say it.

"The very act of human contact (a smile, a hug, a poke) is just so exhilarating. It's a miracle in the isolated worlds people live in. I don't want to waste it alone. I want to share it with whoever you are, probably waiting like I am, maybe crying like I am, pouring over books and just living as best you can. 

One day, perhaps, I'll see your face shining and your hair blowing from a force I'd swear allegiance to for the sake of friendship. Just to be with someone who is like a never-ending book, four-dimensional and beautiful for every flaw and trait.

Give and experience raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness."

dá a mão.

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said” all I want to do is hold your hand.”

eu não quero ser uma formiga.

Soap Opera Woman: Excuse me.

Wiley: Excuse me.
Soap Opera Woman: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?

Antigo, mas fácil um dos meus diálogos favoritos of all time.

o hino da tristeza.

there's an evil virus that's threatening mankind
it's not state of the art, it's a serious state of the mind
the muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite
a menace to society, a social disease
to brainwash the mind is a social disorder
the cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order
watching beginnings of social decay
gloating and sneering at life's disarray
eating away at your own self esteem
pouncing on every word that you might be saying
to attack someones mind is a social disorder
the constitution, the government, martial law order
superficially smiling a shake of the hand
as soon as your back is turned treason is planned
when every good thing's laid to rest
by the governments hate, by the constitution and their lies
and every time you think you're safe
and when you go to turn away
you know they're sharpening all their knives
all in your mind
all in your head
try to relate it
all in your mind
all in your head
try to escape it
without a conscience they destroy
and that's a thing that they enjoy
they're a sickness that's in all of our minds
they want to sink the ship and leave
the way they laugh at you and me
you know it happens all the time
but it only happens in your mind
the rats in the cellar you know who you are...
or do you?
watching beginnings of social decay...

a maior mentira.

I'm waiting for the train
Subway that only goes one way
The stupid thing that'll come to pull us apart
And make everybody late
You spent everything you had
Wanted everything to stop that bad
Now I'm a crashed credit card registered to Smith -
Not the name that you called me with
You turned white like a saint
I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint
Oh we're so very precious, you and I
And everything that you do makes me want to die
Oh I just told the biggest lie
I just told the biggest lie
The biggest lie

The Crunch

too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or
tears

haters
lovers

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don’t ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about
it.

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
thought of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say
no.


by Charles Bukowski

you go little penguin!

"I can relate to that penguin as well, I felt sad and happy for him at the same time, he'll see some cool stuff before his death the other penguins never will experience. You go little penguin, go on, for all of us!"

"I will lie in my grave dreaming of things I might have been."

- Then why are you here?
- I thought I needed a friend. I was wrong.

I will stand tall when the winter gets to us, if you stay with me.

killwhitneydead & hnk

I Already Have Enough Friends
Why Smile When I Am Carrying This Gun?
I Didn't Know 'I Love You' Came With A Knife In The Back
The Fine & Subtle Art Of Deception
Like You Didn't Hear Me The First Time
Love Is Like A Mouth Full Of Broken Glass
You Will Get Exactly What You Deserve (And Not One Bullet Less)
Forgiveness Isn't As Much Fun As Holding A Grudge
Broken Hearts Don't Hurt As Much As Broken Bones
Bitterness Is A Beautiful Thing
She Didn't Look Like She Had A Disease
Who Said Alcohol & Handguns Didn't Go Great Together?
It Ain't Gonna Suck Itself
Nothing Says 'Party' Like Her Head On A Stick
Save Your Sermsons For Sunday So I Can Sleep This Night Off
If I Told You I Loved You Would I Get It Faster?
I'm Heavy, But I Get The Blues Just Like Everyone Else
Put Your Mouth Where The Money Is
No Sense Doing It If You Don't Look Good
I'm Just One Girl, I Can't Fuck The Whole World
Your Funeral Wasn't So Sad After All
It's Been Said That I Have No Soul
Drinking Makes Me Smarter, I Think
Words Don't Last Forever, Your Wounds Will
Just When You Thought I Was Listening
Time To Teach Her A Lesson Called "Replaceable"
(Here's An Idea) How About More Of Me And Less Of You
Maybe Death Is A Gift?
If Only My Eyes Were Loaded
adeus àqueles que amo... e rumo ao deserto

I would set myself on fire for you
I don't imagine you and I anymore

find what you love and let it kill you

"Crianças acordam de pesadelos. Adultos acordam para eles."

"você estava no meu sonho. então não sei se estou sonhando ou acordado." (nana)

"I would rather spend my life close to the birds, than waste it wishing I had wings."

"se eu tivesse te conhecido antes, talvez minha vida tivesse sido diferente." (kaiba)

"They are all dead."

a fear that give men wings

hammock.

maybe they will sing for us tomorrow
city in the dust of my window
this kind of life keeps breaking your heart
we will say goodbye to everyone
raising your voice... trying to stop an echo
I can almost see you
losing you to you
floating away in every direction
disappear like the morning...
...like starlight into day
will you ever love yourself?
the air between us
stars in the rearview mirror

the destroyer of time (dgm).

estranho, eu sei. a frase fods da vez é o título do post. o destruidor do tempo... é o nome de um capítulo de um mangá que estou lendo chamado d-gray.man. agora, o quão interessante é essa expressão? sim, pois supostamente, é o tempo o destruidor de tudo. pelo menos fisicamente, sim, não? ou não só fisicamente? creio que sim. afinal, quando você morre, todos os sentimentos que você sentia somem. então, sim, o tempo de fato destrói tudo.

mas agora, algo que destrua o tempo? claro, é lógico que teria que ser algo surreal. uma idéia para livro, filme, quem sabe? e não propriamente destruir o tempo, mas 'somente' algo como, digamos, controlá-lo por um pouco. afinal, isso seria quebrar o ritmo das coisas e então pode-se considerar destruir o tempo.

destruir o tempo.. the destroyer of time.. que expressão interessante.