The double day
Today I passed a rare thing. I come from Moragón of life, at about 5:45 am, and I I slept. So far so normal, the problem is that I had to get up at 7:00, and therefore doubted that he might recuperate pa that time. Still I slept like a saint (or a rather bloody) and the thing was not bad at all, except for the feeling to go narcoleptic sleeping in the queues to pay, in traffic jams on the job ... the question is that when I woke up I decided to say a normal life. Shower, toast, coffee, toothpaste, etc. After lunch, at about two o'clock, narcolepsy has started to become a real nuisance, so I decided to go to bed that I pass the blind, or whatever.
And here is where it really gets strange. I woke up at about 5, with an impressive cake. I know I woke up at 5 because I now look at the clock. Before I did not know, in fact I did not remember what he had done in the morning. I behaved as if those hours between 7:00 and 14:00 any, dedicated to a deep, pleasant sleep, instead of being out there doing things.
So to the amazement of my family, I repeated the operation. Shower, coffee, toothpaste. Has been the failure to see the clothes of gigs that the bubble has broken and has made me realize, in amazement, what was happening.
And why I tell all this bullshit? I post that, I was cool chest, one of my favorite things to em like the day is up in the morning with energy, and today I've done it twice. n_n nice.
And now comes, such bullshit xD.
1. When you added me to your list of friends?
2. Why did you?
3. What type of posts you prefer to read?
4. About what you'd like to write and yet I have not done?
5. Do you think we'd be friends in "real life"?
6. How often you read my journal?
7. What we have in common?
8. Are you going to put this in your journal so you can answer?
Monday, August 1, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Is There An Alternative To Gpsphone?
Insecurity ... Festimad
I am no longer here. All you will see me on the spot by the same things, following the usual routine. Even one can see me in a positive way currando minimum to the maximum to be on a spree, taking a mean of 4 weekly drunkenness, lay as early at 4 am, and in general what is often called "enjoying life ". That's all very well, but the problem is, as I said, I'm not here, and if I'm not here, I can hardly enjoy the pleasures I receive from my current lifestyle.
I live here, but mimente anymore. I made a mistake a while ago, and I'm paying. A mistake, or maybe several. What is clear is that I should never think ahead. But I could not help it. Then came the complex to be small, very small, and live in a big world and incomprehensible, and think that it might be possible not to get to know ever. Another big mistake. Then came the feeling of loneliness. He now lives here with me. The feeling, loneliness has always been evident. And then another big tangle of feelings Engativa basically, they have moved my mind to another place ...
Some days I wake up in a slum in uan big city, I have nothing I am nothing, but something that moves me like a robot ...
Other'm in a very quiet, no problems, no worries, no memory ...
Others, however, I'm in a world so cold, like a hell of asphalt, but Parai I feel like looking at the person who brought me up there ...
Overall, I think that everything that happens to me lies in something very simple. All my life I have known with more or less sure what is going to be my next step. Now, simply is not gonna be me and also my expectations are coming down gradually, either by one side is the other. I feel kind of like waiting, but having the feeling that he should do something for me, but at the same time, without knowing exactly why.
The major conclusion is that. I see here, but I'm in all these strange places, as anyone trying to rappel a strange fortune-teller in my mind decode my future here at a time. I feel lonely, insecure and a bit disappointed. In all, I'll have to fight again. I hope to gain sufficient strength.
I am no longer here. All you will see me on the spot by the same things, following the usual routine. Even one can see me in a positive way currando minimum to the maximum to be on a spree, taking a mean of 4 weekly drunkenness, lay as early at 4 am, and in general what is often called "enjoying life ". That's all very well, but the problem is, as I said, I'm not here, and if I'm not here, I can hardly enjoy the pleasures I receive from my current lifestyle.
I live here, but mimente anymore. I made a mistake a while ago, and I'm paying. A mistake, or maybe several. What is clear is that I should never think ahead. But I could not help it. Then came the complex to be small, very small, and live in a big world and incomprehensible, and think that it might be possible not to get to know ever. Another big mistake. Then came the feeling of loneliness. He now lives here with me. The feeling, loneliness has always been evident. And then another big tangle of feelings Engativa basically, they have moved my mind to another place ...
