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ingredients

well well well, i think we have here a classic case of … bullshit. Forget about the racional, or the fun side of life. It is a struggle, a permanent struggle between today and tomorrow, between doing it or delaying. Libraries versus the beach. What are the main components for equilibrium? Or the way?

» Posted By lyrics On 03.13.2017 @ 1:47 pm

fortress

(1*)fortress, what the hell does this even mean, i was hopping for some other kind of word something a bit less hermetic, like void or empty, just as this plain dead day i had out there, i mean, come on, give us peasants something good enough to think of, i cant shell hide in no more, this day job is twisting my mind, i´m dying waiting tables, how long more, how long more for do i, how long more, i holding my struggle tight here at my bay, here at my,(…*1)

» Posted By lyrics On 01.14.2017 @ 12:19 pm

crying

i got up this morning with this huge headache, i couldn’t stop thinking about my girl who flew away to the big city. So i had these words echoing in the poor head of mine. My baby left me, she run, she run, she drew dry my love, she flew away but i don,t care.

» Posted By lyrics On 12.03.2016 @ 1:00 am

suspenseful

zero, nada, niente, no hay banda, by the way that last expression belongs not to me, these days are lingering between the doing and being and the awful existence to support my own mortality defaults such as the two bottom stages of Maslow pyramid scheme. Hanging between these two conditions.

» Posted By lyrics On 11.29.2016 @ 7:12 am

loading

It had been a rough Sunday for them. Waking up to a harsh and urgent phone call, the head chef of the family had been involved in an accident. So it seemed at the time for the police investigator. Emotions on the roll, death had been busy among that family.

» Posted By lyrics On 11.20.2016 @ 2:06 pm

oil

our first walk.
Fresh rainy night under the Christmas lights.
i was happy but trying not to show to much. I was simply enjoying her presence.
I had her surprised by my chill and made no effort to go out of my way to please her.
By the time we came to the end of the road and waved goodbye i saw her scared eyes
wondering if that was going to be the last time we saw each other.
smooth and slippery

» Posted By lyrics On 11.19.2016 @ 4:32 pm

wealth

Shipments and pavements.
No time to lunch. he thought that by saving his own time in a container nothing outside that realm would go forward, what a waste of time

» Posted By lyrics On 11.17.2016 @ 5:23 am

proof

absence of the mind upon hitting the keyboard. he felt like the genius symptoms of the previous days were gone, today he was l’inspiration null, the living statement of an empty recipient

» Posted By lyrics On 11.04.2016 @ 5:48 am

i was starting to feel quite uncomfortable with all those clients that came when i feeling hungry. I felt like having a rest, just a slight inch of stretch. Man, that time between 9 and 10 pm. what i waited for it all day long. and then as i just barely placed my lower back on the wall for a dip dip break of small relieve, someone can in and i had to stand still and upright, leave my fucked up dinner and give all my attention and good manners to these free-time people. I fucking hate club sandwiches. fuck that whole world of perfect khaki, shining shoes, fuckhole minds who listen to crap deep shit music, who love to seat hours straight, endless countless days after days on the cafes, dam you, free-timers, dont you have anything better to do?… damm, and then, i fucking start to hate my self, for envying them, for the stillness of their oceans, for the easiness of their plain soups and excess of numbness, daam you be. And whole that made me wonder about me, its all about me, fuck, its fucking sad, this shit of looking just to your own feelings, so narrow minded, but im pushed at this condition, why do you make me question myself? IM A GOOD MAN! IM A GOOD MAN! IM A GOOD MAN! IM A GOOD MAN! IM A GOOD MAN! IM A GOOD MAN! IM A GOOD MAN! IM A GOOD MAN! … am i?

» Posted By lyrics On 11.03.2016 @ 3:32 pm

continued

[…]
-what kind of man am i? – he asked himself looking sideways to the mirror, he could not bear the sense of looking straight into that abyss he found inches away from his face, the reflecting endless eyes of his devolved by the reflecting questioning surface.
– What the fuck are you doing? Taking to yourself? he felt weird, having another simultaneous voice considering and observing his unleashed actions. Like there was another man on the background of his room, waiting for the chance to intervene spot on.

» Posted By lyrics On 11.03.2016 @ 8:44 am

, to add another entry. Unvanished feeling of wanting to write. To have the doors open wide for the marrow of oneself senses. Keeping a uncomfortable and vulnerable sense that you should keep on writing. Im in the zone. It not important if its well done just keep carrying it is pleasurable. Oh, i am lucky. Oh, the pleasure in writing. I am definitely lucky. Juices…

» Posted By lyrics On 11.03.2016 @ 4:20 am

…simple, i came this time for the second year in a row. He did not expected someone like me to be interested despite all the genuine effort i had input to this subject in the past. I am here, certainly, definitely for taking the best i can from it. To learn and humbly evolve, listening and considering what he has to offer. I am definitely here.

» Posted By lyrics On 11.03.2016 @ 3:50 am

cute

At the table, i was left standing, no place for another bugger. Lets face it, i was the son who never came home for Christmas, well this is true for the past 10 years. But no guilty feeling, i was there, standing, waiting for that look, that welcoming feeling, that warm embrace. It was not going to be a good day, hell, not even with all the once regarded as cute pictures of me as a child standing at the porch.

» Posted By lyrics On 10.30.2016 @ 12:47 pm

institute

Institute equality, balance and welcoming of the other as an extension of thyself and wonder whats got better, everything?

» Posted By lyrics On 10.24.2016 @ 8:25 am

iron

iron, a material among materials. this is my first entry and came to see, wisdom and experience walk together, as iron can be folded and strengthened, so experience and Knowledge can.

» Posted By lyrics On 10.21.2016 @ 9:38 am

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