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sábado, 29 de mayo de 2010

Electrodoméstico de tipo 'A'

A veces Para hablar con ciertas personas la mayoría de la gente, tengo que mutar, de alguna forma, para poder conversar. A veces me empeño demasiado en la mutación y al terminar la conversación no sé ni quien soy. Tengo que hacerlo, de otra forma no tendría nada que decir.
No vale la pena desgañitarse tanto por el vulgo. El objetivo está en la apatía de auto-conservación y no se alcanza adoptando papeles vulgares para mantener conversaciones triviales.
Es mejor no decir nada, entrar en el modo de ahorro de energía, como un electrodoméstico de tipo 'A'.

miércoles, 26 de mayo de 2010

Carl Ewart says:

Lately I've been getting fucked up a lot. That always tells me it's time to move on. Some people spend years in counselling trying to cope with being fucked up. I just move on. The fucked-upness always goes. The conventional wisdom is that you're running away, you should learn to cope with being fucked-up. I don't hold with that. Life is a dynamic rather than a static process, and when we don't change it kills us. It's not running away, it's moving on.
Yes. This has made me feel better. You can't beat self-justification. I'm not running away, I'm moving on.
Moving on.

Irvine Welsh, Glue

domingo, 23 de mayo de 2010

little decision

going out. totally pointless. won't find what you expected/were looking for. pointless. better try searching inside first. then make a decision. but this is a good choice already

domingo, 16 de mayo de 2010

it's all about having fun with your head
A veces, cuando me bajan las defensas mentales, me da por pensar que no tengo razón. Pero no tiene sentido.

domingo, 9 de mayo de 2010

Weeping



I want to make you happy just a little
I want to find you something which is certain
I found nothing lying, weeping, bleeding
You never saw me weeping on the floor

It's impossible to advise anybody
Be courageous, take it easy, just show trust
Be reasonable, be an old ghost weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor

My arm is torn open like a wound
My universe is coming from my mouth
I spent a year or two, listening to you
Discrediting myself for you
You didn't see me on the floor weeping
You didn't see me lying by the door
You didn't see me swallowing my tablets
You can't look inside my eyes no more

Weeping Weeping Weeping

We created cars to fight for space to be in
We created work to waste our time
We created love, so one can be the victim
We all need as a result, we all need love
But don't know what to do with it
What's the sense of a situation we can't fight
It's alright when you both want to fight
But when one of them doesn't want to fight
It's the end of love.

Just looking at first degree burns
I'm weeping (I can't sing a song like this)
Weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me lying on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
Alone on the floor

I'm basically nothing like this
We're all on the floor
I don't want to carry on
Except I can't even cease to exist

And that's the worst

miércoles, 5 de mayo de 2010

ñerf

Maldita sea, cada vez le encuentro más sentido a la vida de punk rocker de carretera. Antes solía pensar que era una vida estúpida y aburrida, en plan, que rollo solo funcionar en torno a la música y los conciertos y blabla, y que poco intelectual y original. A la mierda, es mucho mejor que todo lo demás. Al final, vas como pasando las cosas por un colador, y definitivamente ganas mucho mas viviendo en un mundo ambulante medio desconectado de la realidad como ese. Al final, por mucho que busques lo alternativo en el sistema siempre acabas en un puto escritorio trabajando con fechas de entrega, teniendo que inventarte chorradas y lidiando con gente atontada y pretenciosa y ni siquiera tienes una fuente de super energía espiritual como la música, joder.