Some days I wake up in a slum in uan big city, I have nothing I am nothing, but something that moves me like a robot ...
Other'm in a very quiet, no problems, no worries, no memory ...
Others, however, I'm in a world so cold, like a hell of asphalt, but Parai I feel like looking at the person who brought me up there ...
Overall, I think that everything that happens to me lies in something very simple. All my life I have known with more or less sure what is going to be my next step. Now, simply is not gonna be me and also my expectations are coming down gradually, either by one side is the other. I feel kind of like waiting, but having the feeling that he should do something for me, but at the same time, without knowing exactly why.
The major conclusion is that. I see here, but I'm in all these strange places, as anyone trying to rappel a strange fortune-teller in my mind decode my future here at a time. I feel lonely, insecure and a bit disappointed. In all, I'll have to fight again. I hope to gain sufficient strength.
Thursday, June 2, 2005
How To Audition For Disneyland?
loneliness, or history as running crazy xD
Well, no words to describe it. I needed a few days to reorganize the intricate puzzle that has become my mind because so many parties and so much drugs, dammit. But do not worry I'm back alive;). I will tell
and a plan review to be faithful to reality and let people see that I start the frame or urban legends ... that could ... ¬ _ ¬
Thursday: Quillo slowly!
After a rough passage through the park with the maletón in tow, arrived at the bus. The most granna and flowers of the elite alternative-emo-grunchi Málaga metalera there waiting for us. But the best is yet to come. Nothing else up to our bus, we realized that something is wrong. The people around us ahabla rare, it is understood, is not he catches ... until we see clear when listening to this great line ... Quill SLOWLY !!!". Juas, what a bunch of Zumbao the Llanitos who had invaded the third bus for the face and we were rodeaos of a rock to weird talking in Spanglish, many seriously strong.
After a long trip (and was long over green eh? We arrived at 2 there) we got to the park ... the Cantueña industrial. No grass. No sign of urban life for miles. Go shit. But it was night, we were elated have arrived, and there was this clique, that my awesome people who are coughing sevilla pussy monsters
^ _ ^ Well that, mount the store (no space, we thought, bunch of fools ... ¬ ¬) and rais there to mount. Fiestaso night, with the second contact trip personajazos, pomegranate those people addicted to speed, he has discovered the English cinema through the films of heifer xD.
After a little more lag in stores until six in the morning and sleep. John do you know who is the tenth? xDDDDD after that, they really do not sleep nearly na, to cool ^ ^.
Friday:
Nosfer
Nosfer. Abrebiatura of nosferatu. It is said of the character fronted which I apparently looked upon awakening that sunny morning. To say that there has been less traumatic than that births out of the store, off her coat and sleeping bag before you die asphyxiated. Well. It was daylight. Separba me an hour of ... "Night? above. Uan only time, god. Walk to the fence. Piss. Walk to lkos taps. A little water for breakfast. (I never knew the meaning of hunger throughout the Festimad) Back to the shops. There I waited a table hardly forget. A smiling alexis admiring my exploits so far (I called the guy Nosfer cabron xD), and that Paquillo and that isaac (or was it French? Blackout. There are many in the story, sorry) by becoming two separate joints. Post in Rome, do as the Romans. I attached the stone (my good friend the philosopher's stone, of course) and I got there. Wonderful. All morning smoking piece. Fantastico. Chest laugh. When these people were raised in fuenlabrada tourism. How beautiful fuenlabrada. So burn xD. Go to site more ugly and more away from it all, I shit on God. Free buses to get there a Despiporre pa, passed when they came out of turnips and finally, I that, fuck you to the organization, the next time Festimad the coast, which is more beautiful. After provisioning, and to receive the illustrious characters migue, Yerai and angel (the latter had gone to Madriles tourism, which made him ilu) will throw pa concerts.
Polvaredas. Many. Great music. Plenty of water. Long lag. Very hot. And there freaking out with Grupassa who marched on Friday, first with the dillinger scape plan, alli came over his face, I put in the front row and I just touch the singer, on the face, the hives molo me a lot, and Turbonegro were well well, although alexis xD em eat the ball. Honestly, after that can not quite remember what we did. I think we went to the shops. Anyway, that's for sure. We went to the shops. They discussed the portability of red, in the end it was not possible, and when the night began to fall ...
