a black guy walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder, the bartender takes a look at him and yells: What the hell is that?? From where did you get that shit??
-From Africa says the parrot.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
-escrito para Ella-
I wanted a small house in a big city for you to go crazy trying to figure out how to decorate it with all the different colors going from red to black, to white and back to black again. I wanted a small house in the big city for you to exceed your potential and even start to realize that I wanted a medium house outside the city for you to lose your mind deciding how to dress me up. I wanted a medium house outside the city for you to laugh and and grin and smile and make it baby safe. I wanted a bigger house outside the city so that you could set the dinner table not for 2 but 3 and 4 and 5 and then for 6.I wanted a bigger house outside the city for you to fill it up with black and white pictures and for you to show the photo albums whenever they are around. I wanted a small house in a small town by the sea so that you could bake cookies and buy the groceries when your head doesnt make you forget.I wanted a small house in a small town by the sea so that you could spent the remaining of your life by my side now that we are alone and can barely even remember how we met. I dont want anything up here only for you to join me and tell me how much you've cared.
Friday, November 7, 2008
I can finally feel the wind blowing us in different directions,
But of course we both believe in reencarnation.
Maybe we already had each other and we are simply fucked by the invisible union
that keeps our souls attach, no matter how much we curse the day we got engaged with out words. A simple nod, a simple stare. It seems words are too primitive for us. rare... but from time to time I really wish we could just know each other, the real other.
But of course we both believe in reencarnation.
Maybe we already had each other and we are simply fucked by the invisible union
that keeps our souls attach, no matter how much we curse the day we got engaged with out words. A simple nod, a simple stare. It seems words are too primitive for us. rare... but from time to time I really wish we could just know each other, the real other.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
If you were only here to see my new found love, you would never want to leave my side knowing the potential that I have and the way in which I can evolve my life.
If you’d only care enough to wait, you could find assurance in my voice and button down the idea of us, not now, but late.
I’ll never let go my grasp that holds our lives, I’ll never delete the idea of you in my mind. And with every passing day I realize, we are more than we were in the past.
If you'd only know how I feel another human touch but see your face when I travel in my dreams.
If you’d only care enough to wait, you could find assurance in my voice and button down the idea of us, not now, but late.
I’ll never let go my grasp that holds our lives, I’ll never delete the idea of you in my mind. And with every passing day I realize, we are more than we were in the past.
If you'd only know how I feel another human touch but see your face when I travel in my dreams.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Afraid to be alone with my thoughts PART I
In every person´s life, there´s always a decision, memory or even just a possibility thay haunts your mind.
How does every person live with it?
There are plenty of ways to keep your head busy so you cant think about them, drowning yourself in alcohol or getting high until your head doesnt touch the ground are the most common ways. Some just fill their schedule so tight that they cant even breath through activities. There are many ways to confront these memories and try to get past them, but they are always there, seeking for the most unportunate moment to surface again.
The reason that most people choose alcohol because it always solves the problem, in short periods of time maybe but it always takes you to a place were all these things cant touch you.
How does every person live with it?
There are plenty of ways to keep your head busy so you cant think about them, drowning yourself in alcohol or getting high until your head doesnt touch the ground are the most common ways. Some just fill their schedule so tight that they cant even breath through activities. There are many ways to confront these memories and try to get past them, but they are always there, seeking for the most unportunate moment to surface again.
The reason that most people choose alcohol because it always solves the problem, in short periods of time maybe but it always takes you to a place were all these things cant touch you.
Monday, June 30, 2008
I Should Have Agreed With The Priest.
I Should Have Agreed With The Priest.
No escape! No escape!
The sentence is set.
The entire world is collapsing.
So desperate, so insecure.
What do I do? What do I do?
Could someone help me?
Oh please God save me!
Spikes. Sharp. Rip.
Let me out. Lock me out.
The tight locks around the wrist.
The never ending screams make the night eternal.
Turn around. Turn around. Turn around.
The black and white stripes wave like flags,
of an decaying country who has lost all hope.
121 days and counting.
The stone- sharp wall seems to be running low on space.
At least that’s what I can see.
I feel like me eyes were replaced by ears.
Now I know when that silvery plate will be sliding under the moist wooden door.
Exercise time? No problem.
Tattoos stop hitting me around day 60th.
Scars took longer but eventually become an ice breaker.
Races keep drama high out on the field
but that does not stop the “badass” Whities
making deals with the fucking Spics behind the showers.
Not to mention the supposed peacekeepers,
letting free trade find its way like a first world country.
