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Primoz Lukezic


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Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 26
Sign: Sagittarius

City: Ljubljana
Country: SI
Signup Date: 1/5/2006

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Saturday, February 16, 2008 

Current mood:  amused
Category: Art and Photography
You can see some photos from photoshooting under my album or on www.wannabesociety.com.

And also I will have one picture published on the whole page of Slovenian newspaper for bloggers called BLOGOROLA.

I can't fuckin believe it!

yeah!



Monday, January 07, 2008 
Vsekakor ena boljsih gledaliskih predstav preteklega leta in si zatorej zasluzi posebno mesto v blogu.
Se vedno se klanjam Urosu Smoleju za izvrstno vlogo Konferansjeja..my dreams come true..

Vec o predstavi si lahko preberete na strani MGLja.

boomp3.com








Monday, January 07, 2008 
Malo brskam po mobilcu pod belezkami in najdem mnogo stvari, ki so me nekje, nekoc na neki tocki navdihnile ali me se navdihujejo..
Vir je nekje znan, nekje ni. Nekatere sem napisal jaz.

Vsec so mi, zato jih zelim nekaj napisati tudi tu.

And once mankind loses it's storyteller
it will also loose it's childhood

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..trije nori plesalci, popolni v tesnem objemu viharnega valcka, na pozlacenem parketu noci. Oh yes!
iz Alessandro Baricco: Devetsto

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Ce koncno letim, zakaj me vlecere nazaj na zemljo in mi trdite, da ljudje nebi smeli leteti?

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Ali je to, cemur pravimo "kultura", cemur pravimo duh, dusa, kar imenujemo lepo, sveto, je to samo prikazen, ki je ze dolgo mrtva in jo imamo za zivo samo mi, malostevilcni norci?
Kaj morda sploh nikoli ni bila pristna in ziva? Je bilo morda to, za kar si prizadevamo mi norci, ze od nekdaj samo prikazen?

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Bil je vecer zadnjega dne zivljenja cloveka, on pa se je spraseval, ce bo konec tedna morda le brez dezja.

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Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Dream as you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.
James Dean

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Govor je izvir nesporazumov..

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...ker so zame edini pravi ljudje norci, tisti, ki so nori na zivljenje, pogovor, nori na odresenje, zeljni vsega hkrati, ki nikoli ne zehajo in ne govorijo vsakdanjih reci, ampak gorijo, gorijo, gorijo kot neverjetne rumene rakete, ki kakor pajki eksplodirajo med zvezdami, povsem na sredi pa vidis modro svetlobo, ki se razpoci, da vsi zasopejo: "o-o-oh".
iz Jack Kerouac - Na cesti

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..ker zaljubljen si lahko samo na biciklu..

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Ljudje se prevec trudijo ziveti, da bi postali bitja.

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Ne boj se pocasnega napredovanja, boj se le mirovanja.
Kitajski pregovor

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Nicesar, kar je minilo, ni skoda. SKoda je tega Zdaj in Danes, vseh nestetih ur in dni, ki jih izgubljam, ki jih samo prenasam, ki ne prinasajo ne daril in ne pretresov.

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Obstaja abeceda tisine, toda niso nas naucili, da bi jo crkovali.

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Stepni volk, ki je zablodil k nam, v mesta in credno zivljenje-nobena druga podoba, ga nebi mogla pokazati prepricljiveje. Njega in njegove plahe osamljenosti, njegove divjosti, njegovega nemira, njegovega domotozja in brezdomovinstva.
iz Herman Hesse - Stepni volk

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Zivljenje je obstalo-pustilo se je nepricakovano povabiti.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007 
Pozdravljen/a!

Ravnokar sem prejel zaskrbljujoce pismo Sindikata severnih jelenov.
Ker sem sam tudi njihov podpornik, ti posredujem njihov video!
Pokazimo malo uvidevnosti!



Lahko si ga tudi zdownloadate na:
http://harl3y.predalcek.com/jelenji%20sindikat.mpg

Lepe praznike!

PrimozL
Wednesday, December 19, 2007 
Couple of friends are going to Paris today for few days..
That kinda brings some memories back. Paris 2001 around New Year..
I gave them homework..
they must find Shakespeare & Co. bookstore and take a photo of it..
What's the story behind it? invite me to coffe and i'll tell :P




have a beautiful day ya all!
Monday, December 17, 2007 
In my opinion the greatest people in music industry that ever lives.

The stage is yours.

1. Satchmo the great! I give you
Louis Armstrong!



2. I've heard that
Ratpack
is in the town again..
Frank Sinatra!


Dean Martin


Sammy Davis Jr.


...

3. Gal Gjurin

photo by Ciril Jazbec



...to be continued
Friday, December 14, 2007 
Heh..vcerajsnji dan je bil navsezadnje res poseben..
tu je en mali thankyou vsem, ki ste ga takega tut nardil.