When touched manson Salyer and I was like a little bit risque xD, and furthermore it was my awesome consierto! is not his style flipe k me, but where there is quality there is. After Manson and directly to rush, the guy has a big voice and to show my awesome ride, but saw only half, not half-time, if not in space. Why is so high people? Why he had so much? thereafter. end of the concert on Friday, dispersion, tents, em, a gap. FIESTA. in the pits until 8 am dancing almost completely desencajao, incredible feeling, these things scared of how well you spend, and then rave party out of the venue, in the countryside seeing amenece, OuuuOOOuuu ...
Saturday: Debacle in every way.
slept little and the morning, I woke up at one with the worst feeling of all. Fever. Had fever, a shit. Even so I recovered, I went and lived a very early morning fun, buying ice and the rock pa snuff, smoking and drinking and then to death in the shops before throwing pa concerts.
Once there, a gap stoner. Mondo generator, brother, fu man chu ... stage and the roof started to fly. I came the heart sink. Consiertos were cut, and people began to protest. High fever. The dust did not help. Total slump. I would like to say that I stayed until 3 am, I saw incubus, system, a prodigy with the dawn, I experienced the destruction and such, but rather what it all heard from the store from my feverish hallucinations.
And finally, the morning following xD terrible faces, waiting for buses, realize the whole gap pa malaga lived and rest. Incredible, I repeat delighted. ^ _ ^
Well, no words to describe it. I needed a few days to reorganize the intricate puzzle that has become my mind because so many parties and so much drugs, dammit. But do not worry I'm back alive;). I will tell
and a plan review to be faithful to reality and let people see that I start the frame or urban legends ... that could ... ¬ _ ¬
Thursday: Quillo slowly!
After a rough passage through the park with the maletón in tow, arrived at the bus. The most granna and flowers of the elite alternative-emo-grunchi Málaga metalera there waiting for us. But the best is yet to come. Nothing else up to our bus, we realized that something is wrong. The people around us ahabla rare, it is understood, is not he catches ... until we see clear when listening to this great line ... Quill SLOWLY !!!". Juas, what a bunch of Zumbao the Llanitos who had invaded the third bus for the face and we were rodeaos of a rock to weird talking in Spanglish, many seriously strong.
After a long trip (and was long over green eh? We arrived at 2 there) we got to the park ... the Cantueña industrial. No grass. No sign of urban life for miles. Go shit. But it was night, we were elated have arrived, and there was this clique, that my awesome people who are coughing sevilla pussy monsters
^ _ ^ Well that, mount the store (no space, we thought, bunch of fools ... ¬ ¬) and rais there to mount. Fiestaso night, with the second contact trip personajazos, pomegranate those people addicted to speed, he has discovered the English cinema through the films of heifer xD.
After a little more lag in stores until six in the morning and sleep. John do you know who is the tenth? xDDDDD after that, they really do not sleep nearly na, to cool ^ ^.
Friday:
Nosfer
Nosfer. Abrebiatura of nosferatu. It is said of the character fronted which I apparently looked upon awakening that sunny morning. To say that there has been less traumatic than that births out of the store, off her coat and sleeping bag before you die asphyxiated. Well. It was daylight. Separba me an hour of ... "Night? above. Uan only time, god. Walk to the fence. Piss. Walk to lkos taps. A little water for breakfast. (I never knew the meaning of hunger throughout the Festimad) Back to the shops. There I waited a table hardly forget. A smiling alexis admiring my exploits so far (I called the guy Nosfer cabron xD), and that Paquillo and that isaac (or was it French? Blackout. There are many in the story, sorry) by becoming two separate joints. Post in Rome, do as the Romans. I attached the stone (my good friend the philosopher's stone, of course) and I got there. Wonderful. All morning smoking piece. Fantastico. Chest laugh. When these people were raised in fuenlabrada tourism. How beautiful fuenlabrada. So burn xD. Go to site more ugly and more away from it all, I shit on God. Free buses to get there a Despiporre pa, passed when they came out of turnips and finally, I that, fuck you to the organization, the next time Festimad the coast, which is more beautiful. After provisioning, and to receive the illustrious characters migue, Yerai and angel (the latter had gone to Madriles tourism, which made him ilu) will throw pa concerts.
