Temporal

Not so long I wrote to a person, -dreams tends to predict moments of our recent present or future-

Suppose.To.Be

This are suppose to be my very happy years of life, they arent.

Its supposed that she cares about me, she actually ignore me.

I suppose there shouldnt be any problems, there are and many of them absurd as she is.

Its suppose that I should be happy, Im not.

Its suppose that I should keep the hopes, I despair I untrust

Its suppose I should get along, Im a loser Im an Island

Its suppose to be perfect as it is to the others, It is not

She's suppose to explain, she shut.

I was suppose to born, I didnt

Its suppose to go faster than light, It burns slow

Its suppose to be amusing, its pitiful.

Im suppose to be free, Im in a cage

Im suppose to be normal, I dont get it yet

Its suppose to be enjoyable, it is harmful

Abstractism

Theres a few thing you should think about.

I noticed that there are an amount of things that surround everything in our little world inside our incomprehensible universe.

Our Human World its characterized by being:

Extremely Surrealist

Absurd

Double Standard

and the most incredible thing is, people seems to have been absorbed by this, starting to ignore and live the rhythm of absurdity.

Sometimes I feel trapped, sometimes I wish I could be part of a nice movie, suddenly movies seem to have more sense than real life, books seems to have more sense than real life.

I still dont get a thing, I still do not feel identified with people, very few, I still dislike my race, but at the same time I enjoy being a spectator an alone spectator of this surreal and absurd human world I truly hate in some twisted way.

It is not an argument about me against the world I dont give a fuck.

Somehow I enjoy Somehow I dislike and It make me sick the fact of feeling and seeing every single day the very single thing being repeated, World have become an odd place, absurd and surrealist but it have get to the point that every single part of the human behavior its so predictable that annoys and makes the world a bored place to be in, every place you go, you will find the same characters the same scenario the same behaviors dressed in different imagery.

I know that my problem its that I think too much but in someway its my problem, and people could thing I am different I am odd, but It is exactly the thing I expect it is predictable.

And By the way, Im not the only crazy thinker around, unfortunately I couldnt scape either to being absorbed by this world.

I mean I already said that we cannot scape to standards, theres no different people believe that every single person its different its the biggest bullshit we all have the same shit of other and vice-versa, maybe the true is that, theres different groups of people but not different individuals, this days we are too globalized for that.

Whisper.Hello

Summers gone and with it a considerable waste of many thing.

Fantasy

I seem Im not going to give up with my obsession with time, but, time its still moving faster and faster, I cant even breathe.

But the weird fact here, is that it seems we are the only species that is aware of time, absurd, we shouldnt.

Raw.Meat

There is something I hate, and even knowing you people do not care, I got to write it down, I get inspired all the time, great speeches cross my mind I like that about me, the problem is, those great inspiration moments happens to me in the most awkward situations, for example I get truly inspire just moments before I fall asleep, or while Im taking a hot shower, or even while Im far from my computer alone in the balcony contemplating the view, I get inspired every time I am far from my computer or notebooks, and by the time I try to retain the idea until I find a place to write it, ironically It lost every single touch of magic, I mean, I feel that it doesnt feel the same as I was thinking moments before, I hate that, You know.

By the way, this has been the first post I expose myself a little too much I guess.

But nobody truly reads this, or maybe they do, and Im making bad propaganda out of my brand new blog.

And just to put an end to this pointless post, Today again I sadly realize that time its the furious enemy along with the people.

By that I dont mean you to misread me, but even if you do, wouldnt have any considerable importance to me.

Pounding.Neat

Do should I feel obligated to write in this desolated place most of the days?

Of course not, I just do it to distract myself and to avoid suicide due to the boredom I experience in my cage.

By the way, tonight I got this great Idea, I want to become an illusion, so then I can actually play with the people.

But now I feel anothe obligation, to end up with this senseless and stupid post I just wrote as the time was boring me.