I let go of money around day 5,
and let cigarettes become my medium of exchange.
I love to think we live at the Vatican, even Luxemburg.
Last night I overheard an interesting conversation
the guards should have been a little more careful.
Now I count the days for the show,
there is no telling Darryl what his future holds.
They chose Friday night to give the surprise
only with no Sunday come back like the lord Jesus Christ.
Now, we are all just hours away.
Getting nervous in this eternal darkness.
I finally hear the familiar sound of rattling keys.
It’s time to hear him scream.
Behold the executioner has come.
Wait! Somethings wrong.
They walk past his cage.
I can hear the footsteps getting closer.
Did I misheard? Who is it to suffer?
Rattling keys getting closer.
Who is to pay tonight?
So close now I see the reflection of those black boots
No! Wait! No! It’s not me, it can’t be.
Let me out! Lock me out!
Someone help me! Oh please God save me!
The door swings open, too late.
It all goes black, no time for praying
Just enough for regretting.
My sins are not to be judge here on earth
Specially not in the electric chair.
No escape! No escape!
The sentence is set.
The entire world is collapsing.
So desperate, so insecure.
What do I do? What do I do?
Could someone help me?
Oh please God save me!
Spikes. Sharp. Rip.
Let me out. Lock me out.
The tight locks around the wrist.
The never ending screams make the night eternal.
Turn around. Turn around. Turn around.
The black and white stripes wave like flags,
of an decaying country who has lost all hope.
121 days and counting.
The stone- sharp wall seems to be running low on space.
At least that’s what I can see.
I feel like me eyes were replaced by ears.
Now I know when that silvery plate will be sliding under the moist wooden door.
Exercise time? No problem.
Tattoos stop hitting me around day 60th.
Scars took longer but eventually become an ice breaker.
Races keep drama high out on the field
but that does not stop the “badass” Whities
making deals with the fucking Spics behind the showers.
Not to mention the supposed peacekeepers,
letting free trade find its way like a first world country.
I let go of money around day 5,
and let cigarettes become my medium of exchange.
I love to think we live at the Vatican, even Luxemburg.
Last night I overheard an interesting conversation
the guards should have been a little more careful.
Now I count the days for the show,
there is no telling Darryl what his future holds.
They chose Friday night to give the surprise
only with no Sunday come back like the lord Jesus Christ.
Now, we are all just hours away.
Getting nervous in this eternal darkness.
I finally hear the familiar sound of rattling keys.
It’s time to hear him scream.
Behold the executioner has come.
Wait! Somethings wrong.
They walk past his cage.
I can hear the footsteps getting closer.
Did I misheard? Who is it to suffer?
Rattling keys getting closer.
Who is to pay tonight?
So close now I see the reflection of those black boots
No! Wait! No! It’s not me, it can’t be.
Let me out! Lock me out!
Someone help me! Oh please God save me!
The door swings open, too late.
It all goes black, no time for praying
Just enough for regretting.
My sins are not to be judge here on earth
Specially not in the electric chair.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Waking up from a long overrated coma
Waking Up From A Long Overrated Coma.
I experience some hard turbulence
while having my third drink when it hits me.
I let myself surrender to the feeling,
very rapidly the memories take over.
The alarm clock is pointless once again.
Why did I torture myself?
I should have treasure the extra fifteen minutes
in which the world stopped the moment you opened your eyes.
I should have known I was one of the lucky ones
the moment you ceased to be an stranger for me.
Our souls and bodies mixed so hastily
I didn’t have time to recover myself from the awakening.
The mundane morning meal magically metaphors
into an unforgivable experience.
An extra dose of caffeine was present
with no double servings of coffee.
You were that melody that followed me around all day
into my deepest dreams, reveling my most precious secrets.
You were, of course, the brightest color I could see,
no matter what season I was on.
The music room never felt alive after you.
Now I’m down on hands and knees,
I’m suffocating.
I’m choking for air.
I’m trapped inside my self-form cycle of desperation.
In which you run around my mind
causing undesired feelings over and over again.
This cycle that deprives me from sleeping at nights
and at the same times prevents me from getting up in the mornings.
Like the lights are eternally flashing
and my blankets have been sawed to my mattress.
I’m back on one of the biggest snowstorms
trapped inside my 2X2 bedroom,
trapped in a place where time never stops,
hearing nothing for the first time in my life.
After 240 days of extreme fatigue and the flight of self awareness,
I am raising my glass up high and I’m using this scrap of paper.
