Saturday, July 17, 2010

Can you show me where it hurts...?

I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots...

I got no friends in the immediate surroundings.

I got no one to talk to (except maybe one that I don't like bothering all the time with my shit..). I can only write those stuff here sometimes, so I won't forget them. I don't feel like I have a blog to have an audience, no one would be so concerned about my everyday life, anyways (and that's not a plea for audience nor comments..).

I got almost no money, hence, no outdoors life. Sorry, I am a loser. It's not like I don't wanna see anyone, I just can't at the moment. I promise to make up soon. (To whom it may concern.)

I got myself a book read today. It was about a woman that killed her husband because she couldn't have it anymore, a man that killed a woman because he wanted to love her while she was slipping away from life and some women that chopped corpses up in little pieces.
I sometimes wonder how it is to kill out of love. I know how it is to hurt out of love or passion, but killing eludes me. Maybe it's not the sanest thing to say, sometimes I think people are afraid of ideas, of thoughts.. Just by thinking something like that makes you a person that's not afraid to think beyond certain borders perhaps, not a killer. Would such an act satisfy a person or the feeling would be fleeting, leaving them with a bitter aftertaste? I wouldn't know, I can only imagine.

And now you may think I'm weird and chances are I may really am. It's almost 5 am and I was working since I woke up, while watching Doctor Who. That's pretty average and non-weird to me. What's weird is being afraid to express yourself because others will think you're weird or scary. People have gone so "elite" that negative/grotesque/philosophical/pessimistic thinking is taboo. Communities though, and general groups of people are made from people. And people are of different sorts. Damn right, they are.

It's so sad having so many thoughts inside you and no one to fully understand you. But that's the problem in general. It's applied everywhere..  'thing is, self, you are really boring me sometimes. And some other times you are tiring me, because I'm tired of me being you and you being me. As you're tiring the good people that usually pretend to be friends just to go away after earning your trust. You're as tiring as this world.

Maybe it's the booze talking but I hardly ever drink. It's all a mess, I must make myself believe I am happy, even tho' I sometimes aren't at all, or other times just aren't. People appreciate the nice and comfy feeling of everything apparently going ok, nice and happy, here go go, keep up, be cheerful. What do people have to be cheerful about? Yeah, ok, I know, I have things to look forward that make me happy, but *every* time after that the feeling vanishes into thin air and there I am, alone and gray. Dull. Cold. Pointless.

I suppose that it's like that for everyone, I don't have the sole privilege of feeling like that. We are all crazy diamonds, but shipped in separate boxes, wrapped up in bubble wrap. Bubble wrap may be fun but if stuffed down your throat can kill you just as everything potentially shoved down your throat.

So, with fun or without, you will all die some day. Just leave other people be as bitter or as different they are made to be. And have an open mind. It's a friendly reminder.


These days agenda:

finished reading a book, maybe starting another soon,
reading a manga series I read every week, maybe starting another,
playing (still) Phoenix Wright on DS,
watching an anime, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann,
watching a series, Doctor Who,
making a test hand for a cosplay project,
drinking English Breakfast tea and forgeting the cup in the microwave oven,
sleeping (or not) in abnormal hours and quantities.
(and the winner is:  watching)


I am officially 28 years old. I don't know how I should feel about that. I don't feel anything at all.


WTF moment of the day:
My cat jumped out of my window to the back yard again and I had to go get her. Oo, the excitement..
WTF musical instrument of these days:
My straw
LOLWUT fact:
People laughing after seeing two girls buying aluminum sheets. Apparently, a hilarious sight for men.
Lelouch Lamperouge is a prick.
Finished that and still a prick.
Harakiri deserving moment:
Every day I keep drinking water to the point I can't anymore and I am still thirsty. Damn summer, damn heat. Fuck you summer (recurring theme these days)

Saturday, July 3, 2010


These days agenda:


reading a book (finished another 3, they were quite good, too bad the author died without finishing the other 7 he intended to...),
writing an article about manga with food (man, I'm HUNGRY!!),
reading 3 manga of the aforementioned genre in the same time,
playing Phoenix Wright on DS,
partially watching an anime,
drinking English Breakfast tea and forgeting the cup in the microwave oven,
sleeping (or not) in abnormal hours and quantities.
(and the winner is:  reading)

WTF moment of the day:
music from the Death Note soundtrack airing on the radio at around 7 o'clock in the morning.
WTF musical instrument of these days:
the dreaded vuvuzela.
LOLWUT fact:
too difficult to find
1mm aluminum 5052 H32 plates in the capital of Greece (or just any aluminum, the 5052 H32 bit it's a plus for making people go "..HUH..?!"
Lelouch Lamperouge is a prick.
Period. No matter what other people say. "
I'm gonna use you up and then throw you away like garbage, kufufufufufu..." Way to go, Lelouch... Great morals, this anime :P
Harakiri deserving moment:
I spelt "Mikael Blomqvist" as "Mikael Blomkvist". *sigh*

Misanthropy levels: