Wake up and face me
Don't play dead 'cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way
Passive - A Perfect Circle
quinta-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2010
quarta-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2010
Tecido do Tempo.
Black Elk
Enquanto estive lá, voltei com mais do que pedi. Concentrei e aprendi. Dei e cedi todas as minhas defesas. E aconteceu mesmo o que quis. Voltei diferente, por umas semanas, até mesmo paralisado com o tudo o que é sagrado que senti. Mas agora sim, não preciso de óculos.
"And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being."
"E enquanto eu estive lá, vi mais do que eu posso dizer e eu entendi mais do que eu vi, porque eu estava a ver de uma maneira sagrada das formas de todas as coisas do espírito, e a forma de todas as formas como eles devem viver juntos como um ser ".
Black Elk
Mars Volta - Metatron
Maybe I'll breakdown
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent innoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown
Lately I might
Unconnect the fascination
And I just want to touch
This is a list
They're my demands
Forget the question
Come on bring
Your nervous hands
You read it in my letter,
''Patience worth is dead''
Suffocate the inkwell
I am legion said the pen
Her seraph snout
And cruciform limp
I blame the shrouding
Of a lesser man
My sigil contraptions
They work with
No crutches
Don't show me
The hinges
I am absent
She came to me
When she was
Pouring out of drool
Under sedation
Under vulgar multitudes
If you stay and try
To fix what you did
The sheets were wet from
All those messages
A million petitions
Her lock with no key
You forfeit the right to be believed
Full implant
Shapeless as a jewel
And I am stranded by eternal solitude
The vault that I call home
It falls beneath your palms
Before I crawl my out she calls
When you're standing
Right outside my window
Water thirsting
You're standing
Right outside my window
When will I drown
I'll never get a distance shot
Heard vessper pure
I never want to see your face
Until the word is made flesh
You'd better ask Metatron
Those flowers that withered away
In the pages of your book
For one day
They won't block your route
In the dead plot
You dream in
Ten go away
Ten born of pray
Ten go away
Folding wormholes
My time is riding
In the alphabet
My time is
Writing on the wall
Debase by your sentence
I fell in the trap
What door slid behind me
I can't see it anymore
When she sleeps as a witness
Got no better hands
Tied a single stutter
Do you speak my dialect
Accidents will happen
Keep your earnings to yourself
One sip under the table
Until it moves all by itself
Eye of Fatima
I've kept all your dreams
In a waking isolation
Of indictment
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent innoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown
Lately I might
Unconnect the fascination
And I just want to touch
This is a list
They're my demands
Forget the question
Come on bring
Your nervous hands
You read it in my letter,
''Patience worth is dead''
Suffocate the inkwell
I am legion said the pen
Her seraph snout
And cruciform limp
I blame the shrouding
Of a lesser man
My sigil contraptions
They work with
No crutches
Don't show me
The hinges
I am absent
She came to me
When she was
Pouring out of drool
Under sedation
Under vulgar multitudes
If you stay and try
To fix what you did
The sheets were wet from
All those messages
A million petitions
Her lock with no key
You forfeit the right to be believed
Full implant
Shapeless as a jewel
And I am stranded by eternal solitude
The vault that I call home
It falls beneath your palms
Before I crawl my out she calls
When you're standing
Right outside my window
Water thirsting
You're standing
Right outside my window
When will I drown
I'll never get a distance shot
Heard vessper pure
I never want to see your face
Until the word is made flesh
You'd better ask Metatron
Those flowers that withered away
In the pages of your book
For one day
They won't block your route
In the dead plot
You dream in
Ten go away
Ten born of pray
Ten go away
Folding wormholes
My time is riding
In the alphabet
My time is
Writing on the wall
Debase by your sentence
I fell in the trap
What door slid behind me
I can't see it anymore
When she sleeps as a witness
Got no better hands
Tied a single stutter
Do you speak my dialect
Accidents will happen
Keep your earnings to yourself
One sip under the table
Until it moves all by itself
Eye of Fatima
I've kept all your dreams
In a waking isolation
Of indictment
terça-feira, 28 de dezembro de 2010
Ponto morto.
Tou farto de cabeças frias presas a trinta cadeados.
Tou farto de hipocrisias, rodeadas de falsidade que chega ao ponto da insanidade.
Tou farto de falta de amor, honestidade e compaixão.
Tou farto da pressão, como amante da vida, que vocês me dão.
Tou farto de ser julgado, sem ser conhecido, e nem sequer abraçado.
Tou farto da sociedade que nos corrupta a todos.
Tou farto de estar tão farto de me fartar assim.
(...)
Por isso respiro fundo, dou outro mergulho.
Dou-me por mim no fundo, mas sem a cabeça atrofiada.
Passo a Passo, estou eu numa caminhada.
Porque uma nova Porta apareceu na minha estrada.
Agora cabe, simplesmente a mim abri-la e seguir para o Desconhecido.
Tou farto de hipocrisias, rodeadas de falsidade que chega ao ponto da insanidade.