Magical.Numbers

Hey Boy what's the matter with you?-girl asks

I exist and I am human- I answer

It is getting surreal here, more than that..It is getting annoying..from every single angle..

Dream you another time until the point I bleed my brain out

Of course I want to, but you are too way too absurd

Are you feeling ok? girl asks again

No, Im still breathing human air- I answer

Talk to me- Girl Implore

You never talk back- I said

Touch yourself, maybe you will find true love

Imagine you alone as you really are

Nonsense its everywhere, but you just ignore it

I will obligate you to kiss me- Girl declare

That's your problem..- I respond

Are you sure?- Girl asks

Not of you- I answer

nonsense.motion

Now I can understand or at least I can realize about how absurdity totally works.. watch and listen you will get it..it is everywhere you can actually feel it in your flesh, seeping through your body, reaching your nerves making you think about stupidity and how because the absurdity of somebody, you get infected, and you feel the strange and obligated necessity of responding the same way..

Why do we expect and imagine things but we become absorbed by the need of being absurd?

Why we have to resort to silence at the point it becomes annoying?

Absurdity we all are filled with this magical feature,ones more than other, thats for sure..

Tonight I felt the irksome of absurdity in one of his infinite forms..and Im still feeling it..and it is starting to pissing me off

Thunder

Are we afraid of what? are we expecting something or are we thinking about expecting something?

I know havent written a solid text but no ones reads anyways..

Tonight I feel nothing

lie.cut.lie

should one build hopes up or no? should one trust people ones always trust? should one act against destiny or along with it?

should one expect something to happend or should one make things actually happen?

I work the nerv?

but how to put everything on practice?

if real live it is not even close as we imagine! 

Again.Kiss

Havent you realize that all my post are almost the same length?

And that flux post it is just an example of how my mind is working how Im really thinking..for be more specific  that post it's just a window to show you how you could find yourself inside my brain while Im thoughtful..with some nonsense but you got to get the concept even if the idea and the way I develop it, is pretty disorganize..get inside you will be surprise

Flux

10h15 pm..My mind its just about to explode and kill me..now Im inspired almost enough to write my mind..carefully of course..

It's a night of music and lyrics that seem to talk about the day you had..its kinda creepy..I have too much in mind actually have been like 3-4 days Im being so freaking thoughtful that it seems almost that it could kill me anytime..tonight I realize that Im missing something..or maybe someone..already..

However I should no write about personal stuff I promised I think..

again today Time is still the enemy...today I felt trapped..and Im still feel...and music, music its a great way to confuse you more and to inspire you in such a confusing way..you can even organize your mind..but changing the subject..as a curious fact..in less than 4 days there's been a numerous airplane accidents,it creeps out a little bit..

But that is not the main point of all this unread post..the main point its the despair one feels as the time goes by..and that carpe diem idea, it is just not there to help you, even if written everywhere,but nobody thinks about the good bad or non consequence of this idea.. I just hate the idea of carpe diem..I wish it could be the time I wanted the unlimited tieme I want sometimes..carpe diem does not help you..today you could smile but tomorrow you would cry all the smile of the day before dont you think? It is how life works and it sucks sometimes..Unfortunately we have to get use to that and have the nerv of the carpe diem

Political.Enterprise.Of.Dreams

Even if the title seems to introduce a possible interesting argument to read..a nice critic of our world..It wont..It's just a Title like the name of a song that beyond of an attractive title has an entirely different form and shape..I just feel like writing... there's not to much to do here..Im just wasting my time rather than to make the most of it useful!..

It is only 8h48 right now, and it feels like 3 am..It is pretty dark and quite outside.. and I just wrote something that I thought took me hours instead of a few long minutes.. 

I've been thinking about writing about more personal and specifics facts related to my present live, but I really think its lame...many people do that..

I could talk about my vision or even about politics subject that I totally like..But too many people do so and Im frankly tired of so many speeches about how the world could be a better place..We know HOW..we should do and not to tell just everybody desperately..

