will put all his will of destruction in every strike with his weapon, while a coward uses a gun to show an illusory sense of superiority.
I hate letting people down. My sword has missed many times in this case and I still refuse to use a gun.

happy there’s music to soothe..

why is it that a man in a shirt with no personal essence is seen better than a man in a t-shirt? you all know the answer to that.. it’s in your social formation as a human.. and sadly it’s not based on the right values..
I would like to live long enough to see people acting normal when someone will be wandering naked everywhere..
or better yet, I would like to be that man..

I must learn to give up on giving up.. but it’s not my fault I get bored very fast..

I am my own prisoner. fortunately I manage to escape sometimes, but my subconsciousness manages to put together a smart trap and I find myself in my cell very fast.. and lately those traps are smarter and smarter.. so I must become better.. soon it will happen.. I can feel it.. food is god in this prison, though.. I manage to support myself.. it’s diverse, but not nurturing enough.. so I find myself weak sometimes..
but that’s enough about me.. how about you?
you know I love you, right? apparently I love everyone for dropping by.. I know I manage to make you think about other things than immediate meaningless problems, like what to wear or some Hollywood couple’s break-up..
now, I beg you, use the tools all mighty google gives you, and search house music (Hed Kandi, MAW, Defected, Funknutt etc.) and discover things yourselves.

how hard is it to see the colours in the sounds surrounding us? just associate them with the feelings they stir in you.. -so then, what colour is the sound made by a man hitting the ground at 160 km/h ? -fuck you.
-or the colour of tears dropping on pillows? or how about the buzzing of the flies in the poor african children’s eyes? fat, corrupt politicians laughing? or the sound of failure? -what? -you know, when your heart brakes.. -your heart brakes if you fail at not giving up.. have you heard that yet? -I’m asking the questions here.
-are you? who are you anyway? -your sentimental wind rose..