Our lives

We give too much credit, or whatever it is, to social networks such as twitter, face book, hi5, etc…

Mostly because we have no one that we can really trust at all, making us needed to find someone distant to tell secrets and lies to impregnate with deceitful words and promises. What I mean is most of you don't have really any friends so turn to your little laptops and strike three W's so you'll find some sick and virtual advice and company.

I've tried them all, so that you don't accuse me of lack of empirical study, and in my failure to compute what it is advertised, and after arguments with some peers I find these networks to be obsolete, when I have friends like Jack and deWinter.

Sure sometimes I have to carry the most bohemian of us home in a stretcher, but that's a thousand times better than just having words in a board to relate to.

It's our life, it's my life, and it's your life and not an avatar's life. Do something Be creative, judge to a face instead of this lists of crap.

Having a huge number of friends doesn't mean anything if for all that it is worth none of them tell you to stop doing bad!

And to prove my loyal friendship:

DeWinter I I think you should calm down this bohemian life style,

Jack Stop with the secrets! And Talk trash more often because it's wonderful

And a special note to everyone else:

SHOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The sun has set

This is good bye,

see you later

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

A Goofy Movie (1995)

I was 5 years old when I first saw this movie. And since then i'm must have watched it, like a bilion times. give it a chance, and see it, i'm telling you it's an well spend hour,

The end, it's not a show

I’ve reconsidered and I might regret it, but I’m too tired to keep playing. The worst it can happen is to be denied, slapped, or just a yes.
I’m going to say who she is but not here. It is one thing to explore self-feelings for better audience, but posting a name, in this bit board, is just a cruel, and shows lack of confidence in the other part. But don’t expect any romantic gesture either. A simple “it’s you” will do it.
But I’ll take this space to apologize in advance for all this rumbling going around for the last couple of weeks. You see friends make everything difficult when they try to help.
John Scar Kramer

I am not it …

I'm a fucking bigot, I'm tall, I'm fat, a lazy man, stupid guy, and the worst writer you read today, the worst friend a person can have. I'm a smartass, I'm greedy, distracted, I'm the Don't-give-a-crap-man, I'm a comic fanatic, I'm a liar, I'm a clamp, I'm a referee, I'm corrupt, I'm a failure, I'm a joke, I'm a cinema fan, I'm a coach, I judge, and do stupid things that I come to regret. But I'm not a voyeur. And it pisses me off when someone calls me such a thing.

Now that I got it all out of my system. Here is to you

HERES TO YOU from the film "Sacco e Vanzetti" - Lisbeth Scott, written by Ennio Morricone

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

The other sound

Walking down the road 2

Almost every day I walk a road that will lead to my rest. During this thirty minutes walk I think about what I've done, what I’m doing and what I'm going to do. Thirty minutes to plan a strategy to life, almost every day.

Repeating myself is part of the process.

So what have I done?

I've failed before

What am I doing now?

I'm preparing to do better this time.

What am I going to do?

I'll See it through.

John Scar Kramer