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The Pierces - Lights On



Some people say that I want you for your money
But I really want you for your body
Pleased to meet you baby, I want to be your honey
So let's go tell your daddy & mommy

This won't get any easier now
That your heart is beating in my hand
And I've tried not to destroy you baby
Even though we both know I can
Ohh you know I can

Make love with the lights on baby
Tell me what you see
Clear the bed to lie on darlin'
Make a mess of me

Here's my dress to try on baby
Let me be your man
I will call you pretty darlin'
Tell me what I am

Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

Ca-Ca-Ca Can I have your number?
Can I have your baby?
Can we run away together?

I would walk on water
I would walk on fire
I would sell my soul to the devil

(...)

Don't Quit by Jill Wolf

Don't quit when

The tide is lowest,

For it's just about

To turn;

Don't quit over doubts

And questions,

For there's something

You may learn.

Don't quit when

The night is darkest,

For it's just a while

'til dawn;

Don't quit when you've

run the fastest,

For the race is almost won

Don't quit when

The hill is steepest,

For your goal

Is almost nigh;

Don't quit, for you're

Not a failure

Until you fail to try

I come here in search of advice because I met a girl…

Three days ago, for the first time, and today, for the second.

Now recent history, tells that I disappoint in the matter that this takes place. I failed once, and I'm failing again… so for one, that has learned not to do all the bastardly shit for himself on the first time, I search the fastest way to gather the most advices available.

Let me start from the beginning.

She's a daughter of a friend of my father, a work colleague, we met in the beach when both families introduced themselves to each other. And I came to learn that she is a second year going to the third med student in Lisbon, she's 20 years old, great smile, sweet, intelligent and funny to hang around with, not to mention she has body worthy of a muse.

Also that her father would be my teacher next year if I decided to go on studying, where I pretend to do so.

On the first day we (the whole families) ended up dinning together, after which the young adults (I, my sister and my middle brother, she and her brother) decided to go enjoy a bowling round, and set off to the bowling alley we did.

While we waited, I thanked the presence of the TV, so that I could take every couple of seconds my eyes from her lips, so soft and pretty… so that I would not be called a freak or a stocker, for every cheerful word of every great story, was like an enchantment to me. We've bowled and had some fun, and ended the night there living to meet their parents, "good bye" were the last words.

Three days paced and today we met again, but only for a slip second, because I'm unfortunately sick, so our meeting was breath and well not great at all, because I've learn that tomorrow morning they're living, to Mozambique. Making this the last time I saw her.

Or is it? Here is where you come up as advisers, What shall I do?

200 Euros worth of Baby

Thanks to our dearest prime minister, of Portugal, every baby borned starting the year 2010, will have a savings account with 200 Euros, on their name that they only be able to take advantage of at the age of eighteen.

How great is this? Two Hundred Euros given to the little angle, just because he was born, we must be in a rich country.

What? We aren't a rich country? Then we must have a strong economy and well structured Financials.

What? We have a deficit growing up to ten percent of Gross national product (for those who aren't accustomed to this numbers, that's like owing someone 25.550.000.000 dollars), and most of this deficit is due to the public debt. So where is he going to get the money to offer to this little angles?

Taxes.

Oh Shit! This means we – by we, I mean all that were born prior to 2010 – are going to pay, 200 Euros for every little bastard. This is going to be great… (S)

I hate when they announce things like social equality politics, because I just know when they say that, someone is putting their hand in my pocket.

As a future economist, I advise you to start asking your parents for a new brother or sister, or better yet, ask for twins (400 € + interests), or triplets (600 € + interests), quadruplets (800 € + interests)… With you're old enough to sustain yourself, than you can too start making them too.

But wait, this will only happened if this government wins the next election in October… Great then I'll do what I can to get them to lose the damn elections…

Oh! Wait! If they don't win, who will? So I'm fucked up either way? Shit!!! We're all fucked up then, better leave the country and go study abroad.

Until I can do such thing here is my advertise.

Great guy, near his twenties searches pretty rich girls to impregnate, in order to have something to gain from the new governmental social politics.

Contacts

Down in comment board of this post.

Cell-phone 96xxxxxxx,

Email: check the profile.

With all the care;

Lestat of Lioncourt

The healthy choice.

If you’re going to eat out and don’t know what. You’re considering going to a fast food restaurant, but you’ve heard they aren’t healthy so you dough if you should.
Well. I come to you, full of lobbies, but without advertising intended.

If you must choose a salad, everyone says that is the healthiest choice one can make, but if you’re in hunger, then I strongly suggest, McDonalds, Burger King, Burger Ranch… Whatever, it doesn’t matter, as long it is burger.

