I'm remembering my year of being a bum, of doing nothing more than being online listening radiohead all day long, staying up to insanely late hours. Back then I'd be up all night long going to bed at 6 am or so, sometimes after breakfast even, it wasn't all bad, time felt different I don't know... we were in another house too, I'd be on my boxers most of the day, wouldn't leave my room for days and mom would bring food to me in the room... I miss a little of that relaxing life, just a bit. I found a lot of great music that year or discovered it I dont know, like radiohead, john frusciante and others I can't live without now. somedays it'd rain, I remember a lot of rainy days, tonight its 1:30 am, I'm in boxers listening to radiohead and it rained today I guess thats why I remembered that time of my life.
I shared my room with a cousin for a period on that year wich I hated so much even tho I really liked my cousin and then he moved out and back in, but that time was different I didnt hate it at all, we used to get addicted to whatever song I'd put on 'cause I'd listen to it all day, there was this radiohead concert endlessly playing on my computer, the same happened to john frusciante albums, pearl jam's and so many others.
Some years you live, some places you live in have a different feeling in your memory than the rest...that house...that year...is doubtlessly, one of them
domingo, 22 de mayo de 2011
miércoles, 29 de septiembre de 2010
The Little Man Who Wasn't There
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.
viernes, 30 de julio de 2010
martes, 22 de junio de 2010
Felon
when your life is forever defined by a single action it changes time. It feels like a thousand years ago in my body but in my mind...it feels like it happened yesterday. You know that feeling when you come home and see your wife and kid? Try to imagine the unimaginable. When I came home and saw them lying there...exposed. Covered in blood. My little Maria's broken legs were spread so far apart...they dislocated her hips. She was 7 years old. I wanted those two...punks...to experience what I did. I wanted them to know the unimaginable, and I gave them that. I killed every member of their families. Their bloodline wiped clean. I took their madness. I purified it. Before I killed them, they knew that loss.
John Smith.
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