Im just writing randomly.

System.Out

It's been a while since my last post..even if Im not known to anybody..Im not read by anybody...Im just an alone, bored, ignored blogger..who write just to put his stress down..

I know I've been writing about personal stuff nobody reads but nobody would read even if I write about anything else dont you think?

Im back from my long journey in NYC..I wish I could stayed forever though..

Now Im back..here in my disgusting city wishing time and luck to be with me during my dream to get out of this filthy place and no longer return..

But of course those are just goals and dreams I strongly aspire..but the road its too dificult and sometimes I feel like I could not realize anything I dream for..

I feel like Im too alone in my way..Im too pessimistic..Im always been..

maybe Im just heavily discouraged about the fact that I've been growing in a place lead by a crazy and hateful president who with the help of a few privileged robbers and criminals eagers of money to try to beauty their disgusting and hog faces, have been taking away so many possibility to success within young people who desire to prepare themselves to fight the future, we now have to pursuit this desire of success  outside of our motherland or surrounded by the idea of believe in what our great leader and his very closest and thirsty money followers and of course the enormous mass of ignorant and as well hateful people who is totally drunk by this surreal charisma full of obvious lies our leader have, Idea to can at least give you the chance of having a unsuccessful job to live the way our political elite would desire..

Toxins..

Hey..not much introduction today...

Time, it's really moving so fast so damn fast,TIME its the cause of my sickness time its the cause of my stress and my anxiety..HATE time hate destiny hate having to think that good things doesnt really last the time we want to...time doesnt care about me about you..he just goes by..and he make us old and ill..not feeling to write much after all now Im running out of time..

Neurocancer.In.My.Veins

Hello Again inexistence people..here I am one more time to write down some thought ans stuff..

I didnt write anything yesterday but as I saw nobody care about...

I think I descover the root of all sickness I've been through this days..I think its anxiety dont know...

I dont feel like to blog today but I should do it...just to release myself a little bit...one week left to travel..Actually I should be happy but Im not...Im really really sad..and that's probably the cause of all my imaginary or real disease...I've never felt this way its an ugly feeling..but I do not take control of my mind and heart and body soo I'd vaguely  can diagnose myself...but stop with this gloomy aspect of my present life..

Right now even if not important Im listening to Sopor Aeternus one of the few bands which I really like..her music makes me feel less miserable and sick dont know...

Its kind of odd but you people havent noticed that when your down with moral avoiding the physical illness, even if you listen to happy or dark music they both styles actually will make one's cry?

Im feeling as I were Out of myself wandering with my mind and incapable to return to reality..Hard to explain..I feel like I am but Am actually not...

And now I forgot what I was suppose to say...hate when that happens...

Anyways today is not my inspiration day so..I maybe will drop something later on today or tomorrow..

Good Bye..

Neurococaine

Hey Hey Hey Invisible bloggers..here am I one more time to write and to not be read by anyone..

Today Im feeling a way better though but Im still kind of paranoid maybe because the fact Im traveling the next week who knows..

Today I dont have any much to write..I just found that I have one single mysterious reader that makes me kinda happy..

Actually Im kind of feeling like today its a good day maybe Im dying or something really bad its about to happen..Think that I really need a sunbath or go to the beach or something eat more vegetables and fruit and less meat and bread and candy..

Wish I could be right now a dog or any other animal..rather than feeling sick..

Changing the subject yesterday I had this weird dream about me working on Time Magazine..being a famous columnist earning tons of money and becoming appreciate by fake people who was afraid of me and my critics and stuff..kinda cool..someday that will become true! anyways it was just a dream...the real destiny of my life is to die of hunger( I know I have already repeated this shit) (yeah I use a political incorrect word..maybe I will trow up my intestines like a South Park's episode)

I know this text doesnt have enough sense but read my other post and you will find the reason why..