(Now is the part you stare at the computer for a few seconds, and think “this guy is going mad again, what the hell!!! Is he working for them now”.)

After a great deal of comparing, I with the help of my sister, discovered that a grilled hamburger, such a Big Mac, a Ranch Classic, a Whooper are far better to your health than a pizza made by Pizza hut, or a kebab sandwich.
~

If you dough my expertise, go check for yourself. A grilled burger has no fat in its cooking, neither does the salad they put in the sandwich to make it more greenly, the only thing that may do some damage is mayonnaise, but it is so little that it will be burnt down before you get back home.
SO if you have to choose next time… pick the salad, it is better for you.
Lestat of Lioncourt

I mean, why not?

Times are Changing

Come gather around people wherever you home, and hear bob when he says that the times are changing.

Please don't walk out on us as we did to you, lend us your ears, we'll sing you a song, although it will be stupidly, without dought out of key. But we'll get by with some of your help, friends of ours.

We're people of wealth and taste; we've been around for 19 long, long years, taking many men souls and faith… with the power to be strong and the wisdom to be wise.

We'll take the journey that's our heading. We'll climb mountains and reach their peak, we'll swim the deepest ocean and touch the ground, like the false promises the lovers do to one and other I (in name of the rest of the crew) promise the same. Just to say we'll never leave you alone again…

This can be hell, but it will feel like heaven all the way…

From the pasted John Scar Kramer and his re-birth as Lestat of Lioncourt,

P.S.: (Something I've learn while I was out) Cristiano Ronaldo Scores first goal "Blanco"

In this world

Imagine a world in wich cause and effect are random. Sometimes one comes first, other times the other. Or perhaps the cause is forever trapped in the past, and the effect in the future, but the past and future can change.
(...)
In this causeless world, scientists can't do anything. Their previsions become aftervisions, their equations become justifications, their logic becomes ilogic.
(...)
In this world, artists are happy. Unpredictability is the soul of their paintings, their music, their books.
Most people learned to live in the moment. If the effect of the past in the present is uncertain, the past shouldn't matter; and if the present has little or no effect on the future, you don't need to measure the consequences of the present.
Each act is an island in time, only worth for itself.
(...)
This world is a world of impulses. A world of honesty. A world where each word only matters to the moment it has been said, where each look has only one meaning, each caress has no past and no future, each kiss is an efemorous kiss.


Taken from Einstein's Dreams by Alan Lightman

I'm in an awfull place

It's dark although theres a lot of light, I'm hungry with food just next to me.

This is the end of an journey, leaving me with no adventure or corse to take. I don't know what to do, exept deambulate through the holls of the party house, haunting them, in hopes that i can be left alone.

I have little devlins surrounding me, teasing me, triping me. It makes my mind red and my eyes flamable. A chalenge of strength, a chalenge of mind and endurance, i don't have.

I'm growing weak and alone.

There's no better text book on how to lose friends and alienate people, than my biograthy.

There's no better health care taking guide than this: We all die in the end. Life isn't demanding, we make it that way... WE care TOO MUCH for being surrounded by friends and foes.

I rest tonight seeing Public Enemies

"Apologizes are pointless. Regrets come too late. What matters is that you can move on, you can grow."

Color Boxes - Part 2

My world's a bit different. Brighter, maybe... Better, definitely.

Not that I have found many 64-color boxes lately, that's not it. But I learned it's not only crayons the world is made of: there's brushes, pencils, pens, even erasers! You can paint, you can color, you can sketch, there's so many things you can do. And all of those things are beautiful.
I guess I found some old color boxes, don't know how many colors are in there to be honest, but some of those crayons are broken, some still shine like new, some are colors I've never even seen, some refuse to draw anything, some write better when faced down... It's a set of heterogeneous drawing equipment, but I'm still interested.
I also realized my own box is quite broken, more than I thought previously. But that's ok, you can make fine art with just one color, if you have to :)

In the end I guess the most beautiful work comes out when you join two or more color boxes. You multiply the color options, you diverse your work and you've got art right there!
That's called friendship: mixing color boxes...

The sun has set down

This is my purgatory,

The night has settled its shadow over my world raising a beast that I don't know, and fear.

I'm stil human, flesh and blood, but in my soul it was where this beast inhabits

I've called it a vampire, sleeps by day, lives by night, I crave for blood, and to those still close to me I give some of mine, just so they know my curse.

I'm a loveless thing, with respect for tradition, but at the same time sick of it.

