starting projects, i am always stumped. primarily 'coz the kind of projects i usually undertake couldn;t possibly have a map. When i was a teenage musician, the problem was always what should be the themecomposition. later on in my life the contemplation was "what should be the theme of this picture ? as i graduated to more intense creative endeavors the issues were what theme should this story follow ? my obsession with the theme crept into my wardrobe too. What theme should my clothes follow. is the clothes theme going along with the hair theme ? yes,i am possessed by themes. of a particular
And now here i am starting off a new blog. The same question creeps up again. What should be the damn theme ? previously i've have had a few blogs. with different themes. From Poetry to "ran-damn life stuff" as a friend terms it. Somehow combining the 2 different aspects of personal writing doesn;t appeal to me. It's like ordering a pint of your favorite lager with a pina colada at a pub showing Formula 1 races. show me a self respecting male who has or will do this and i will show you the topic of a new post. It just doesn;t go along.
But the lazy ass devil that i am, the idea of logging into multiple blogs every other day to post entirely different content doesn;t fit into my lazying around plans. So i have finally chosen to dump everything from my head straight onto vox. no filters, no theme-ing. i declare myself theme free. At least as far as blogging is concerned. I warn you future readers.Yes,the two of you who will meander onto here by mistake, to expect a extremely mixed jar of text ranging from outrageously ridiculously genio-tic (did i invent a new word?) to Romanian poetry. In between somewhere i shall update the world with the ran-damn musing from my devilish life.
and i just realized that the only time a man will order a beer and a pina colada together will be when he's accompanied by a woman. Thing's men will do to get laid i tell ya..
Ecco, e tutt' intorno sento gia silenzio
La musica che piano dai violini
Ed io rivedo te ..
to,the unforgiving inflictions of sins
the unforgetting visions of hurt
and the cherished memories of music and motorcycle drives..
