Atmosphere is the keyword

Sometimes when you wake up, and just feel that there is something in the air that ensures your day is gonna be perfect. Some silent music assists for washing out the sleepiness from your eyes.

Sitting at the table, preparing a bit for your lesson, reading the news when a slow motion from your side reminds you that you are not alone. Mild and calm, tired but sweet enough, the motion flows on and ends up in a gorgeuos smile.

Shy sunbeams are filtering through the clouds, cherishing the long black hair, exposing its brownish features. The motion decides to move on: eyelids are eventually opening up, repeating the smile the mouth did just a second ago.

The motion trembles and shakes as I can't stop myself intervening in it. The fragile phenomena is at my grasp, and I try not to let it go.

The motion is over but now the day is flowing on. It seems like the beauty of that motion in the morning was planted into the world. Bitter thoughts don't even bother with disturbing me. I spend hours sitting in the window, writing what I have to write, and thinking about...

What today looks like a tiny bit of happiness, will be regarded as one of my best moment tomorrow.

Dirty west

no approval needed
dirty west?
does that exist? come on. matter of a point of view. still.
you thinka fucking solo, yes, guitar would fix all the shit that happened? wake upNEO this is the blog where you dont have to put commas, periods because the author doesnt give a shit
about the blog
bout life
bout
eh
who knows
still.
some ppl still wish he (me?) cares
what are you talking about again
sobriety and peter levay are not friends... actually they werent at all since one motherfucker created "time".
had to be jesus, no other ass could have done that sin...
anyway! you, dearest reader, did you know that you, yes, you, foreigner are more interested in this blog than my fellow hungarians? to be correct: fellow madafaca hungarians give less shit in my HUNGARIAN blog than you, dear foreigners give to my other one...
disgraceful...
who cares peter?
sink in the waves of common ppl. your fate is written in the book of ignorant people,... isnt it? haha
enjoy life
bastard
you know how it works
one problem is
that you cannot explain it in
this simple language

O! principles of mine.

I always had a feeling that people are showing off if they write bout the following stuff:

sexual life
how interesting/ succesful/ valuable/ smart his/her personality is
new gf/bf/pet/whale/freshly baked cake
tattoo

Suppose you figured it out why did i make the list above. Bingo! its all about the tattoo. I have a theory that you can make as many you please as long it has a meaning. Not like putting a Nike logo on your ass, commercializing your most (?) precious part; you know what i mean.
So, as some of you may already know, i got a die (dice if the word is not familiar in singular), which stand for:

1. Philosophy. Fate is not shaping our lives. Coincidence and our decisions are forging it.Period.

What relatively new is that i came up with the following topics, that are gonna be drawn/ put on my lovely baby skin:

2. Love. Does that need any explanation?
3. Career. Eventhough I pretend I dont give a shit, I would LOVE to have my passion as my career. Way to go.
4. Family. Cos I wanna become a cute daddy. No argument here.

May noticed that three are not defined. its cos i have no clue about their place, size, symbol exactly. I guess i have time though. Im a man at my word, especially on my blog (thats irony right), so i ll do all of these!

oh wait...what did i say about showing off in the beginning? ah nevermind. im keep doing it since 2007.

Iyi geceler... eventually

any idea what is gonzo?
weellll
i pretend
this is is pure gonzo
nah this is actually pure peter. pure letters. pure fucked up words, one after another. sacmalama yaa! wise one would say. wise one would say.
do i really believe words are my future?
beto
you,spanish director genius. you said. im the gifted one. well... welll played, friend. if i EVER get an appreciation for my writer knowledge...or however you call it... you ll be the first one i mention. tamam mi?
whoever you are!
leave me
human beings
leave me...
attention is the thing i seek most and least...
please...
know me.. understand me
and
iyi geceler.

shitty thoughts of a monday dawn

no words here to say
if you know hunter s thompson
well
you kinda know what am i talking bout
if not
weeeellll you re pretty fucked here.
writing without having your mind fucked up, messed up, whatever... is just pointless
your wisest thoughts are coming right after you dream, you re drunk, you re high and so on.
your ego would never be higher ever.
so why bother with forcing yourself typing a letter while being sober?
no honesty there
i have it so guess what im affected. any complaints?
please... pretend you like your life... your studies...your job.. your whatever. and then, read my line here below:
you dont enjoy it.
quit whining
quit doing the shit you ve done before.
start...
whatever you would prefer.

Quote of the day.

Lets put the person (whom I'm quoting) into the mysterious mist of ... hmm Turkey. And here is what I've been told:

"i know.. but im taking tourism lessons.. because i like the teacher.. and i have enough credit because i took tourism lessons
and i love you because i love you..."

Nothing else to say here

Little redundant thoughts of mine

those were great times, eh?

ground control to peter...

nothing to worry about, living our dream, not caring much about who we are or who are we supposed to be... time has ceased to exist, and we just smoked on the balcony, listening to great music, talking about women, life -basic things with a really philosophical approach though-, just the stuff those do who can really afford being careless.
just slightly over a dozen, those people succesfully created a pocket-sized universe of perfection.friendship were born out of nowhere, lifes were linked in a blink of an eye; and we didn't even recognize it. just now, sitting here, almost one year after it.

ground control to peter...

great memories should never make our job in the present harder, but now its a pretty hard pill to swallow...
the past years' milestones always ended with flights: leaving Trabzon in late May, Istanbul (Bourgas) in mid-June, not to mention the near past journeys. it was great, but it has to be released, huh?

ground control to peter...

just having a little shot of memories here... guess it happens with everyone. im back on earth, houston. with two feet standing.