Tou farto de falta de amor, honestidade e compaixão.
Tou farto da pressão, como amante da vida, que vocês me dão.
Tou farto de ser julgado, sem ser conhecido, e nem sequer abraçado.
Tou farto da sociedade que nos corrupta a todos.
Tou farto de estar tão farto de me fartar assim.
(...)
Por isso respiro fundo, dou outro mergulho.
Dou-me por mim no fundo, mas sem a cabeça atrofiada.
Passo a Passo, estou eu numa caminhada.
Porque uma nova Porta apareceu na minha estrada.
Agora cabe, simplesmente a mim abri-la e seguir para o Desconhecido.
PAPEM essa MERDA.
A coisa deprimente e horrível é o facto da maioria da população, hoje em dia, confiarem em interesses inúteis como vestir roupas com nomes de marcas para que as pessoas gostem mais deles, e ouvirem música primitiva, inútil e sem talento cheias de letras sobre álcool, capitalismo e finalmente, sexo.
A person of good intelligence and of sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality - and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing - it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavoured dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street. — George Carlin
segunda-feira, 20 de dezembro de 2010
Dedicated to you! DUMBFUCKS.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Mom is going to fix it all soon,
Mom is coming round to put it back
the way it oughtta be...
Learn to swim.
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim.
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim.
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim.
Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any CHANGE, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Mom is going to fix it all soon,
Mom is coming round to put it back
the way it oughtta be...
Learn to swim.
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim.
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim.
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim.
Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any CHANGE, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.
By Tool - Ænima
quarta-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2010
segunda-feira, 13 de dezembro de 2010
Spirit Molecule
Sounds are softer or louder, harsher or gentler. We hear new rhythms
in the wind. Singing or mechanical sounds appear in a previously silent
environment.
The skin is more or less sensitive to touch. Our ability to taste and
smell becomes more or less acute.
Our emotions overflow or dry up. Anxiety or fear, pleasure or relaxation,
all feelings wax and wane, overpoweringly intense or frustratingly
absent. At the extremes lie terror or ecstasy. Two opposite feelings may
exist together at the same time. Emotional conflicts become more painful,
or a new emotional acceptance takes place. We have a new appreciation
of how others feel, or no longer care about them at all.
Our thinking processes speed up or slow down. Thoughts themselves
become confused or clearer. We notice the absence of thoughts, or it is
impossible to contain the flood of new ideas. Fresh insights about problems
come, or we become hopelessly stuck in a mental rut. The significance
of things takes on more importance than the things themselves. Time collapses:
in the blink of an eye, two hours pass. Or time expands: a minute
contains a never-ending march of sensations and ideas.
Our bodies are hot or cold, heavy or light; our limbs grow or shrink;
we move upward or downward through space. We feel the body no longer
exists, or that the mind and body have separated.
We feel more or less in control of our "selves." We experience others
influencing our minds or bodies—in ways that are beneficial or frightening.
The future is ours for the taking, or fate has determined everything
and there is no point in trying.
Rick Strassman, M.D.
domingo, 12 de dezembro de 2010
sábado, 11 de dezembro de 2010
sábado, 4 de dezembro de 2010
Por enquanto aqui estamos nós, NÃO tristes, não sozinhos, mas a ter o momento da nossa vida no meio da campanha deles (não-solitários). Nós somos aqueles que sabemos entreter-nos a nós próprios. Como aprender sem ter aulas. Como contemplar e como criar.
Anneli Rufus, Party of One: The Loner's Manifesto
To be religious means…to gather all your energy, to inquire into what is true and what is reality, to inquire into what is meditation, to inquire into why human beings live the way that we are living, to inquire into what is sorrow, to inquire into what is love, whether one can live without any effort and control all that is implied in that word. A religious life implies being a light to yourself, which means no outside authority. No spiritual authority, including me, the speaker.
J. Krishnamurt
quarta-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2010
FUCK YOU!
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
Things like....
"Fuck yourself, fuck yourself
you piece of shit why don't you just go kill yourself?!" I say
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can say what I want to,
even if.. I'M JUST KIDDING!
People tell me what to say,
what to think
and what to play. I say...
"Fuck yourself, fuck yourself
you piece of shit.
Why don't you just go kill yourself?" ...I say
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can say what I want to,
even if.. I'M JUST KIDDING!
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
Things like....
"Fuck yourself, fuck yourself
you piece of shit why don't you just go kill yourself?!" I say
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can say what I want to,
even if.. I'M JUST KIDDING!
People tell me what to say,
what to think
and what to play. I say...
"Fuck yourself, fuck yourself
you piece of shit.
Why don't you just go kill yourself?" ...I say
I can say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can say what I want to,
even if.. I'M JUST KIDDING!
"(Fuck you) Fuck yourself, fuck yourself,
you piece of shit."
WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF!"
People tell me what to say,
what to think
and what to play. I say...
People tell me what to say,
what to think
and what to play.
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