant full of slang. here and there, have a sip of grog to ensure that you keep on transpiring dizzy scents to the atmosphere. move as much as possible to spread the effect all over. but move quickly and sharply; you don't want to let nature do its thing. you've got to force it in your own manner. you gotta have control over it and direct it where the effect will be as sinister as possible. maximize the outpouring by alternating your exrpessions. twist your mouth into triumphant rictuses (just like when you feel like yawning in a point of no return) in order to stretch your skin and concentrate your pods of existence. then squeeze your face (preferably) cells in order to empower and drive these droplets of anger and grief to the world near you and even further. repeat. choose words that will sound like the cyclons that peel your soul off your deaf-mute body in your worst, but yet entertaining nightmares. choose the fierce, sharp ones for they will assist the transpiration by providing a sonic void in which the process will be proetected by any negative impact. i won't tell you how groove affects the whole process, but you might be able to guess from the context of what i've written so far. when you think you're ready, bring some grog or insults and come over. i'm already ready.... ....or ready already (excessive superfluity)!!

not interest.... ..ing or / and ..ed ??

2007-12-29T18:12:00.000+02:00

i am really confused..
which one is the closest approximation to reality?

think i'll have to leave the combinations / calculations to you.. but wait, why should you bother, anyway?!? i'll just let a fellow pirate answer this. he owns a nice swimsuit and comes from a country where a space launchpad is located. so, i believe he's the most qualified to give an answer with some style ;)

massive looting tour de force

2007-11-30T00:01:00.000+02:00

Fortunately, some of my brain cells remain unaffected from the recent consecutive loot fests and it's specifically thanks to them that I'm able to be writing this. Thus, it'll be quite short and I hope it will serve its cause, giving you a hint of what's going on.

WE FUCKIN' RULE!
NO FUCKIN' ONE CAN EVEN BE A DISTANT APPROXIMATION OF OURS.
OUR ORDER SHALL SPREAD FESTIVE CHAOS EVERYWHERE.
CONFORMITY IS BANNED FOR EVER, NOT TO RETURN.
STAND IN OUR WAY AND PREPARE TO GET SPARED.
EITHER WAY ; P

The forementioned is realized through many imaginative ways, the most notable of which, was a special invitation to swing party that is to be held in about two weeks. Till then, we'll keep applying the chaos theory (through the use of grog among others), in its significantly enhanced festive version. Ayeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

edge detection

2007-10-28T16:56:00.000+02:00

solution
isolation
illusion

red whale

2007-09-28T02:02:00.000+02:00

Thirsty.
You are thirsty.
Yes. YOU!
Do not deny it.
You are the one who's thirsty.
Look at those limes above..
They're ice-cold.
What are you waiting for?
Squeeze'm!

Indulge in the mind-numbing aura of elegant acidity and chaotic freshness that they can offer. Let their juice drops rejuvenate every lucky cell of your body that will be lucky enough to participate in osmosis phenomena incorporating them. Have a trip in the magic nebula of joyful sparkles that is spawned when you squeeze them. Do it with your eyelids closed, in order to facilitate the transition to a state of untold bliss. Then use some strawberries and rum.

Have a drink on me.
Stop thinking.

ps: I hate imperative.

looting the synaptic cleft

2007-08-31T01:25:00.000+03:00

This one, is not a direct copy from my captain's log. This one comes straight out of my wretched neuron synapses. To be exact, those specific synapses that were triggered yesterday for no apparent reason (massive computational effort would be required to identify it, due to its Daedal reasoning complexity). Here's an attempt to initialize a description, of what could be the only reason that could probably compete with grog for the current chaotic state of my neural synapses:

"I used to call her by the first of the two words that make up the name of the most famous cowboy in the world. She was harsh, wild and genius. The definition of a swashbuckler. Moreover, she had a ravishing unconditioned beauty and a truly unique and expressive style. All these attributes, topped with self-confidence, made up THE ultimate woman pirate (raw material) up to date. Despite my limited perceptual abilities at that time, I recognised that at once, absolutely dismissing any chance of misjudging at the same time.. What I couldn't imagine, was that she could be even better! She was the best insult fighter I have ever encountered. Her viperine insults could wear down even the most experienced opponents, whilst penetrating their memory and staying there forever, magically stripped of any inspirational effect that would render them useful potentially. And that probably is, the only thing I can think of, that is related to her in some way, that lacks even the slightest notion of inspiration. What a wise choice, to let it be so.."

My glia should be complaining about excessive neural debris production, right about now. It seems that the fight between the two competing neural chaos theory appliers has taken quite a heavy toll over me. I'd better act immediately. One of them has to go. Grog or..?

got a new monocle!!