I’m putting an end to this chapter of my life,
probably the most exciting one.
I experience some hard turbulence
while having my third drink when it hits me.
I let myself surrender to the feeling,
very rapidly the memories take over.
The alarm clock is pointless once again.
Why did I torture myself?
I should have treasure the extra fifteen minutes
in which the world stopped the moment you opened your eyes.
I should have known I was one of the lucky ones
the moment you ceased to be an stranger for me.
Our souls and bodies mixed so hastily
I didn’t have time to recover myself from the awakening.
The mundane morning meal magically metaphors
into an unforgivable experience.
An extra dose of caffeine was present
with no double servings of coffee.
You were that melody that followed me around all day
into my deepest dreams, reveling my most precious secrets.
You were, of course, the brightest color I could see,
no matter what season I was on.
The music room never felt alive after you.
Now I’m down on hands and knees,
I’m suffocating.
I’m choking for air.
I’m trapped inside my self-form cycle of desperation.
In which you run around my mind
causing undesired feelings over and over again.
This cycle that deprives me from sleeping at nights
and at the same times prevents me from getting up in the mornings.
Like the lights are eternally flashing
and my blankets have been sawed to my mattress.
I’m back on one of the biggest snowstorms
trapped inside my 2X2 bedroom,
trapped in a place where time never stops,
hearing nothing for the first time in my life.
After 240 days of extreme fatigue and the flight of self awareness,
I am raising my glass up high and I’m using this scrap of paper.
I’m putting an end to this chapter of my life,
probably the most exciting one.
" I swear to... no wait, never mind"
There’s Only One Good Reason to Die
Out of the corner of my eye I heard Your voice
For a split second my ears caught Your reflection
on a book written by countless different authors.
On the wind I felt Your smell, such a soft whisper.
I can barely listen to Your presence over the fire.
Such a vague image you form for my hands,
like watching a melody float around my atmosphere.
But yet Your presence is so absent.
You stand further than my eyesight.
Did You choose to handicap my ears?
My arms grew tired of being wide open
I see light flow trough high windows
hitting the painted ceilings of Your houses
every single time I enter them.
I hear Your demands transferred
by head to toe, dressed in white
servants claiming to be Your slaves.
I taste Your body in round-shaped
slices of bread soaked in red wine.
But all of this meaningless actions
seem to human to help me belief.
Why do You never visit?
Why don’t you send me a sign?
Has it been in front of me all of this time?
A never ending mystery,
impossible to solve with the 5 abilities You have given us.
As I stopped searching for meaning inside my head
I realize there is only one way to find an answer for my questions.
Out of the corner of my eye I heard Your voice
For a split second my ears caught Your reflection
on a book written by countless different authors.
On the wind I felt Your smell, such a soft whisper.
I can barely listen to Your presence over the fire.
Such a vague image you form for my hands,
like watching a melody float around my atmosphere.
But yet Your presence is so absent.
You stand further than my eyesight.
Did You choose to handicap my ears?
My arms grew tired of being wide open
I see light flow trough high windows
hitting the painted ceilings of Your houses
every single time I enter them.
I hear Your demands transferred
by head to toe, dressed in white
servants claiming to be Your slaves.
I taste Your body in round-shaped
slices of bread soaked in red wine.
But all of this meaningless actions
seem to human to help me belief.
Why do You never visit?
Why don’t you send me a sign?
Has it been in front of me all of this time?
A never ending mystery,
impossible to solve with the 5 abilities You have given us.
As I stopped searching for meaning inside my head
I realize there is only one way to find an answer for my questions.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Skullflower
oh how, how is this worth waiting
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
oh how, how is this worth waiting
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
something's been raped
once it's
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
oh how, how is this worth waiting
it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you...
oh how...
let her to take as
they already know
tell me if you're straying off
same as you were, they're calling you out
is this the sign of the end
are we losing air
is this the sign of distress
are you losing air
something's been raped
once it's
A small spark vs a great forest
What did you say? Don't speak.
You nailed down all your words on me
and it felt like a blind guide.
Leading me into quicksand.
So fight fair, fight fair.
But all you hear is noise.
Fight fair. Fight fair!
I've earthed this seed so many times.
Deeply held in this skin of bark.
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.
Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialog.
Rapid speech like dogs with teeth.
Words like a beggar, that don't speak.
Crouched and bent out of shape.
Rip this tongue out by the root.
Shake the walls off this pale grave.
A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.
An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fires collapses.
The corpses I've made.
This should not be. Oh, how we curse.
