This post serves two functions.
#1 to remind the reader of the awesomeness of Madrugada
#2 to state that my creativity is dried up at the moment.
Well duh.
Some (well 2 of the 4 people reading this^^) may remember that I had a separate blog for stuff written in german. For no other reason than me being to lazy to delete the other I’ll return to this. So when you are reading this blog, please check http://blutscherbenregen.wordpress.com/ for my german exploits. Thanks.
hm.. found this while sorting through files. Its a transcript of a moemnt during highschool (2006?) when I was young (ha) and feeling philosophical.
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I think there are a lot of things we hate
I think there are a lot of things we hate. As our lives go on we sort of keep am list where we add all the nagging things we loathe, despise, dislike and hate. And when we die the list is either alarmingly long or terribly short.
This means you are either misanthropic or an idiot. This is foolish to write since it would mean that hate is a good thing. It isn’t. Love and beauty, calmness and thought are good things, but hate isn’t. The trouble is that it comes so easy to us.
And the more things and people you see, from a safe distance, the more you hate. So it’s vitally important to get near them and take a good look. You may still hate them then, but at least you know precisely why. Specific hate is way better then generalized loathing.
And then I ask myself – what’s the point?
That’s something I ask myself frequently and it explains a lot of my anguish since it’s obvious to anyone sane that no matter how intelligent I am, it’s impossible to figure out. Never mind. It’s something which will keep me busy until we die. If we die, that is. I try to think that we don’t. This is probably insane too, which proves I’m on the right side, eh?
Sanity is either boring or terribly depressing. Once you start to think sane you may as well slit your wrists.
(23+35)
you know you are wrong
as you turn around and walk
into the faint light of dawn
transpart ’til the touch
reminds you that it’s real
the mess behind you
but now it’s behind you
and fading away you smile.
anyone here without a trail
of glass behind the eyes
salty and only recently
ceased to be a liquid?
we talk to bricks
we stick in fences
rattle at the bars
but it all comes down to us
and the silence
we can’t break.
During the last years I’ve discovered three universal and blabla definitive truths:
1.) religion is like fanta
2.) love is like the communist world revolution
3.) martial arts are like shopping at IKEA
I hope you were enlightened as well.
To these kind people.
so you say
only the best for us
is what you wish
so you say
you know the feeling
been young once too
so you say
you really care
so why is all you do
making barriers
giving pain
enforcing distance
two more years
and then we’ll be free.