Polvaredas. Many. Great music. Plenty of water. Long lag. Very hot. And there freaking out with Grupassa who marched on Friday, first with the dillinger scape plan, alli came over his face, I put in the front row and I just touch the singer, on the face, the hives molo me a lot, and Turbonegro were well well, although alexis xD em eat the ball. Honestly, after that can not quite remember what we did. I think we went to the shops. Anyway, that's for sure. We went to the shops. They discussed the portability of red, in the end it was not possible, and when the night began to fall ...
When touched manson Salyer and I was like a little bit risque xD, and furthermore it was my awesome consierto! is not his style flipe k me, but where there is quality there is. After Manson and directly to rush, the guy has a big voice and to show my awesome ride, but saw only half, not half-time, if not in space. Why is so high people? Why he had so much? thereafter. end of the concert on Friday, dispersion, tents, em, a gap. FIESTA. in the pits until 8 am dancing almost completely desencajao, incredible feeling, these things scared of how well you spend, and then rave party out of the venue, in the countryside seeing amenece, OuuuOOOuuu ...
Saturday: Debacle in every way.
slept little and the morning, I woke up at one with the worst feeling of all. Fever. Had fever, a shit. Even so I recovered, I went and lived a very early morning fun, buying ice and the rock pa snuff, smoking and drinking and then to death in the shops before throwing pa concerts.
Once there, a gap stoner. Mondo generator, brother, fu man chu ... stage and the roof started to fly. I came the heart sink. Consiertos were cut, and people began to protest. High fever. The dust did not help. Total slump. I would like to say that I stayed until 3 am, I saw incubus, system, a prodigy with the dawn, I experienced the destruction and such, but rather what it all heard from the store from my feverish hallucinations.
And finally, the morning following xD terrible faces, waiting for buses, realize the whole gap pa malaga lived and rest. Incredible, I repeat delighted. ^ _ ^
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Cakes In The Shape Of A Piano
Festimad
Ieah!
uns missing only hours to go pa hyper-mega-European-tour-de-fieston-der-kins na xDDDDDDD
And more, k I to Japi, who had wanted to breast ia offset awhile, and disconnect around a bit, which showed the vamo felis Lia vieo! n_n
for the rest to cool, I just demparanoiar pesh'm thinking that casting the pa curriculum which puts people here who ask for work on site pa san der líyournal ^ ^
fransiscou
is k seriously, I have been going to the job there for those steep streets with a dodge challenger there in order to jierro xDDDDD Zumbao toy. Po
why when you Conatra vuerva
Ieah!
uns missing only hours to go pa hyper-mega-European-tour-de-fieston-der-kins na xDDDDDDD
And more, k I to Japi, who had wanted to breast ia offset awhile, and disconnect around a bit, which showed the vamo felis Lia vieo! n_n
for the rest to cool, I just demparanoiar pesh'm thinking that casting the pa curriculum which puts people here who ask for work on site pa san der líyournal ^ ^
fransiscou
is k seriously, I have been going to the job there for those steep streets with a dodge challenger there in order to jierro xDDDDD Zumbao toy. Po
why when you Conatra vuerva
Monday, May 16, 2005
Monday, May 9, 2005
Wireless Aerial Transmitter
sadman @ 2005-05-09T11: 13:00
Day bored at the gigs. The growing hatred and the mozilla javascript. Thinking. Thinking too xD. Thinking
Festimad, for example. Oh God (deep sigh). Or thinking
phones. (Yes, I know, I am a frivolous and a consumer. What are we to do.)
to reflect on the origin of the dust clouds that form around the keys on the keyboard when it's black. What filth.
and things like that, in general banalities ("banality was with" b "or" v "Answer: RAE). No, I'm so bored nuy, fully expecting, hoping that the time fly, but not anything concrete, but rather for everything in general, do not feel like that, running away and screaming tween and such, the maximum tension , violent sensation, and like I'm choking. Do not you know. Some of the
paginillas I look here: Vandal
Fotolog alexis. Omitting comments (including mine), photos and such is pretty good. Google
He knows everything and sees everything. He is the light that illuminates the path of the misguided. xD
Yonkis frikadas
Day bored at the gigs. The growing hatred and the mozilla javascript. Thinking. Thinking too xD. Thinking
Festimad, for example. Oh God (deep sigh). Or thinking
phones. (Yes, I know, I am a frivolous and a consumer. What are we to do.)