The tongue is a flame.
Let there be grace.
Fight fair!
You nailed down all your words on me
and it felt like a blind guide.
Leading me into quicksand.
So fight fair, fight fair.
But all you hear is noise.
Fight fair. Fight fair!
I've earthed this seed so many times.
Deeply held in this skin of bark.
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.
Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialog.
Rapid speech like dogs with teeth.
Words like a beggar, that don't speak.
Crouched and bent out of shape.
Rip this tongue out by the root.
Shake the walls off this pale grave.
A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.
An open grave from which a great forest will rise, the fires collapses.
The corpses I've made.
This should not be. Oh, how we curse.
The tongue is a flame.
Let there be grace.
Fight fair!
the bends
where do we go from here
the words are comming out all weird
where are you now when i need you
alone on an airplane
falling asleep beside my window pain
my blood will thicken
i need to wash myself again
to hide all the dirt and pain
cause i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends
have they all got the bends
am i really sinking, this slow
my baby's got the bends, oh no
we don't have any real friends, no no no
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would happen
where do we go from here
the planet is all gummed up in a sea of fear
and where are you
they broaden the CIA
the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
to blow me away
to blow me sky high
my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
where do we go from here
the words are coming out all weird
where are you now, when i need you
the words are comming out all weird
where are you now when i need you
alone on an airplane
falling asleep beside my window pain
my blood will thicken
i need to wash myself again
to hide all the dirt and pain
cause i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends
have they all got the bends
am i really sinking, this slow
my baby's got the bends, oh no
we don't have any real friends, no no no
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would happen
where do we go from here
the planet is all gummed up in a sea of fear
and where are you
they broaden the CIA
the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
to blow me away
to blow me sky high
my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend
wating for something to happen
and i wish it was the 60s, i wish i could be happy, i wish, i wish, i wish
that something would
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
where do we go from here
the words are coming out all weird
where are you now, when i need you
Act III: Modulate Back To The Tonic
(I?ve been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
There?s a million ways out of the city
I don?t know one
His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
Then the birds would follow and snatch it back
And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles
Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill
?Save him, save him?, they cried
Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below
We?re hanging from our ankles
We?re hanging from this spot
We're hanging from our ankles
... from this spot
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
(I?ve been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way
Before leaving them for the night.
In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,
Black shadows began to dawn on them.
The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now
And above all, we?d lost the certainty that you would live
When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
There?s a million ways out of the city
I don?t know one
His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
Then the birds would follow and snatch it back
And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles
Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill
?Save him, save him?, they cried
Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below
We?re hanging from our ankles
We?re hanging from this spot
We're hanging from our ankles
... from this spot
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
(I?ve been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn?t there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way
Before leaving them for the night.
In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,
Black shadows began to dawn on them.
The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now
And above all, we?d lost the certainty that you would live
When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
We?re hanging from this spot
(i am through with it all)
We?re hanging from our ankles
(is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
to form our end
form...
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
breathing room barricades
and then there was one with sharpened grin a home I was never meant to find.
the wound was exposed and I fell in a curse I was blessed with as a child I spent my life waiting for this I knew I even bore the mark around my wrist and I feel like this could be enough this could be the one this could be the one.
raise your palms to me and let me show you where our lines collide graze the scalp and see show me where you think they placed that tracking device.
it is so contagious you can't escape from me you can't run they're hot on your trail hunting your down for a lock of your hair and they shot your on the space between your wings.
they tied your limbs and made you sing what makes you so evasive?
you can't escape from me.
we've lost communication these words will dissipate I've scoured through this wasteland you are a mystery and I caught you right before you fled if I could breathe in your air then I'd believe what you said if I could see what you see then I would never have left I picked apart the clues that I found I stood out I stood out for you to show yourself we can forget everything we've become it's not far it's not far until the oxygen show me what's in store locked beneath trap doors for every plot unrevealed you counted my scars and made me sing every note every secret forced me back into lucidity and you proved to us, you proved to me suffer the distance between we'll douse our words in kerosene suffer.
leave something for me we'll burn them all until we make this true I'll clip my wings and give it all to you.
the wound was exposed and I fell in a curse I was blessed with as a child I spent my life waiting for this I knew I even bore the mark around my wrist and I feel like this could be enough this could be the one this could be the one.
raise your palms to me and let me show you where our lines collide graze the scalp and see show me where you think they placed that tracking device.
it is so contagious you can't escape from me you can't run they're hot on your trail hunting your down for a lock of your hair and they shot your on the space between your wings.
