Brain Records by Alexandra Crisbășan (LXXI)

“This is a project representing the fragments of conversations which my brain has recorded, during different encounters which I decided to write down. […] So, this is what “Brain Records” is; the story of human encounter, human communication, socialization. The story of all of them together as a whole. A story told from the subjectivity and logical storytelling ordering process of my brain.

I don’t think this is art, not necessarily, I don’t label it as a possible form of art either. I just think it’s really interesting to document real communication in the era of smartphones.”


Sâmbăta morților

What cant Kant do? Kant cant be a cunt.
Virginu’ dracu!
I think I’m emotionally ready to be a slut again.
Până acum nu se trimeteau?
De obicei se trimiteau…
De lansarea filmului Aniversarea,
Era cât pe aci să calc pe jumătate de tort aruncat pe stradă.
All I need in this life of sin,
Lasă-mă să mor de dor!
Tu știi că atunci când n-ai ochii luminoși nu ești ok…
Priza aia e atât de sketchy pe cât pare?
*a moment of silence*
Depinde de unde prizezi.
Bă, bă, fii atent care-i faza, 
Eu vreau să schimb piesa
You can see God, when I take my mask off.
M-am reapucat de fumat
Da când te-ai lasat?
Where you come from is gone,
Where you thought you were going to never was there,
And where you are is no good unless you can get away from it.
Where is there a place for you to be?
No place.
Does this war in my mind
Make me look fat?
Vreau ceva biscuiți de ciocolată buni!
Să conțină buni, da?
What does my face say
When I look them in the eye
What if this whole crusade’s a charade?
Behind it all there’s a price to be paid
For the blood on which we dine,
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine.
Nici vena mea nu mai dă sânge…
Mi-a fost atât de scârbă încât mi-am pierdut memoria!
Sunt plin de împăcat.
Expect nothing try everything
I-a spus că o iubește…
Mindfuck-ul îl oferi cuiva după ce-l înțelegi tu.
Nu-i convine ce nu ar trebui să știe 
Uite ce blaniță! You are my friendly beast!
*admiring the hairy legs*
Beauty and the friendly beast.
Well I guess you can have a hateful beauty and a friendly beast.
Nu e bună povestea, că eu la povești mă pricep să le stric.
Words are spoken to be broken.
This is not an explanation, it’s a polite FUCK OFF!
Un drum drept…*spuse când ea încercă să-l trezească.*
Photo via Alexandra’s Website.  You can also follow her on Instagram.
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Bucharest-based artist. Psychedelic photographer, brain-scratching writer / poetess and priestess of the macabre.

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