He was loud since the very first day I plugged him in and pressed that magical button, but I didn’t care. I loved him so much even if he lost his N after only two weeks of our relationship. We had so much fun together… all the places I took him to see, all the things we made together, all the movies we watched and all the songs we listened to! Sometimes he made me nervous, hell, he almost made me cry sometimes! But then it all started to fall apart and some time ago he became so very angry and disappointed, that he had to yell at me and everybody else all the time! I knew that he was loosing his battle and his lungs slowly started to collapse1. He wasn’t able to breathe and I surely didn’t know what to do… until we decided to euthanize his poor processor. The despairing event took place on the sad Wednesdays afternoon, right after “il postino” brought the replacement for HP’s almighty soul2.
So my dear Hp, you trully were a warrior! Rest in pieces! Literally! Your soul (aka hard dick, ups, disk) will live forever! XD
I managed to go to Trieste Tattoo Expo. I wasn’t alone though, I had a splendid company of two great lads1, who I wouldn’t met if I wasn’t training MT, which I wouldn’t be if I wouldn’t have seen the Ong Bak movies, what I wouldn’t do if Tony Jaa wouldn’t have made them, what…2
Brief excerpt of a beautiful yesterday @ Trieste…
1. All the sweet buzz of the machines, all the sweet tattoos and all the sweet hype made me quite euphoric and I really really wanted to get inked again.3 But I didn’t. I’m kind of broke + I’ll get a new one soon anyway. I hated the heat and lack of fresh air though.
2. Trieste is one hella photogenic city and I’m not impressed by myself for not going there more often. Oh come on Nina, it’s so close!
3. I obviously like to eat pizza in the kitchen. And those chairs… XD
4. The fights @ Palatrieste (which was our second main daily destination) were really neat. Thai fighters managed to retain their reputation and damn, I wouldn’t mind to take one of them back home with me.4
5. I loved all the laughing, ridiculousness and aaaaaaa, it’s obvious that I really had a blast!
That’s it, I have to run now (literally)! And the photos? Manipulated as hell, vintage b/w noise. Just for the taste. :D
I remember all the times, all the laughs and all the yelling too.
I remember all the wacky things we did together and I think about you almost every fuckin’ day. You were special and I’m aware that we didn’t always get along and had our issues, but we still cared for each other. And I remember that day, the phone call and the words: “Nina, Murko’s gone.” At first I just couldn’t believe it and then I started shaking so bad and crying … I had to go back to my hometown, but couldn’t hang with our friends, because of all the sorrow and pain. Today is the day we should all miss you the most, but I know we miss you all the time. I know that you didn’t deserve all the shit that has happened in your life, but we were there for you and I wish you were still here with us.
Today I’ll go and drink a beer for you and smoke a cigarette and I’ll listen to “Rascist regime” by Mob 47, because I remember. I remember and it’s also written in my diary. It was 11. 9.2002. and we were chillin’ in the local park, you and me and Sara. And you were so happy because you bought that audio cassette and you were reading the lyrics and I transcripted one of them. “In south-Africa the blacks have no rights, they’re getting oppresed by the whites. It’s not your skin color, it’s what’s in your brain. Can’t you fucking see that we’re all worth the same.”
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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