they tied your limbs and made you sing what makes you so evasive?
you can't escape from me.
we've lost communication these words will dissipate I've scoured through this wasteland you are a mystery and I caught you right before you fled if I could breathe in your air then I'd believe what you said if I could see what you see then I would never have left I picked apart the clues that I found I stood out I stood out for you to show yourself we can forget everything we've become it's not far it's not far until the oxygen show me what's in store locked beneath trap doors for every plot unrevealed you counted my scars and made me sing every note every secret forced me back into lucidity and you proved to us, you proved to me suffer the distance between we'll douse our words in kerosene suffer.
leave something for me we'll burn them all until we make this true I'll clip my wings and give it all to you.
Friday, May 2, 2008
faith not in god, but in life
This ride that takes me through life.
Leads me into darkness, but emerges into light.
Leads me into darkness, but emerges into light.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sex is cheap..
Sex is what keep´s the world turning.. gravity? the sun?? fuck that.. everything is about sex.
I bet my life that Einstein got layed cause his theory of relativity!! (laughed the fuck out of myself when i wrote this)
There´s a saying that goes: "behind every great man, there´s a great woman"
Why not? I mean if you cant impress a girl by washing your teeth, showering, what can you do?? (skipping the step of gettin her drunk)
You find the way.. it could be by sports, music, science or just being plain romantic, giving her flowers, chocolates and so on..
If everything above doesnt work, there´s still hope. How? Find the cure for cancer, or maybe the way to download free music from itunes.
Its all worth it.. meaningful sex is everything but cheap.
I bet my life that Einstein got layed cause his theory of relativity!! (laughed the fuck out of myself when i wrote this)
There´s a saying that goes: "behind every great man, there´s a great woman"
Why not? I mean if you cant impress a girl by washing your teeth, showering, what can you do?? (skipping the step of gettin her drunk)
You find the way.. it could be by sports, music, science or just being plain romantic, giving her flowers, chocolates and so on..
If everything above doesnt work, there´s still hope. How? Find the cure for cancer, or maybe the way to download free music from itunes.
Its all worth it.. meaningful sex is everything but cheap.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Son Et Lumiere
Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe
Friday, April 18, 2008
Law
I study Business Management, but im that person that questions everything, a lot of people could call me a pain in the ass, but i think of myself as a person that wants to know every small detail.
Couple of my friends are in school to be big shot lawyers and i wanted to know why.
I started asking questions that couldnt been answered as such, do you believe in death penalty (when the person prosecuted just killed your family)? I got vague answers as, if they are proven to be guilty they must be condemened to a required sentence.. but i could see in there eyes that ancient roman law eye for eye was the only thing that could make a diference (death).
Then i started to hit the weakest point a lawyer could have, are you really helpfull in this case or are you just someone that sees an opportunity and tries to suck every dime out of it?
I sincerely think that MOST of lawyers try to get through life defending everything they can, rapists, thiefs, murderers.. I mean how does someone defend a person who just raped a child??
When i said this in a room full of lawyers (just to get people pissed off) they started to curse and screaming at me, i felt kind of happy cause i knew that it was the only way to get a straight answer.. They said that common people couldnt be in charge of a democratic system, i asked why?
After a couple of minutes till they had an answer that made any sense, their words were this.. "if i study four to six years to learn how the system works, i can know how to exactly turn it to my side"
I got a honest answer, and i know that 95% of lawyers out there feel the same way.. Shit if our justice system doesnt work what the fuck do we have to count on?? Personal revenge?? mercenaries?? Some people just dont deserve to live..
Couple of my friends are in school to be big shot lawyers and i wanted to know why.
I started asking questions that couldnt been answered as such, do you believe in death penalty (when the person prosecuted just killed your family)? I got vague answers as, if they are proven to be guilty they must be condemened to a required sentence.. but i could see in there eyes that ancient roman law eye for eye was the only thing that could make a diference (death).
Then i started to hit the weakest point a lawyer could have, are you really helpfull in this case or are you just someone that sees an opportunity and tries to suck every dime out of it?
I sincerely think that MOST of lawyers try to get through life defending everything they can, rapists, thiefs, murderers.. I mean how does someone defend a person who just raped a child??
When i said this in a room full of lawyers (just to get people pissed off) they started to curse and screaming at me, i felt kind of happy cause i knew that it was the only way to get a straight answer.. They said that common people couldnt be in charge of a democratic system, i asked why?