I know by the first name all the deadly sins. They are my new company, after I ran from my from my old paddies, for both their sake and my sanity, greed knows what I mean.

I was friend of the devil, but then… I've overshadowed him.

God is my guidance, though, never forget how indiscriminately he kills, and so shall I.

But has this path drives deeper and deeper to a darker obscure site that I don't want; I'll write my curse to exorcise the demon I've become. If I fail to do so, my only choice is just to continue to live and learn to control the urges of an invincible predator.

Until the sun comes back up, I'll be the one ruining the dreams of the youngest

John Scar

The sun has set

This is good bye,

see you later

When the wild west is explored by teens

During the summer vacation, every young one wants to go travel with his peers, to the wild, to other countries, to the beach… to whatever it is your interest.

Let's supposes you like camping and you're planning some of your friends to go in a camping trip with you (any connection to the real life is totally illogical and insane), and you start inviting a short number of friends, and start organizing the trip for the week of, (let's say out of the top of my head), 24-30.

Almost everyone you invited have joined in making, a predictable 10 people group, which means that it is 3 to 4 tends to be used. Great it will be a good experience, which you'll be sure to enjoy.

10 people neither a small nor a big group; it is fine, until you get a call… triiiin… (You pick up)… It's one of your friends asking if you don't mind if he/she asked his/hers current/soon to be boy/girlfriend to join the camping trip… You respond positive to that request, what's one more, right?

So 11 people group, still neither small nor a big group, it is fine, but then it rings again, and again, and again, and again, before you know it isn't 10 or 11 anymore it is 20 or 21 people to the small camping trip you had planed…

No big deal that's what 8-9 tents… and there will be no problem because if someone gets a little fed up of someone they can always change tents, leaving things with no harm done… And although you never met some of this fellows that are joining your sweet calm vacations, you're positive that they are alright kind of people. So nothing can go wrong can it?

Unless…

Recently (again no connection what so ever to real events) you were part of a group of… 6 people (out of my head), may be 9, that settled for a week in the south, let's say Algarve, Oura… and it took you only three maybe four days to feel a little – how should I put it – sick of so much secrecy and gossiping.

Nah… Forget it, it won't happen again… that time there were too much people for a such small place, this time it there's plenty of space, but no really cooked meals, or soft beds, and who knows in what state the public showers are, or if there will be even hot water or not…

Nah… I'm sure the wildness and nature all around us will suppress any negative energy that might eventually rise.

John Scar Kramer

asks What do you say?

Waiting for sunset

The days are long and so are the 24 that fill them. It's hot under a shadow and infernal at sun light.

There's a desire for cool clean water, something like the beach. It's a desire like the one we have for trouble, fights, and adrenaline.

But home, feels ever so safe and next to the cooler, the beach can wait for less sunny days…

So I fall onto the couch; with nothing to do; nothing to think about… We just hope the sun runs to bring a sweetly breezed evening, so that I can leave the prison I forged around myself. I call the ones I treat as friends, in hope for news I wait… Good news would be great, bad news would be okay but the wait and the absence of news at all is a torturous punishment. There's nothing to do, besides wait…

I try to keep sanity, by joining social sites, to feel some more company, but all I see is a mirror of despair, need, and desperation. I feel like an old man, in a retirement home, listening to the radio and swallowing pills for the bad memory, leaving with no memory at all. (I wonder if I'll be like this)

A kiss… that's what I need; a kiss on the cheek, and like the potion of Panoramix I'll be revived with the strength of a thousand men. It always feels like a good bye kiss, even the door is open to my leave has it is delivered.

And because the sun is near setting, I walk though the opened door, making the kiss justice. The world is still for a bit… a second, a minute, almost infinite, to break so calmly steadiness I plug the men at work to the radio.

"Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.""

Run, ran I did and found cover between friends and laughs. It resembled the last supper, shorten to four, the departure of a saint is coming, before sun set.

And the sun raise will bring disclaiming to the unity; the roster will make sure of it.

"This very night, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times."

But forgiveness it's what makes us such a great trio. The sun is setting and one of us leaves for beachy lands, leaving two.

But I'm also waiting for my sun set, for I'm leaving to deserted island, and them there will be only one; until the sun rises again for all of us…

John Scar Kramer

THE love (almost sex) scene

I like this video because it shows that loving only take two..No matter who those two are, there can still be "MOMENTS".



(and yes, it took me a former human-terminator to get that...Go figure)

"Our putting a man on the moon"

I don't have many words, I'm sorry. This video brings chills down my spine...
I'm glad there's still people with enough power to make a difference.