to reflect on the origin of the dust clouds that form around the keys on the keyboard when it's black. What filth.
and things like that, in general banalities ("banality was with" b "or" v "Answer: RAE). No, I'm so bored nuy, fully expecting, hoping that the time fly, but not anything concrete, but rather for everything in general, do not feel like that, running away and screaming tween and such, the maximum tension , violent sensation, and like I'm choking. Do not you know. Some of the
paginillas I look here: Vandal
Fotolog alexis. Omitting comments (including mine), photos and such is pretty good. Google
He knows everything and sees everything. He is the light that illuminates the path of the misguided. xD
Yonkis frikadas
Tuesday, May 3, 2005
Difference Between Concept Cars And Normal Cars
sadman @ 2005-05-03T12: 22:00
everyday feel like writing. Many. Little to tell. I keep in front of the screen, imagining kind of strange and unknown to me my mobile phone will be traveling. Fully
feeling annoyed by the void left by his loss, I should have taken more like a liberation.
I am disappointed that I chose, I chose a lot, and several have been a chain of elements or materials, so brief, constantly exposed to loss and wear, you take them irrational affection .. .
A portfolio.
A mobile phone.
A Casio digital watch.
few keys, tied to one or more keychains.
world objects that do not say nothing, do nothing, you know you're not them, but yet you can not avoid it, are part of you, you are part of them. They change and disappear, yeah. Just like people.
stupidly
And you feel sad when you discover that you forgot the portfolio, that portfolio that you bought at the flea market that day you were with that person, the same portfolio in which guards the entrance to this or that concert or that she had kept as a souvenir a subway ticket in any town, and at the end of the day you just feel worse with each memory, that do not know if you'll find it again, and that's when you remember all those messages that "you ordered" special, not a number, put aside the material and such ... and now, I feel sad because you lost the identity card and a pair of papers. Why? it is clear.
has gone out there for your life. It hurts or not, the only thing really unique in you is your ID number. You are special precisely because it is not, your greatness is to belong to this set totally imperfect and tangled feelings we call humanity.
You are your own. No big fuss. Love and feel regardless of whether it is material, human or animal. And both joy and sadness is not something that we direct to our liking, Magic is like a pendulum that suddenly begins to rotate around the least expected.
so I have no desire to write. I keep thinking about the phone. I want it back.
everyday feel like writing. Many. Little to tell. I keep in front of the screen, imagining kind of strange and unknown to me my mobile phone will be traveling. Fully
feeling annoyed by the void left by his loss, I should have taken more like a liberation.
I am disappointed that I chose, I chose a lot, and several have been a chain of elements or materials, so brief, constantly exposed to loss and wear, you take them irrational affection .. .
A portfolio.
A mobile phone.
A Casio digital watch.
few keys, tied to one or more keychains.
world objects that do not say nothing, do nothing, you know you're not them, but yet you can not avoid it, are part of you, you are part of them. They change and disappear, yeah. Just like people.
stupidly
And you feel sad when you discover that you forgot the portfolio, that portfolio that you bought at the flea market that day you were with that person, the same portfolio in which guards the entrance to this or that concert or that she had kept as a souvenir a subway ticket in any town, and at the end of the day you just feel worse with each memory, that do not know if you'll find it again, and that's when you remember all those messages that "you ordered" special, not a number, put aside the material and such ... and now, I feel sad because you lost the identity card and a pair of papers. Why? it is clear.
has gone out there for your life. It hurts or not, the only thing really unique in you is your ID number. You are special precisely because it is not, your greatness is to belong to this set totally imperfect and tangled feelings we call humanity.
You are your own. No big fuss. Love and feel regardless of whether it is material, human or animal. And both joy and sadness is not something that we direct to our liking, Magic is like a pendulum that suddenly begins to rotate around the least expected.
so I have no desire to write. I keep thinking about the phone. I want it back.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Is There An Alternitive To Gpsphone?
Jilipolleces xD
ONE: Choose 10 groups / musicians.
TWO: Write them and see who hits what is your favorite song by each of these bands.