After a couple of minutes till they had an answer that made any sense, their words were this.. "if i study four to six years to learn how the system works, i can know how to exactly turn it to my side"
I got a honest answer, and i know that 95% of lawyers out there feel the same way.. Shit if our justice system doesnt work what the fuck do we have to count on?? Personal revenge?? mercenaries?? Some people just dont deserve to live..
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
It seems today that real people are hard to find. Who you hang out with and the kind of activities you are involved in are highly considered before what type of person you are. It seems today that the world we live in has become some kind of friendship revenue. Talk about milking the brand, it’s not even close to fulfilling. If the whole society is going downhill from here then what the fuck are we suppose to live up to? Is a trio good enough to keep my heart pumping and my own meaning justified? Real people are hard to find, there is no riddle behind that statement. All out of sudden I’m out of convenience but I don’t feel alone, was it ever important to be hooked up with the advertisement guide?! I guess not. We all live up to our own standards, what difference does it make if it was the innovator himself or the all dancing shit of the world? As I wake up every single day I realize that the world itself isn’t really changing, it’s just conquering itself until we are all drown in the big pool of sorrow. If this is what the future is holding… no wait… I know this is what the future holds… let “god” have mercy on us all.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Why has religion lost its way?
Worshiping something unnatural, something unexplainable, has always been a big part of life. The sun, the moon, cows, even the sea has became a part of all these "pagan" beliefs.
Now when we have a trustworthy god, one that believes in goodness in mankind and in repentance (in the new testament anyway, cause our god in the old testament would kill our son´s and rape our wife´s) people dont believe, and if they do, they just prefer a life of sin and an easier way to go through life than going to church every sunday and not cursing in front of the elderly....
Why does this happen? I think its a simple answer, our age is called "the time of artificial inteligence", we seek for easy answers, not something that would confuse our simple minds like faith, we look for straight and verifiable information.
Religion cant keep up with technology and certainly it cant hold up a candle with the few people that dont want to look for answers in the Big Book.. why are we here? why do we exist? We exist because we just do, there has been an incredible amount of theories and it just happens that i dont give a shit.. losing time and money to find out what the fuck happened? I prefer spending my money trying to help starving kids living in carton boxes on streets than knowing if i came from a gorilla. I think that if we are worthy PERSONS not worthy cristians, jews, musulmans or whatever new religion would come up in time, rewards and happiness will come, not in the afterlife, but here in earth..
So why has religion lost its way? find your own answers and believe whatever gets you through the night.
Now when we have a trustworthy god, one that believes in goodness in mankind and in repentance (in the new testament anyway, cause our god in the old testament would kill our son´s and rape our wife´s) people dont believe, and if they do, they just prefer a life of sin and an easier way to go through life than going to church every sunday and not cursing in front of the elderly....
Why does this happen? I think its a simple answer, our age is called "the time of artificial inteligence", we seek for easy answers, not something that would confuse our simple minds like faith, we look for straight and verifiable information.
Religion cant keep up with technology and certainly it cant hold up a candle with the few people that dont want to look for answers in the Big Book.. why are we here? why do we exist? We exist because we just do, there has been an incredible amount of theories and it just happens that i dont give a shit.. losing time and money to find out what the fuck happened? I prefer spending my money trying to help starving kids living in carton boxes on streets than knowing if i came from a gorilla. I think that if we are worthy PERSONS not worthy cristians, jews, musulmans or whatever new religion would come up in time, rewards and happiness will come, not in the afterlife, but here in earth..
So why has religion lost its way? find your own answers and believe whatever gets you through the night.
don’t try too hard, you’re not impressing anyone worth impressing
Yet the music kept on playing…I guess we’ll like to start showing gratification towards the most complex and rewarding form of art. Music can be wrongly thought just as a combination of sounds put together in order to form some sort of beat to tap your foot to. This kind of misjudgment has lead us to think that we’re suppose to have a soundtrack for our entire life, missing the entire purpose of life itself. It’s not unusual to open a booklet and to be totally disappointed at the amount of nonsense that one can read. People are trying too hard to make an impression, settling for any kind of shit that first comes to mind. It’s not a surprise to hear people complain about “not feeling right for me anymore” or some other sort of complain about how inspiration has been lost. The truth is that it was never there, they never felt that their actions actually pointed towards something meaningful. Break off of it, stop been a mirror of bad examples.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Opening
This blog is meant for happiness, nothing else, a way to say whatever is on my mind. People lost that ability a long time ago.
What other way of starting this than with the best creation ever have made..
What other way of starting this than with the best creation ever have made..
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