tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88194249483724666422012-02-16T12:25:25.762-08:00Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424948372466642.post-25457475440727980332009-02-22T04:57:00.001-08:002009-02-22T04:58:23.441-08:00<p>Fuck me, I'm</p><p>Almost Famous.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>p.s. si da, sunt un lenes!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424948372466642-2545747544072798033?l=aalmostfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424948372466642.post-57774529594624070362009-02-07T10:37:00.001-08:002009-02-07T10:37:55.406-08:00m-am trezit cu un dor<br />sa iti vad ochii mari <br />cum ma privesti<br />de jos in sus.<br /><br />de cand ai plecat locul ala<br />a ramas gol.<br /><br />e gol si atat, nu il simt<br />nu ma doare<br />e doar acolo.<br /><br />e ciudat cum poti<br />sa te impiedici e un loc gol<br />care nu te lasa<br />sa treci mai departe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424948372466642-5777452959462407036?l=aalmostfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424948372466642.post-20125477505788014502009-02-06T07:07:00.001-08:002009-02-06T07:07:40.348-08:00mie imi plac femeile<br />dar iubesc doar una.<br />una este luna<br />dar tu nu esti doar una.<br /><br />azi sunt trist<br />cand sunt trist<br />ma gandesc la tine.<br /><br />nu ma gandesc la tine sa ma inveselesc<br />pur si simplu faptul ca ma gandesc la tine<br />ma intristeaza.<br /><br />noua barbatilor ne place sa fim tristi<br />asa avem o scuza pentru misoginismul nostru stangaci.<br />noi nu stim sa fim misogini<br />noi nu stim sa va iubim<br />noi nu stim sa fim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424948372466642-2012547750578801450?l=aalmostfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424948372466642.post-30763546998389259142008-12-01T15:57:00.000-08:002008-12-01T15:59:23.469-08:00<p>alcoolul imi umbla prin vene ca intr-un labirint<br />incearca sa ajunga la creier<br />incearca sa ajunga la creier<br />dar eu refuz  cu inversunare caci<br />vreau sa te iubesc<br />pana dimineata.<br /><br /></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424948372466642-3076354699838925914?l=aalmostfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424948372466642.post-60325223028385448752008-11-29T03:35:00.000-08:002008-11-29T03:40:50.503-08:00<p>cele mai pacatoase ganduri sunt gandurile care pana acum nu le-am avut<br />nimic nu e obscen cu tine<br />nimic nu ti se pare iesit din firesc<br />parca ai fi plecat de pe bulevardul rosu ieri<br />si ai fi ajuns<br />direct in patul meu<br /><br /><br />vorbesti despre dragoste<br />fara niciun vocabular elevat<br />vorbesti despre dragoste<br />fara niciun vocabular<br />vorbesti despre dragoste<br />fara niciun<br /><br /><br /><br />sentiment.<br /><br /><br />nu exista dragoste fetito<br />arata-mi ca intelegi<br />si ingenuncheaza.<br /><br /></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424948372466642-6032522302838544875?l=aalmostfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424948372466642.post-57220379716451029452008-11-27T07:20:00.000-08:002008-11-27T08:45:32.561-08:00<p>mi-am umplut gura cu gandurile tale. involuntar.</p><p>ai vrut sa ma saruti iubito si tot ce gandeai in acel moment a iesit din tine ca un nou nascut fara cordon ombilical.</p><p>mi-am umplut gura cu gandurile tale iubito</p><p>si de trei zile scuip intr-una doar cliseuri murdare si replici diabetic de dulci pe care le-ai tinut minte in caz ca vreodata ar trebui sa impresionezi.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424948372466642-5722037971645102945?l=aalmostfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8819424948372466642.post-87245004551575806922008-11-26T08:16:00.000-08:002008-11-26T08:17:16.636-08:00as vrea sa-mi infing mana adanc in sufletlul tau<br />as intra cu pumni cu tot si cu bocancii murdari de noroi<br />dar s-a dat legea aia<br />cu instalarea unui gratar la intrarea in fiecare suflet<br />in caz de razboi.<br /><br /><br />asa ca o sa-mi infing limba gentil in sufletul tau<br />sa-ti sorb incet fiecare sentiment<br /><p>cum soarbe tipa de la trei cafeaua la acesi ora dimineata cu acelasi zgomot pervers.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8819424948372466642-8724500455157580692?l=aalmostfamous.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Almost Famoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00137281728585438831noreply@blogger.com3