Tuesday, June 28, 2011

A tear of truth


However you look at it, it's always coming back to you. Whether it's just a memory of being sorry or simply a sip of the real world. You know you can't go back and make things right, because it's just the way thing work. Dreaming will eventually kill you, even if it's only that part of you which only tried to do something and take full responsability for it or that one true self that suffers from every single lie.

You won't know what hit you when things start to go wrong, because that part of reality is only for making you feel guilty and reminiscing about right or wrong.
The tear that falls on your cheek is that part of the truth that you hate the most, that holds a grudge on your lies, that you will eventually cover for. It's nothing but a way of being held responsible for something you have never thought will happen, for a small part of happiness. And what happens to that happine
ss in the end? It fades away, being knocked over by your overrated lies, full of unrelated stories, creating a road back to your old self and worse, making your life a living hell.

A tear is suppossed to be a simple way of showing your dissappointment or happiness, but under some uncreative ideas it has been proven that it's only the leftover of the truth you are trying to hide so hard. What will eventually happen? You will fall in a black hole, the Black Hole of lies, the sort of place that scares you more than Hell. It's that place where you are covered in your own lies, our only escape being the part where you're telling the truth.
Avoiding such nonsense as "telling the truth" the only good thing that could happen to you is death, mental death.
Eaten by your own fully made up fairytales, it won't take long till you'll end up with a blank face.
Don
't try to fa
ke yourself, don't try to prove yourself through lies, don't try to analize and compare lies cause you won't get a second chance if caught. You'd be dead by the end of the week.

So..be carefull and wash your teeth before going to sleep.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

“Hate”, you just can’t quit it

I hate it when everything stops going well. I hate it when everything goes wrong. But most of all, I hate it when I can’t smoke a cigar. I hate that in this shit world all the snow is like small pieces of shit: you get a 10, then that means you’ll just get a 4 next time; you smile and laugh, it just means someone is planning to piss you off; and what’s worse, you never think of these as bad things, because “it could be worse”.
Worse?! Worse my ass. There is no such thing as looking into the future seeing that tomorrow a car will run over you. There is no such thing as second thoughts, the first thought is just the stupidest idea you could come up with, and the second one? It’s the old saying “I’ve just peed and I have to go again”. It doesn’t mean it comes in a row, it’s just that you couldn’t finish the first time. So don’t think twice, just do it better or you’ll never stop peeing.
Whatever, shit still happens even if cops are around, even if friends are around, even if… And will always be the same.


A page full of hate won’t make me smile, it’ll just make me pee. Because I’ll laugh my ass off after the first shot.