THREE: Once someone has chosen one by editing the post and put the song on the list.
System of a Down: Joan Manuel Serrat
n_n:
O'Funkillo:
Heroes of Silence: The road of excess ( Nazca )
Tool: Parabola ( Nazca )
A perfect circle:
QOTSA:
Kyuss:
Smashing pumpkins: Today ( Nazca )
Andres calamaro: Come
few quean already! ^ _ ^
ONE: Choose 10 groups / musicians.
TWO: Write them and see who hits what is your favorite song by each of these bands.
THREE: Once someone has chosen one by editing the post and put the song on the list.
System of a Down: Joan Manuel Serrat
n_n:
O'Funkillo:
Heroes of Silence: The road of excess ( Nazca )
Tool: Parabola ( Nazca )
A perfect circle:
QOTSA:
Kyuss:
Smashing pumpkins: Today ( Nazca )
Andres calamaro: Come
few quean already! ^ _ ^
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
How Do You Beat Counterfeit Island
De photolability varied and emotional buses
All right, gentlemen. I know this is not the story in a journal, now, that is more useless to send an SMS to 5505 by carrier pigeon, but a day now at the time of this writing, no one connected, and I want the record somewhere in the anxiety (restlessness by AgBio understanding, whether angel, I have the burden xD), well the burden that comes over me.
missing 44d 8h 30m 14s just to start the Festimad, and still do not know how we go. Well, if you know but it is clear that we are gay fags (xXx) and we feel overwhelmed.
I, personally, since I have a Photolability same to me and hang out with emos xDDDDD. That
. In reality this was just an excuse to put that I have a photoblog without scaring too the public ...
although I think I have not gotten
All right, gentlemen. I know this is not the story in a journal, now, that is more useless to send an SMS to 5505 by carrier pigeon, but a day now at the time of this writing, no one connected, and I want the record somewhere in the anxiety (restlessness by AgBio understanding, whether angel, I have the burden xD), well the burden that comes over me.
missing 44d 8h 30m 14s just to start the Festimad, and still do not know how we go. Well, if you know but it is clear that we are gay fags (xXx) and we feel overwhelmed.
I, personally, since I have a Photolability same to me and hang out with emos xDDDDD. That
. In reality this was just an excuse to put that I have a photoblog without scaring too the public ...
although I think I have not gotten
Wednesday, April 6, 2005
#12 On Alabama Helmet
A word from outside the hole
u_u I see the light in the form of TFT monitor 17 ", through large windows illuminating the room in which we live by permission of the servers. A few days ago but still remember the times the hole as something far away. In fact I miss it. But aki's "light" is not this bad. PHP is docile and kind, and finally I have the feeling of learning something, to be creating, at last. .. ^ ^.
u_u I see the light in the form of TFT monitor 17 ", through large windows illuminating the room in which we live by permission of the servers. A few days ago but still remember the times the hole as something far away. In fact I miss it. But aki's "light" is not this bad. PHP is docile and kind, and finally I have the feeling of learning something, to be creating, at last. .. ^ ^.
Saturday, April 2, 2005
Epson Programmed To Die
It is the all-jilipollas know copying the posts xD
let me 5 questions you want and I'll answer NO matter
how personal, dirty, private, or random they are, I'll try to answer them honestly. In return, you will have to post this message in your own LJ and answer questions you have been made.
So, as anyone here does not write, I am not afraid to ask me xD
let me 5 questions you want and I'll answer NO matter
how personal, dirty, private, or random they are, I'll try to answer them honestly. In return, you will have to post this message in your own LJ and answer questions you have been made.
So, as anyone here does not write, I am not afraid to ask me xD
Alabama Number 12 On Helmet
Morning Magic
Today I woke up thinking, as usual. I think it's the best thing I could do in the morning, which pays more. The mechanical work could be left to later, but the clarity that gives the light of a rising sun is unique throughout the day.
One of those thoughts has settled in my mind, in fact, more than a thought, an idea, a conclusion, a series of thoughts into something twinned rather more solid. The basis of beliefs, feelings ...
This I speak of relates to something that surrounds us, we have assumed and apparently has ceased to surprise: Magic.
live in a society too empirical turn their backs on this concept, and always looking for explanations just delving into the dark corners of nature, constantly convincing that nothing is casual, nothing is magic, and everything around us is physical and is under control ...