Well fortunately for your annoyed souls I ran out of material and for now I will stop writing..maybe later I will write some other stuff..bye folks

Nausea.Colapse

Hello my invisible friends..another day has just began and so my hypochondria..Im starting to think that that's the cause of all my ill or imaginary ill who knows..anyway..I dont have too much to say right now..besides all those incredibles facts that happens everytime in the world everyday..I only care about one specific situation which involves everyone..global warming but instead of make drama out of this problem and trying to be an activist..I decide to act my own way to face the problem..and live and eco-life..trying not to be a sick consumer and trying to avoid all those things useless in our life that just pollute our world..like accept those useless plastic bag to carry a bottle of water for example..but all this crap you already known..theres already millions of blog considering global warming and social problems or nonsense dreams like peace and crap..Im against war but boy stop it with those shit about world peace and happy world c'mon even in disney movies theres no peace arround..I think we are too absurds to asimilate the fact that or only goal in our lives is to care about ourselves and not to care about what Britney Spears said or not..stop triviality focus on simplicity...man born to be peaceful because man wants to enjoy not to be tormented by some smelly people who doesnt love themselves..you shouldnt even read this crap..you should just eat crap make love and nothing else..anyway I think I got some inspiration and too much passion..who cares this is the internet maybe I will ruin my future life because some bored people will find that I say something political incorrect and dude I will be burn alive in the future..thats why people hate people dude..till later..

Cut.Cut

Well well well...as I said..Im posting again today..today havent been my day I havent felt so good..I've been knd of sick this week..dont know exactly what I've got..I just hope to recover myself quickly..Hate to being this way..with nausea and stuff..

Anyway..I was thinking about making some publicity to my blog..so far nobody has commented on it and Im actually start to feel like Im writing a private diary or something alike..feeling like a shipwrecked man talking to internet...I think that warn the world of the existence of this new blog could make the difference..or I can trust in the Internet the Almighty to drag some people here and then trust in those people who can actually make publicity of my blog..but who I want to deceive..Im just trying to be optimistic in my first week of blogger then I cant start to believe that my blog really sucks and deserve to go to the dump with other  thousands of crappy blogs..again comments are good welcomed and I suggest you to read my other entries could be interesting..

Probably I will write down later..maybe talking about some interesting facts of our lonely lives..to later my invisible friends

Absurd.Mind

Soo..this is my second day posting here..I admitted that my first post was a little too crappy..but I dont care about it..my point on doing this its to evolve I mean to keep an ambiguous subject..to follow a non specific line of objectivity or subjectivity..just to puke, so you are invited to puke your minds too...comment are welcomes..

To your surprise Im still bored its kind of pathological thing though..but ironically you can always get something out of boredom..for example I learned english by myself on the internet and watching T.V...something spontaneous..I dont like that stupid thing of going to classes and interact with people an being kind of fake with them..having a forced smile in my face pretending that Im enjoying the lesson dictated by some fat and sweaty teacher(no offense).

I should try to write less..I know you people get bored of reading too much crap(at less that you are really annoyed of live)..and that you like videos and porn and pictures and stuff.

Actually my thing is to write...gradually I will post some video or picture or who knows what..

Well I dont have anything else to say but the fact that I will probably will post again in the next couples of hours(yeah I want to reach my goal of getting obsessed blogging and die of hunger)

I know my humor is pretty crappy but I dont pretend you to laugh..

Goodbye You.. 

Puke.Me

Well..So this is my first blog..I just got bored and I decided to create this blog to entertain myself a little..the point of all this is to just write down anything that comes to my mind..to puke it..

Everyone love internet..many have make money out the internet(I really want to know how to make money on the internet,it would be just great)many of you have bought useless things on the internet and so have sell useless things..but getting into it..I create the blog to speak out..maybe it will be shitty or glorious who knows theres a lot of blogger who enjoy their cybernetic fame and make money or die of hunger cause they only post and nothing else..anyway..I dont have anymore to say..maybe later I will post again(Im considering blogging as a bad job which can cause death in a moment of extrem boredom)