Sexy evil, never the less

I’m not talking out of experience, if that was my case I would not be writing, and as for experience, Jack is two levels above me.

But there’s something now that summer is approaching and winter starts to be just another memory. Spring has something to do with it for shore. It like when you are seeing movies like the Lion King, the Sleeping Beauty, Lord of the Rings, in which the picture gets darker has it proceeds, but at the final and after the grand Fight between good and evil every good thing is rebirth, and there’s a new hope in the air.

What’s happening now is just like so, we’ve been through a time of darkness, where everyone closes themselves in jackets, coats, long sleeves shirts… but now I find myself looking around and seeing the sprout of the female body. They’ve threw away all the layers of clothes they used for this long arch winter, we’re now finishing, to put the on some sneakers, sweatshirts, jogging trousers, and start to run out through the city, sending a message “I’ll be ready when the time comes”.

Mean while, and because even in good shape it isn’t easy to catch the prey, they cleverly go throwing “sweetly peppered” smiles to the innocent gents passing by. Those smiles, capture us, the weaklings innocent fools, they makes us respond say “Hi!” with a smile [like this one:-D, or this one :-)], and after a while the predator and the prey are both sitting at the dinner table having some sort of date, or at a party.

But before I get further ahead of myself, what I wanted to say was that girls are vicious, since birth (and I’m very certain of this that I’m going to write) girls are tenacious, they flirt with the innocent first world leader creation of god, to then hurt this marvelous specimen. They smile, we smile back, the call us we lean towards them, the scratch us, we rush back hurting for what they did, they say their sorry, and we believe, the call us again, we lean towards again, they scratch us again, we rush back hurting for what they did again, they say they’re sorry again, and we suck it up again…, (and the cycle goes on until we lose touch of each other).

These vicious creations of sin, we’ll torture us until the end of time, and we will love every painful moment just, because we’re fools (and I only say this because jack doesn’t like to be called stupid).

Thank god there are video games

John Scar Kramer

Even empty promises fill the blanks

Every day it is the same thing, we walk by town and see couples kissing and making promises to each other, politicians in the first page saying things are about to change, and we think to ourselves “There’s a bunch of empty words”.

No matter where you’re going no matter where you came from, you will always hear unrealistic promises, impossible love sewers, false testimony of ability and hyperbolas, between other things. This is like taxes, it’s impossible to escape it. But never mind those empty words; do think instead about, what is your judgment?

When you hear someone telling his\her lover that he\she will love her\him forever, what do you think to yourself? (Please don’t go saying “Oh! I think it’s very romantic, and I would love to have someone to tell me that” because even “Fuck you! You promiscuous slut, I should burn your intestines and serve them to your dog, you bastard” can be romantic if said in the right moment and with the right preparation) Do you think, bastard\bitch is lying to his\her face and he\she is eating it up poor child? Or how wonderful, jeez they clearly were made to each other, I just wish good luck for both, I’m happy for them.

(If you choose the second option you are clearly lying and should exclude yourself from reading the next part of the post for moral reasons.)

You never thought how happy either of the intervenient are? The one promising the impossible is happy, because he\she just promised the world and got it back, with a gesture from the other end (a kiss, a smile, a nod…). The other is happy for the empty promised he\she heard, and for the three seconds that it made him\her smile\dream\imagining, and rewards those kind words with the simplicity of a kiss, a smile, a nod…

“Is better to hear a fake love promise, than to never hear from love at all.”

Hearing empty promises is good for your health, because you dream for two\three seconds and the world stops, in that moment you that it’s all going to go better from now on, because of those words.

“Even if it isn’t true tell me you love me.”

There’s something more I’d like to say. Every week I go to church, and people ask me if I’m a true believer, I answer no, the next pop-upped question is “Then why do you go?” And I have to say that no true believer goes to church (except the priest, of course), only non-believers go in search for the contact, the proof that God exists, we ask for salvation, forgiveness, and help. If we were true believers we would know that we are saved, we would have no reason to be forgiven for, and no help to ask just to offer. The celebration that goes inside a church is search for the belief, and because belief is an important part of our journey here on earth, I suggest that you pray at least once a month.
John Scar Kramer

The Fireplace

There she sits at the place of fire
Watching the flames leaping higher and higher
The racing flames let her eyes sparkle green
A cold and cruel beauty never before seen
The face although formed of flesh and bone
Is set and stern like a mask of stone
Yet does in this sight no cruelty appear
causing rather pity than fear
Brown hair is framing this ivory face
Embroidering it like a beautiful lace
Opposite her a strange wanderer sits
Tall but slender with eyes catlike slit
He, too, is quiet, not moving at all
Watching the fire's rise and fall
His face has features alien and strange
Fine but not human with the light they change
Both were fearless warriors once
Clad in armour both steel and bronze
Many a fight in their lives they have seen
Opposing evil wherever they have been
But even they were defeated one day
When an evil sorcerer crossed their way
He damned them to live forever in trance
To witness forever the same fires dance
[...]

You add some hot chocolate, some rain falling heavily outside, good music (while you seat confortably numb) and a good talk, that lasts until the sunrise, and you have a night to remember...

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Twisting the world to my likes.

Alfred Pennyworth: A long time ago, I was in Burma, my friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never found anyone who traded with him. One day I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away.

Bruce Wayne: Then why steal them?

Alfred Pennyworth: Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

I love when all is confusion in the world and somebody tries to set order.

Sometimes you just have to see the world burn, before setting everything into a new order. That’s why Nero set Rome on Fire, to see its beauty flourish and disappear in a single instant. Recreating the beauty afterwards, so that every one witnesses it again.

I love movie that things only fall into place in the end, like the first four of the Saw series and Donnie Darko, as well many more. Because in all those something is burning and reality is recreated every step of the way.

Seeing my world Burn, and flurish

John Kramer

Reediting "Life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments"

I liked the movie, great actually, just as Jack said.

And having Jack commented the movie before me, lives me just to comment the idea.

The movie has two high points for me the birth and death of the character. The birth of the old with a mind of a young one, and the death of the young with a mind of an old one. It seems strange at first, but when you look at it with more careful, you see an old man playing, and a child being forced to exercise, and to subject itself to the world. That is exactly the kind of things I see every day, children don’t play they are subjected to the idea that they have to learn and perfect their body to the future, and in the opposite side old people are left at “playgrounds” where they have their games, naps and education. This image seems wrong. But it clear shows that a child would have better living among the old than with the conceited idea we have now.

The movie, without the plot, elaborates the idea that children and the elderly are better of together for their mutual education.

I Love Politics

History has been made. Alleluia!!!
Just like any other day in wish an elcted presidant takes charge.
But this one is diferente, THIS is OBAMA

OH! Boy now we're talking buisness, O Sana Obama,
Praised be the Lord the saivior has come.
All our worries are now over, lets flush the economic depression down the toilet, We're Free now!!!No? Why not??
It Seemed like it, Parades, bauls, party's.
Boliks
Cheat
Crap!
Some might say.
At the end of the day people are still getting poor, rich, famous, sick, injailed, happy, sad...etc.
People still Have to get on with their lives doing what they do, loving what/who they love, hatting what they hate.
They have to live.

Obama, created a image that his a savior, he might be but not alone, not only with his staff or army.
He will need:
First, every American to get on with their lives and watch how his doing.
The thing about Politics is that it only works if every one Lives their life.
If sudenly everyone started living in a farm, eating from what they grow.
Every thing would stop, many of us would die of hunger or war.
And Obama would be incapable of doing any thing, because noone is there to help him.

P.S.: Not making any sense just to say, Obama Isn't savior, he's a Leader to the salvation army (US)