2007-07-27T15:09:00.000+03:00

It's been some time, hasn't it? Let me tell you about my new monocle.. As you probably might know, we, as pirates, make a pretty heavy use of them. We are nothing but old winos, so we need'em bad when we stargaze at the infinity of the sea, or obverse all these wannabes that stand on our way, errrrr....... route. Recently, I figured out it was time for me to get a new one. I realised that, when I met another mighty....... rearranger in an old monastery, a few weeks ago. I felt the urge to distort my percepted view through a monocle, and the one that I loaned from my brother, just did not do.. It could not produce, an adequately / appropriately distorted perception of the world. So, I had some specialists make me a new one. They come from some insular country located in the pacific ocean (might be a good place to loot some day) and strangely enough they call their monocles, canons!! The only canons that I knew of, were the ones that lie beside me now as I write, which bombard with lead any shipwreck-to-be that might stand on our route (on 1st try this time :D). Well, I can't tell you what kind of a weapon this canon-monocle has turned out to be!! It can deservedly substitute my old faithfool -but tired- eyes when needed, plus it can make me see further than ever. The perception of the world it provides is so customizable, that it can do the trick in any given situation I might face. The best thing about it though, is that it provides me with the magic ability to recall snapshots of the past, when I feel the need to. It seems that soon I'll be solely relying on this, as my old faithfool (better emphasized: faithFOOL) mind betrays me more often and often. It punishes me for killing its cells with all this excessive grog consumption. But who cares?? For, now I've got my magic canon-monocle. Fill the mugs & bring'em on, right on, matey!! AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

grog! finally.

2007-06-01T03:01:00.000+03:00

TARATAAA!

TARATAAAA!

Let it never be said,

That dark rum kills your cells.

Cause there's nothing as fine

As dark rum, ice and lime

It is ice that I need

And some limes to be squeezed

But i could also use

simple lemons or juice...

Roumi, Roumi, Roumi, Roumi!

Drink it, drink it, drink it, drink it!

Won't you give it, give it to me!?

Roumi, Roumi, Roumi, Roumi!

Due to lack of some limes

Had to spend a few dimes

Those I chose look so nice

And will blend well with ice

Then a chick caught my sight

When she passed by my side

Cause I spotted some lace

I knew I HAD to race.....

FOR...

Roumi, Roumi, Roumi, Roumi!

Drink it, drink it, drink it, drink it!

Won't you give it, give it to me!?

Roumi, Roumi, Roumi, Roumi!

Could it be, could it be

That she's joking with me

Cause I really can see

Underneath...

Could it be, could it be

That she's joking with me

Cause I really can see

Underneath...

Roumi, Roumi, Roumi, Roumi!

Drink it, drink it, drink it, drink it!

Won't you give it, give it to me!?

Roumi, Roumi, Roumi, Roumi!

Drink it, drink it, drink it, drink it!

Won't you give it, give it to me!?

[a tribute to grog, related to Lucas Radebe in some way ;P]

the pedestrian light defiance

2007-05-09T04:33:00.000+03:00

Been walkin' a lot lately..

My faithfool (right, that's how it should have been written in the first place) footgear has really stood the ultimate test of endurance, but I'll soon let it loose, by gettin' rid of this habit. I have to switch to other methods 0f physical location transition. I have to shuffle through the world, locate the ship I want and loot it. Should this ship happen to sail under my jolly roger, I'd be bound to command it to glorious lush raids through the most notorious sea passages, that the elder seafaring mean tend to speak off, after one or two sips of grog. Its name will be uttered with undescribable admiration by those who'll be fateful enough to face its PAOK-sized headsails. Its hull will paint the beautiful face of the unfathomable sea with its boisterous wake. It'll get me to see places of unspeakable beauty, where I'll unearth the most sought-after treasures that are rumored to darkle in the moist swamps and the dense blooming cloud forests of this planet! Finally, it will host triumphant libations, encouraging quite a few moments of what cannot be better described than μεθεξη.

Well..
Until the smallest subset of these all applies (which equals to, me looting that ship), I think I'd better be drinkin' a little more grog than usual.. For long now, I've known it makes the world go round. So, since I don't go round the world, I'll let it go round me..

challenging speculations

2007-04-29T23:22:00.000+03:00

This is a(n almost) direct copy from my captain's log. It's an attempt to write a letter to the woman that haunted my turbulent dreams back then. It dates back to the 1st day of the 19th winter of my life, so expect it to be a bit more rough, raw, delirious and grotesquery, than you might probably be able to handle.. And it goes like this:

"Dear(so cliche..) ethereal, angelic, sensual, primitive, open-hearted, out-going, sparkingly sounding, pretty-eyed, well-balanced, full of energy, tattoo'd all-over (almost), bandana wearing, probably pierced more than twice, wisely complex -though minimalistic- scent from chicago.. You, who has an older brunette cousin from san francisco, who is very fond of castles, but not as much as you are. You, who used to love Beach Boys and especially Surfin' USA. You, who has travelled in an OSE railbus denying to depend on its handgrips, in the thought that this way, it'd be more challenging. You, who owns a camera that seemed expensive in my eyes, and you used it to take a snapshot of me and a colleague of mine. You, who has been on board in a red convertible car, that was owned by a man whose cell phone number is stored in my mother's cell phone memory, under some weird character sequence label. You, who has spelled the word "between", before you reach your destination..

You didn't manage to get a good grasp of my genius intellect..
Why didn't you get a good grasp of my genitals?

Yours, in any NOT given way,
The mighty pirate, whose snapshot you might find in
your summer vacations photo album, next to maaany
"strong movement" graffittis, as you wisely put it..

ps: Fuck what I just said.. I like those lines near your lips, they seem to lead to absolution.. want some grog babe?"