I love Summer Glau much better!!...

Summer..Oh summer.
Most people love summer, being sweaty, being sexy, being available... Not me. I do not love summer. I am much more a winter kind of person.
Summer as grown to be not a season, but to be a everything can happen-season. Again, hate that concept.
When i think about why people love summer so much, i keep realizing people has grown screwed.

Learning

This time I won't just put a video without saying anything...

A few days ago I invited some friends to go see a lecture on astronomy and watch some stars through the telescope afterwards.
It was going all right until, 10 minutes after the lecture started, some of them started to feel bored. We eventually had to leave.
I must admit, I was really disapointed... I know it's not the most interesting agenda one could have. I know it might be boring, I know the chairs weren't that confortable (s) but it's what I like the most. It's what I'll do for the next 50 years, hopefully. I won't apologize for that. And as my friend, I think you should have stayed through the whole thing, even if you felt like shooting your foot. It's what I would do.
I don't care about our little companion on that night, although I also felt it was disrespectful to be invited and not be able to shut up for a minute and learn something. But that's not my business, he already broke the glass he had to brake...

Anyway, don't expect it again... I try not to make the same mistakes twice...



I hate when people can't enlarge their sight, expand their interests, just for the sake of it. I hate when people don't like to learn, when they're not curious...
And sometimes, yes, I think it's ok to fake some interest, if it will make someone happy... But that's just me.

Here's to you

I know I've made mistakes before. I have no excuse for them. I changed, and that change also changed your world. Not that I was your world, but I think I was (a big?) part of it. Anyway, I left you alone when I shouldn't have.

If there's one thing I would change in the last four years it would be that.
Here are my public, from the heart, sincere apologies. I'm so sorry.

They say you always learn something from your mistakes, and I did. When the dust cleared, you were right there.

"Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over."

I won't say we'll be friends no matter what comes around, I don't know that. But I know it was tuff for you, and even so you always supported me.
Now I feel that you trust me, maybe more than you ever did, and that makes me happy.

I guess you can leave for as long as you want, and when you come back, good friends will pick up right where you left off.

celebrating

We hope to be for at least one more year.

Hurray us!!

At the begging;

Life was a burden, and what a fucked up burden it was, I alike atlas carried it all in my shoulders. It was a slow start, it took two months to a second post be elaborated. What can I say? My words were overrated.

Then it became a joke, with some joke-all-you-want posts, about Jack and deWinter, an invitation was made around this time to both parties, but only answered in a far future.

The months passed by, and as the New Year approached, I wrote lonely poems in the prose way, some were cherry others were dark like the deepest sea.

At the sound of the Twelfth stroke the world changed and so did the Fables of this economists, for the first time there was the participation of the dearest Jack and beloved deWinter, and With it came the comments of our First, for that we issue an official thank you, commentator Sin.

Like in every society it took little time to wars to be started, it came out of nowhere and created great damage.

Public issues were always in the agenda, as it were videos and music, some spiritual talks, some reviews, everything to make the reader more aware and better cultured. (no Thanks are needed, but we accept either way)

And Then LOVE a four letter word, that so much bits has corrupted in this great address; sometimes it was just part of a game we play, others it was a taboo that we referred to in small print, there was even some jerking off all the stress over this subject. It is/was/and will be a word will forever have in mind and will embody in this bit board.

The increasing number of subjects and views, brought new fronts to our comments list, as it is the case of Calvin, Olivia, Indigno, Ginger. There are also the cases of those who never wrote addressed the blog, but were also introduced to the blog (or at least mentioned) Such as it happened with Giselle and Odie (the tongue out dog I always have the unlucky faith of meting from time to time).

We easily reached the two hundred posts, and made a big effort to get 1 Thousand viewers, all in the first year.

The thanks go to everyone that made this a great thing to be a part of… which leaves me to Thank deWinter and Jack… and me. (and once more the first commentator, Sin)

If the rest of you were expecting some sort of gratitude from my behalf , well you may well keep waiting because you are the worst kind of supporter I’ve ever witnessed. So no thanks for you.

Always playing around,

John Scar Kramer :P

Evolution of Thinking

The PEN Story

Somethings I feel the need to share

Because sometimes we get into awkward conversations:

Because sometimes we reinvent the classics:

Because sometimes we’re just having some bad time:

Because sometimes all we want is to be a rock star:

Or Let it flow:

But other times we want to be in control:

Some of us look up to the sky for guidance:

Others just look to the stars:

But noone knows what we’re here for:

Becasuse sometimes we don’t get along:

But we come around it eventually:

Because sometimes where just digging our own graves:

And finally, because We are Friends and that’s how we like it:

It's Time to Pretend, my friends

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sex Drive

The funniest movie I've seen lately:




"What's up?
What's up, what's up?"


