I Wanna Make It with Chu

"You wanna know if I know why?
I can't say that I do,
I don't understand the evil eye,
Or how one becomes two.
And I just can't recall what started it all,
Or how to begin in the end,
I ain't here to break it,
Just see how far it will bend,
Again and again,

I wanna make it,
I wanna make it wit chu,
Anytime, anywhere,
I wanna make it,
I wanna make it wit chu,

Sometimes the same is different,
but mostly it's the same
these mysteries of life, that just ain't my thing
if I told you that I knew about the sun and the moon,
I'd be untrue,
The only thing I know for sure
Is what I wanna do,
anytime, anywhere and I say

I wanna make it, (again and again)
I wanna make it wit chu,
Anytime, anywhere,
I wanna make it, (again and again)
I wanna make it wit chu,
I wanna make it, (anytime, anywhere)
I wanna make it wit chu,
I wanna make it,
I wanna make it wit chu.

I wanna make it, (again and again)
I wanna make it wit chu,
I wanna make it, (anytime, anywhere)
I wanna make it wit chu,
I wanna make it, (again and again)
I wanna make it wit chu,
I wanna make it, (again and again and again and again and again..)"

Dedicated to... Well no one, I think. For now.

Rain

Perception

Woke up, and suddenly, there was light. Now I see why this place reeks... It looks like an open air dump, there's garbage and human shit everywhere. Yes, there are also other persons in here... But... How should I put this? They all must be blind and deaf... Emotionless too... Everyone walks around without looking at each others, sometimes going at each others but it's like going against a wall, they just try contour and follow with their lifes... I have to be carefull in here... If they were all having sex, this would be my idea of carnival bizarre gone worng... Everyone is naked, walking around their own filth... Shit, I think I'm going to throw up just for watching all of them falling, crawling and walking on their own shit.

Lost track of time. Hours? Weeks? Months? Years? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm traped in here... For how long? Don't even know if I want to know that... I think it would just leave me in a way more depressive and numb state... Look at me already, I'm already talking to myself... I am alone, I stink, the few times in which I can sleep are just a sign of nightmares... The only two people who could help me, I threated them like shit and don't know where to find them... This is getting out of hand...

26th july, 2010. 07h01 p.m.

Fuck! I hate your "perfect" little world... 'T'was built on not so perfect huge lies... Everyone seems happy, but they're all alone... They don't even trust themselves anymore, they're reasons to live are bleak and easily refuted by themselves...

Everyone has stopped looking for something higher than them, they only care about they're huge egos and ways of making them even bigger... No, no my friends, I'm not talking about searching for God or some other divine "existences". I'm talking about cooperation, trying to fix this shitty society. Trying to implant some values, for god's sake! But no, instead of that we value mediocraty and kissing ass... But just because you say you don't polute, you thing your a role model... Just because you gave money to some ass who only thinks about is next dose, you think your a good person... Let me tell you something new, you're not!

You want me to respect you? No, that ain't gonna happen until you say "FUCK YOU!" to your "perfect" little world, and start creating something that you can really be proud of. Something real and honest... But I know that ain't going to happen, lost my faith in real miracles a long time ago...

26/07/2010, 07h17 p.m.

Blurred

Quick Thought

Words are like daggers. I'm learning how to kill.

First day

A principio é simples, anda-se sózinho
passa-se nas ruas bem devagarinho
está-se bem no silêncio e no borborinho
bebe-se as certezas num copo de vinho
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida

Pouco a pouco o passo faz-se vagabundo
dá-se a volta ao medo, dá-se a volta ao mundo
diz-se do passado, que está moribundo
bebe-se o alento num copo sem fundo
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida

E é então que amigos nos oferecem leito
entra-se cansado e sai-se refeito
luta-se por tudo o que se leva a peito
bebe-se, come-se e alguém nos diz: bom proveito
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida

Depois vêm cansaços e o corpo fraqueja
olha-se para dentro e já pouco sobeja
pede-se o descanso, por curto que seja
apagam-se dúvidas num mar de cerveja
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida

Enfim duma escolha faz-se um desafio
enfrenta-se a vida de fio a pavio
navega-se sem mar, sem vela ou navio
bebe-se a coragem até dum copo vazio
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida

E entretanto o tempo fez cinza da brasa
e outra maré cheia virá da maré vazia
nasce um novo dia e no braço outra asa
brinda-se aos amores com o vinho da casa
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida.

Rorschach's Journal, October 12th, 1985

Taken from "Watchmen" written by Alan Moore and illustrated by Dave Gibbons

Ah! Perfect evening plan!

Second day of vacations. All is cool, went work out this afternoon. Fuck! I'm really out of shape, felt like I had been shot in a lung. But I behaved well today, so fuck it! I deserve it ahah.



Now, should I stay in front of the computer, or should I go to the living room play gta? Tough choice...

Somewhere in Scotland

I'll kiss the person who tells me where this is!

Drunk with... Well, DUH!

Hmmmm, well... One maths exam, one bottle of cheap Ports Wine, two coffees and five cigarretes later, I'm drunk, on vacations and finally care free! Fuck off all of you who I don't really care about and don't really want on my life!!!! Just... Fuck... The... Fuck... Off...

True

Another Derek Hess prints. This guy is The Man

Truth

- What is the truth? What is Real? Why the fuck do I have the need of trying to know and understand something that probably will only break me? Why do I keep making the same mistakes over and over again?
- Stand still, it's almost over...

Thinking about what should be nothing

It's at the nightime I feel more alone... It's at the nightime I'm left alone with all of my thoughts, beliefs and memories. What hurts I end up making it hurt me more. What feels good, I tend to forget it.

It's useless to say to any person in this situation "you have to cheer up, man!", just plain useless. When we're left alone, we need to see by ourselves 'till when and 'till what we can survive.

When time to break comes, I'll break it, and break it twice so just that I don't have to pass by some shit again!

What the??? Why is she smoking???

This is going to hurt!

All I Wanna Do Is to Love Everyone

Bad Omen

- I think I'm starting to understand how this works... You're like a sign of shit to come, right?
- You can see things that way.

Black Cloud

'Cause sometimes this is just how you feel...

Note: Drawing by Derek Hess

Have a cigar

Fighting like an animal

Vengeance is love

Will write a review once I have my ideas in order.

Cycles

When certain things aren't right in your life for a large period of time, you start noticing that certain types of events occur on a somewhat cyclic way.

Coyote & Road Runner

After reading all the Coyote Rules at T's blog, I had to make a quick visit to my childhood. Looney Toons will always rule!