I am not saying that does not come and be true that we believe we are not so extraordinary, that everything happens for a reason, but ... That is the question: if I want to improve the world, if you just want to find a response is not better understand the birth of a being is pure magic, instead of releasing the classic gynecologic retail? Would not it be better to call the magic power or magic power, from whom no less magical light uan? Do not have certain drugs or foods, instead of trying to "neurotransmitters", calling them magical substances that change us, open up new perspectives in this world?
I see much more beautiful, much easier to understand, and a more humble attitude before this great universe we live ELQ ue, and it seems that we intend to dominate or destroy.
Today I woke up thinking, as usual. I think it's the best thing I could do in the morning, which pays more. The mechanical work could be left to later, but the clarity that gives the light of a rising sun is unique throughout the day.
One of those thoughts has settled in my mind, in fact, more than a thought, an idea, a conclusion, a series of thoughts into something twinned rather more solid. The basis of beliefs, feelings ...
This I speak of relates to something that surrounds us, we have assumed and apparently has ceased to surprise: Magic.
live in a society too empirical turn their backs on this concept, and always looking for explanations just delving into the dark corners of nature, constantly convincing that nothing is casual, nothing is magic, and everything around us is physical and is under control ...
I am not saying that does not come and be true that we believe we are not so extraordinary, that everything happens for a reason, but ... That is the question: if I want to improve the world, if you just want to find a response is not better understand the birth of a being is pure magic, instead of releasing the classic gynecologic retail? Would not it be better to call the magic power or magic power, from whom no less magical light uan? Do not have certain drugs or foods, instead of trying to "neurotransmitters", calling them magical substances that change us, open up new perspectives in this world?
I see much more beautiful, much easier to understand, and a more humble attitude before this great universe we live ELQ ue, and it seems that we intend to dominate or destroy.
Monday, March 7, 2005
Gothic Wedding Calgary
I just drink coffee and I'm enjoying the "rush" of caffeine while the subwoofer shake the table subdued rhythms molotov pro. I'm looking at the mail, and echo intermittent glances at the clock, can not wait for the appointed time to do something.
Now I'll go out of my house and I'll get into the hole, but not for long. And also today I have a lot to do, I think today will yield to the influence of its walls, monitors, his eyes haggard. I'm going now. speakers continue to resonate stronger now, caught up with tool. I think I slept too much today. I feel great. I remember that I have to do something else. I posed a very active day. Cool ^ _ ^. Strange
Wednesday, March 2, 2005
Purdue Cruising Spots
make so cold at this time. Not remember ever having spent so cold ...
now write same from the Aula 42 (I like it, eh angel?, xD), also known as the hole. Sorry I did not have any photos, but not anything that would serve you only saw. To know what is the classroom, the hole, you have to live, not to see. From here I have done many things, and I have not done a lot more.
From my computer, I'll regret not being able to use more in a few months, I see almost the entire class. I'm in a quiet corner in which I am not bothered by unwelcome visitors or by disgruntled teachers, and from which I can do stuff like this. Now click, click and rhythm blends into the hole, delivered disguised task.
But it is here where you never click. Here is where I think. And I think much more of what I do. We hope one day to balance, do what I think and never do things that I thought. Or maybe you are doing it without thinking? well, never mind.
missing a quarter of an hour to go home, where you may continue typing. Or maybe not. Recently, the options seem to me vague, I think I'm too accommodating a. .. do not know. But the question is that every time I feel less irritable, which I love, but at the same tienpo more indifferent, more cold, less motivation in what I do.
to see when it ceases to be cold. I think all the blame lies with the cold. Here you can not make so cold, not good.
A note: Made a lot less feel the wind when running on the bike. No I thought that I'd miss it would be his most annoying feature ...
not know what else to write. Or maybe it's k I have afraid to write more, and start to wander too much on issues that I have already more than chewed. The feeling of loneliness is ridiculous seizing my sporadically, but I keep at bay with all the strength that allows me to hope.
That's the advantage. I have no fear of who might read this. No one is more or less important to me. Or maybe if
. It is something that I have friends. Thank goodness. No, seriously, what happens is that now I have cold. That
want to go out and the hole ...
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