Watch it! But a piece of advise, don't watch the unrated version, it's just boobs and naked ladies walking around... so stupid :/

Feel Alive

“I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.”

D&D

Would you take a poor’s man life just because he is miserable?

I, Jack and deWinter, with the audience of Ginger, discussed among other things the matter of abortion been a right choice or not.

I believe that abortion is not an option; I think life should always have a chance. Jack and deWinter on the other hand feel that if the economic or family structure isn't prepared to afford a new life into their hands, abortion is one of the options to think about.

Now I come to you about this because… although I pointed many irrefutable truths, I think I lost the discussion, and that doesn't feel right to me. So I came in search of support and other opinions, to at least even up with them.

John Scar Kramer

A gate way to a Better story

I've posted the story of our last week together, in another blog. Because it isn't complete, it is too big to fit in here and because it needs more writers.

So I've decided to open up to everyone involved the participation in this project, soon you'll receive an email inviting you in, this wonderful thing. Till then here's what happened so far…

http://betterstoriesef.blogspot.com/

This is not a love song

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Someday By Eternal

Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
And greed will not pay
God speed
This bright millennium
On its way
Let it come
Someday

Someday
Our fight will be won then
We'll stand in the sun then
That bright afternoon
'Till then
On days when the sun is gone
We'll hang on
If we wish upon the moon

There are some days dark and bitter
Seems we haven't got a prayer
But a prayer for something better
Is the one thing we all share

Someday
When we are wiser
When the whole world is older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
One day, someday
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
Greed will not pay
God speed
This bright millennium
Let it come
If we wish upon the moon
One day
Someday
Soon

One day
Someday
Soon

I must apologize to everyone involved, before you read the following…

My apologies to Jack, forgive me my friend for not trusting you sooner, and now that I've trusted you with the truth, not trust your advice to shut up and forget about it.

To deWinter, our greatest friend and faithful companion, for never really having the guts to talk face to face about all this and for playing stupid games that should not be necessary. Now I ask this two for great guidance and secrecy, because I don't know what to do, I only know what I can not do.

This is not a love song.

I know I said diamonds seem like broken glass to me and that it was starting to become a nightmare.

But it seems I've lost the ability to lie, my friends. And it seems the only thing similar to broken glass I see in my life is the ice cold spike piercing my heart. It hurts, an awful lot, to see the behavior of something as pure as a diamond can choose to take, creating doubt in its origins.

But although all this miss behavior it still keeps its bright shine upon all things.

Blood diamonds are diamonds no matter how much blood is spilled on it. It's not the diamonds fault, but it is of those who stood up and nothing did to change.

So I must change, I will. I say everything from the bottom of my heart, with no lies. (And in the future I may use the sleep deprivation as an excuse don't let me please.)

I don't like seeing this diamond being used like nothing more than an accessory. And it makes me bull like rage that it is accessorizing such thing as mansion, beauty full on the outside but empty, dusty, full of dirt on the inside.

Jealousy is rotting my from the inside, corrupting me, breaking me in half. And I'm afraid of adding anymore pain and strength to this mortal sin.

I'm sorry and I hope someday things will change, like in the song. Until then I ask of secrecy to those reading, this cursed words, until the one who is not suppose to read them, does such thing.

Hit me if you wish, shout to my ear, if it brings you satisfaction, but don't make her cry. Or the whole hell will break loose, and this is not a hyperbole, it's a prophecy.

Break me up; tear me apart I don't mind.

With all the sincere truth,

John Scar Kramer

It doesn’t Compute (preview to "a Better story)

Betrayal, mind games, puppet shows, stubbornness, lack of sleep, idiots, miss behavior, secrets, war, stupid, awkward, freaking out, rush, seven sins, lust, gluttony, greed, pride, wrath, envy, sloth disrespectful, unfriendly, Q.D.P. (K.D.P.), questions, answers, truth, lies, player, quitter, junkie, bastard, yelling, shots, caipirinha, alcohol, gambling, addiction, sanctuary, young one, old man, child, dance, bull riding, desire, despair, drunk, stumbling, fun, smoke, crossfire, highway, night swimming, floor writing and journey.

This is a syntax of my latest week, spent in Algarve. But this won't take you anywhere. I'll fill in the blanks in just a sec…

Just wait for the aftermath, please

John scar Kramer with a rorschach test ahead