Hope is Last

Last Friday a lot changed…

After a week of stabbing, we decided to put the swords aside, and just have a blast for one last night. We were all there; me, Jack, deWinter, Giselle and Ginger.

Giselle and deWinter took a break and decided to take a slip of alcohol, making everything ever more cheery. But not even the pleasers of the wild life fill an empty stomach. So we decided to take our business to McDonalds.

There we trailed back to the same old subjects, until we were interrupted by an old woman who asked us if we could spare something to feed her. Being at the end of the table I reached for my pocket to spare some cash. But she promptly said she wasn't begging for money, she just wanted something to eat… I was surprised, never had I seen someone reject money that way. And due to that strange situation I accepted her terms and offered her a McMenu, Paying for it on the full receiving in return nothing more than a smiley thank you.

Upon my return the group resumed the conversation, but time flies when we're having fun. And at two a.m. we pulled ourselves up again and joined in reunion in the short space my car could provide. But this time, no usual conversation took place. This time we faced a crisis.

Jack's taking a break from the blog as some of you must cleverly realized after his last post. I tried to dissuade him and ended up making it worst, giving deWinter same the idea. Meaning; that this could be the beginning of the end of the blog.

We're close to having a last post.

The funny thing is… that at the start of it all, me and deWinter talked about the possible longevity of the blog and has I pointed to one year, she pointed to one decade… funny isn't it?

Hopping that this won't be the last post

John Scar Kramer

P.S.: Not knowing if this will in fact be the end of it all, I'll take this time just to say: Although I didn't ask her I already know the answer. Thanks any way

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Empty hopes and last dreams in some binary code

I can't write morality speeches, because my morals and ideals were long ago burned, leaving me in a grey space. Not knowing what to do next.

I have no goal, no wishes, and no ambition. Basically I'm an empty body circulating around you. I'm losing appetite for life, almost like everything is tasteless food. I have neither hunger nor strength.

It's this absence of strength, keeps me from cutting my string and having a face to face meeting with Hades.

 

I learned that there are two kinds of good men in this world; the ones who dream about flying but keep their feet on the ground, and those who put bumps on seats.

Has for me I'm living in the underground, and the show that is my life has put the every seat in epilepsy choc.

Every day I wait for better dreams, and as they don't come, I wish time could run faster, and I wonder, if my wish came true, would I ever regret wishing it or will it jump right to the end, leaving no place for regrets.

 

A Young Gentleman should not write such words, because he has still a great path ahead – Then again, maybe that's why my team mates called me "The old man", giving them the possibility to joke, every time I miss a social event, about the possibility of maybe perhaps of me losing my breath, for one last time…

Death reminds me of immortality. Immortality in the sense that I would be remember long after I pasted away. I used to think I would go immortal, to be remembered like Guy Fawkes, Achilles and Beethoven. But after having forgotten what I would stand for… There's nothing to be remembered about, except the eventual entry in this little unknown and abandon blog.

Posts about economy (or so I say), physics, social relations, games, movies, chronicles about our time, past and future. A hell bunch of words, that at the end of the day are just o's and ones strangely organized.

Empty hopes and last dreams in some binary code. Where would you put your last hopes on?

John Scar Kramer and Rorschach

What If?

There’s a point to everyone’s life in witch we ask ourselves “what if?”.
“What if it had rained?”
“What if It was the other way around?”

These two words have tormented for ages the mind of mankind. Genius are only such because they asked themselves time and time again, what if?
But be careful, for the question, doesn’t bring any answer attached, and many have suffered to the spells of its simplicity, unable to rise with a suitable answer.

Rorschach

My digestive theory.

I had an Economy professor that once said; that our generation lived in a society that was too fast for our nature to comply. He added that that is easily shown by the way we do things, we’re so addicted to this unnatural speed and adrenaline, that we seem junkies always wanting more, more and more…

Now has this way of life isn’t clearly good for our health, I came up with a theory to correct this addiction that over powers us. I call it the 3 minutes theory, although that’s not quite it.

My theory basis is that human beings should wait 3… timescales units (seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years…) to react to whatever happen (in the same unit), using that time to think about it, and to rationalize things.

Example:
Someone tells you a joke; witch takes about 30 seconds, so you should wait three seconds before laughing, so that you can reason if the joke really is worth the laugh or not.

You have been working in a project for a hole day, then you should wait 3 hours before presenting it to anyone.
(If you still have droughts’ about certain situations that may come up just live a comment saying your predicament)

This theory came to my mind, when I thought about the three hours that it takes a human to digest his meal, and how we don’t respect that, leaving many people with gastric problems.

And the time it takes to create life (9 months, 3 for the mother, 3 for the father and three for the new born), and how not respecting that creates emotional as well physical problems for all the involved.
I’m not sure; actually I don’t have the slightest idea, this is a shoot in the dark, but there could be a small possibility that this brings peace to the world.

Think about it, for three seconds
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

Mad World

Mad World - Gary Jules

Every Child should sit down and listen. You, child… What are you thinking about now?