Klapa iz Festivalne/Orto bara (od 00:00 do ...), k ste nekako otvoril ta dan:
- Shorty..fala za tko hitro cestitanje in ker si bla tam. ;))
- Mateja & Ana..kljub tragicni izgubi kljucev je bil vsenajboljse popolnoma na mestu ;)
- Dominik.. :P ves da te je met lepo zravn ne ;)
- Tomo..sploh ne bom vec razpravlju s tabo o mojem dojemanju malibuja! aja..pozdrav bejbo ;P
- Trkaj..dotakn se neba decko..
- Daisy..heh..lepo te je blo vidt..tut ce na vsake kvatre enkrat :)
- Barbi..like always..ne vem kdaj in kako si zginla

- Karmen..evo zarad takih ljudi tut pogresam fax :)

- Doroteja..te je blo lepo spoznat.
- Mara..tut tebe..spet :D
- Jure..heh..prvi si mi cestitu live :D tnx za rezervne kljuce ;)

..in vsi smsi..letos jih je blo sploh veliko :)
Zajc, Damjan, Hvaletova Spela (learn to speak slovene!:P), Dunja, mami&oci, Urska (hvala.), tetka Vida, Alesa&Aljosa, Zala (skoda k te ni blo z nami se naprej..sms ti je uspel ;)), Klara, Karmen, Blaz, Ana K. (predvsem dobre cokolade :)), Mili (cetrt stoletja OMG!), Lara (cudovito.), Janko, Lucija, Marko W. (eudajmonije??), Spelch (tnx god za take ljudi ne ;)), David, Toni, Stritar, Sandra (sm si zapel v mislih..je super in brez fusanja izpadlo ;)), Meri, Kristina, Goran (rojstni dan sm mel uceri btw :P ), ...

ter seveda najlepsa hvala na mnoge commente inu mejle ter seveda klice :) Vse vas je blo lepo slisat/brat!!

in navsezadnje..hvala njej, zaradi katere so dnevi lepsi, Ani. Tja ne greva vec na cevape :P prid hitr domov da obesva darila ;) rad te mam.

Dragi moji..
rad vas imam.

Se vidimo v soboto na Kodeljevem!

p.s.: veliki NE HVALA prehladu, ki mi je v vsej svoji slavi prisel voscit na nepravi dan :)
Thursday, December 13, 2007 

Current mood:  happy
It's my birthday and the sun finally came out of the clouds..

bite that!
Friday, November 30, 2007 

Current mood:  calm
Category: Writing and Poetry
extra extra, read all about it:


Patty Diphusa, Confessions of a Porn Star

Adios

Adios, fun.
Adios, confessions.

 
There's only one
interesting person in Madrid
And that person is me,
Patty Diphusa.

When I do something,
I do it to be
unique.

I'm outta here.
There's no point.
End of confessions.
I mean it.

I'll think of something
to keep me entertained.

I don't want anybody
to understand me,
much less imitate me.

It is disgusting to hear
nothing but words of admiration.
What are you taking me for?

An artist?

Well, you're wrong.

 
Or hasn't anybody noticed
that I don't sleep
and I have to spend my time
doing something?

You imitate me.
And that makes
happiness, shamelessness,
frivolousness and ingenuity
fashionable.

You laugh
You enjoy. 
You celebrate everything
I say and do.

Everything is parties,
sex, happiness
and unconciousness.

 
The atmosphere has changed.


Up until now this has been
the Kingdom of Mediocrity. 
A game stops being a game
when it becomes
a cultural manifestation.

 
I'm outta here.

 
I prefer the drag,
the depression,
reflection,
abstinence,
nihilism,
discretion,
inactivity,
good manners,
country music,
having a schedule,
being careful,
melancholy,
visits with the family,
communism,
common sense,
roots,
tradition . . .

 

I don't have
anything more to say.

 
Thank you.




Had Pedro Almodóvar met the English band Tiger Lillies at the projection of Cubric's 'Clockwork Orange' they would have gone to an infamous bar in the suburbs of Madrid and would have made this show.

Cabaret
Patty Diphusa, Confessions of a porn star


Author: Pedro Almodóvar
Adaptation for stage and direction by: Ivana --ilas
Performers: Bo--tjan Gomba-- (vocal, piano, clarinet, whistles, trumpet call harmonica, musical saw);
--iga Golob (kontrabas, ukulele, prate--i vokal / contrabass, ukulele, back vocal);
Sergej Ran--elovi-- (bubnjevi, udaraljke, prate--i vokal / drums, percussions, back vocal)
Music by: Bo--tjan Gomba--, --iga Golob, Sergej Ran--elovi--
Costume designer and make-up artist: Jelena Prokovi--
Set design: Petra Veber
Light designer: Brane --ulc
Production: Familija
Coproduction:  Ljubljana City Theatre



Patty Diphusa, Confessions of a Porn Star is cabaret created from series of stories written by Pedro Almodóvar which were in sequels published in Madrid's magazine La Luna, in (during) the eighties. Those stories are from the edge of urban life, rude stories which glorifies everything (all) human: sex, pleasure, violence, love, romantic, whishes. Patty is a girl from dreams, full of life, who never sleeps, projection of spectator's desires, writter's alter-ego.

Patty: Tell me more about me, and I will do more for you.
Almodovar: You are typical girl of our time. You are creation of viewer's fantasy. You are what viewers would love to be.
Patty: You are also a viewer?
Almodovar: I would love to have your spontaneity and positive attitude towards life. You love to fuck and enjoy being adored. 
(P. Almodóvar from the last series 'Interview with Patty')

Patty elopes from solitude and herself and doing so with lots of humor and common sense. Her story telling is in amoral and at the same time in clever manner. She is at the same time vulgar and ultimately kind simple girl. Or maybe she is not girl at all? 

I am Patty Diphusa. My profession? International sex symbol or international porn star. According to critics specialized in the field, my erotic interpretations have a certain something that makes me unique. When I perform fellatio the only thing the spectator pays attention to is the expression of my mouth and my eyes.



Thursday, November 29, 2007 

Current mood:  angry
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..didn't worked

furious as hell