Sometimes.

You just need to say,

           FUCK IT!

BRB.

Marx.

Dear Karl,

Thank you for seing the world in a different way. Thank you for teaching us values, and believes which make us live in commitment with society, and apart from the brutal stupidity of capitalism. Thank you for giving us some hope.

In your world there are no big fishes which eat the smaller ones.

There's a community, we are all equals and envy does not corrupt our hearts. From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs.

I wish I could live there, but it seems, human beings can't be good. They can't act without any interest, they are avaricious and selfish. Maybe I should say WE.

And I'm very sorry to say, that your ideas haven't work.

Capital is reckless of the health or length of life of the laborer, unless under compulsion from society.

I hate this system.

REVOLUTION PLEASE.

Yours,

          Me.

BRB

We.

I miss you.

Because 13 years are more than enough, to know that I love you too much to let you go. I know you better than I know myself, and I hate that time changes the situation and I can not see you as much as I want to. 

When you cry I cry, when you laugh I laugh. Because you have tought me what real friendship is. You are real friends and I know I'll have you there, whenever I need you, and you know you'll have me here whenever you need me.

You are my family. My small family of 26. Some have came, some have gone, but all of you will be in my heart forever.

Please,please don't change. Please, please don't forget me. Please, please forgive me for my mistakes. Please, please don't go.

I need you.

I always needed time on my own, I never thought I'd need you there when I cry.
And the days feel like years when I'm alone.
When you walk away I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now?
When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok.
I miss you

BRB.



Some people believe in God, I believe in music.

Some people pray, I turn up the radio.

-Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la ,si, do-

 Give me a nice Rock vinyl record, and euphoria will invade my body. Life without you wouldn't be life.

        

Sounds, notes, cords, put some soundtrack to it. Now be beutiful, dirty, rich, stupid, bitch and, why not...noisy

BRB.

Want to kill my Valentine?

My present for Saint Valentine, is a F*ck you :)

I've never like this day, in fact I hate it... maybe it is because I haven't found my real love yet.

I don't know if love exists, but if it does it must be a shit. 

For what I know, loving hurts, so why does everyone want to get hurt?

I hate this masochist society.

But I'm kind of bipolar so, even dough I'm kind of reluctant towards this feelings, it would be great for me to fall in love... maybe I could change my mind ...

Dear Valentine, 

            see you in Paris.

BRB.

ROLL

What's life? ...and then is when I state the typical methaphore: Life is a road.

I don't think this is true, life's not a road, it's a highway. There are so many paths and ways to chose to go to, it wouldn't be fair if I compared that to a insignificant street.

Your life changes with every decision you make, weather you turn right or left, things will be different one from the other...

And it's sad to say, but as every highway, life has it's END.

So don't be silly, have fun during the way, be happy and enjoy every moment of your journey, because that is why we are on this Earth. To use our time to do whatever it makes us feel complete and alive.

Do it, and do it quickly. This highway is too short. 

BRB.

DRUGS.

Because sometimes we need a pause, a break. A puff of tranquility. A sigh of relief. Some peace, some serenity. Relax and don't think. Let your mind go blank.

Smoke some weed, drink some wine. Leave aside all your troubles and move to the rhythm of your heartbeat, from side to side, gently, slowly ...

Now you're ready for the serious.
BRB.

Muffin Woman.

We spend the first twelve months of our children's lives teaching them to walk and talk and the next twelve telling them to sit down and shut up. 

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy? 

BRB.