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Quete! pathological mood

I do not know or understand why so many discussions. The world will not change, it will not be even a little better, is destined to be shit, history is destined to be shit out of existence, to die. Life is the food of death, of nothingness, emptiness. The poor all I get is tears and the workers' struggle illusions, illusions and delusions brought me want to be dead disappointments. The system is sick, terminally ill, and do not speak of capitalism, imperialism, Kirchner, of postmodernism, no, I speak of mankind, the human species. Human beings do not let there be happiness in the world, not allowed before, does not allow it now and less is going to allow in the future. If there is war, will be the only bird flu is avian flu, global warming and other natural disasters, the world ends, we end. And what are the orgasm or the things we like? Lies, all lies. So fuck life, fuck the law, fuck the illegality. Life is pleasure and pleasure is pain. Life is pure pain and death is the end of pain. I welcome you to the cause of my death, I hope it is slow to realize that I'm dying and can thank whoever causes it. I feel it coming from my feet to my eyes, I want to savor and enjoy the death, total, that's what I do when I enjoy a vice embrace of death, I enjoy death, advance all deaths. End and shit with the happy ending, concessions and so much filth, fuck so many ideals, fuck naivety.

Welcome Search the world of the ephemeral, like the hairs of my head as my erections, and my health and my family, like smoke from my cigarette, like my life. Welcome to hell, welcome to my brain, welcome to my insecurities, my fears, my disappointments. Sean Welcome Search me.

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Vos

The truth is I do not know why I am writing this. At first, it is for you, but in reality, is to read it you feel like reading it. Not for anything special, or because in reality this is not for you, because yes, it's for you, but because this is me for you being together or not in the same place, but because lately I'm being to you forever. Lately I'm being for you everywhere, on sidewalks, in the dry leaves that make me think that we are in autumn, on the walls and shutters at the entrance to a house in a waiting room, music I hear, but, above all, the music I play. Am I to you because I walk and every step made in the world your name, because the first thing I look at when I look at is what reminds me of you, what you in a fruit in bite out you I give this fruit, fruit juice expand pleasantly through my mouth, for my palate, the fruit pieces that jump into my mouth, thus reducing more and more, every second less fruit and more than one thing, feeling fresh any fruit to be something new that is not fruit all over my body. Why not a kiss?, Many words wasted in what could be kisses ... So many good memories desaprobechada could be good memories.
Who steals the minutes, who steals our oxygen molecules, our sweat, who robs the mind of another, What's misunderstanding leads to the translation, the means of transport to the bar of beer at our home, the home we built to be just us, who leads us as we build what they built another, the isolation which means not being able to share our loneliness?. I need you after hearing a song, a cigarette every time I press a cigarette to fall off the ashes. I need you when I wake up, when I have hunger, when I wear my glasses, I need to drink you when my mouth is dry from smoking. Yesterday we were you and me and the world around us. When the pain seemed to pleasure and eyes, blind and dumb mouths, and deaf ears, my nose, breathed in the silence we were, only, you and me.
I want to take a second to always tell you where and you do not leave me. I want you to dive into the ocean of my words, in the twilight of my movements, in the eruption of my senses. I wake up and you're really want your body pressed against mine. I want your eternal perfume, I want it on my clothes, my hair, my body in my bed in my house. I want to live in the home we build with our bodies. I want your breathing in my ear, I want my breathing in your ear. I want your cold to go around my fire. I want your fears to kill them with my poison.
When one of the chords of my guitar sounds out of tune, when sleepless nights become vice nights when the sun is delayed to emerge one minute and laugh the ghosts and demons and terror embraces the cheeks of the more softly, when this happens, I'm looking for. You look at me look like a pillow when I wake from a dream, as I look to my fancy, like a hug appeared as if by magic. Do not know why I started writing this and I still do not know. It's a Saturday night, I'm just listening to music I always listen when I write a while ago I smoked the last cigarette, soon I guess I'll go ask my sister and I do not know why I'm writing this. I think perhaps that is another way to get you, wish you and touch you do not know, or yes, I look, I want you, I touch.

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To believe or not believe

Does God Exist Or is it just a figment of our imagination? Whatever the answer one thing is certain, is the best excuse he created the story to justify the greed and stupidity of man. Beyond the place, the weather or the time, every society that has existed or exists has created in his / s God / is in the image and likeness of their own cultural limitations. No matter how much science has advanced and the whole philosophy relating to the subject, millions and millions and millions (and perhaps more) of people believe in a higher power that governed their lives without even considering that this supposed force called God, Allah, Yahweh, Vishnu, Zeus, or Tom Cruise is just a response of limited brain (mine is also true) given the impossibility of knowing what the fuck we are, namely, nothing. The only answer I hear from the divine revelation fuestas (religions and cults) to this dilemma is that we must have faith. Faith in what? Why believe in something we can not prove? Why I can not question their existence? Insists only blindly believe, without hesitation, like a flock of sheep that follows the holy designate their pastor. What enhances this? Stupidity, who believes not reason, is not questioned, he sees the possibility of being wrong, just bows his head and obey. Let me be alone or are thousands of believers, history shows us one truth, there is no absolute truth, or at any rate, we can not reach it.

Every religion in its own way holds the unquestioned belief in a deity created the universe. If I believe in God "I can imagine a society even a little better? Difficult when the target is already written and everything happens for the mysterious will of the creator. After all who the fuck am I, this insignificant person, the vomiting of creation to even ask why things are shit they are, that is, because shit is so many wars, lies and loose bastards out there. Nothing changes, just keep the word of the Lord and you will gain eternal life. How about no eternal life? "I can earn it, too? Mmmmmm just have faith that everything will change (indeed, Palito Ortega deserves a cruel death.)

The problem is not primarily to believe in God or not but everything resigned to express this belief. Change our way of life based on a preconceived idea of \u200b\u200bGod that we impose. The issue of belief, thought should be specific to each individual based on their experiences (after all no one knows exactly what goes on in our heads more than us), is imposed by outside forces each person to adjust their ideas the mold that religions offer. In sum, we are promised heaven and all we have guaranteed is the misery in the underworld. Is
God? What is it? "has a beard? What is the meaning of life? What goes San Lorenzo on Sunday? Anyway, can anyone answer this? NO, we can not. Then it would recognize our total ignorance on the matter and give due priority to worldly matters. Accept that the concept of god is only a narcissistic response to the total ignorance of man to understand the world.
enough to be sheep, if only because shit we ask ourselves what we do and why others do what they do.
Revolution? Maybe.
Any change? At least.

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