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"Love isn't an act. It's a whole life. It's staying with her now because she needs you. It's knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures - when all that's on the shelf and done with.
I'll tell you what love is: it's you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other's step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime's talk is over."

Brian Moore

To keep going, keep breathing, when all you lived for all your life is not here anymore, is the tuffest task I can imagine. Isn't life without love but a silent sea shell?

Velentine’s lament

Valentines came, and for the God forsaken mental health of all the others that are not in a relationship, it went…

And my first feeling about this "holyday" is sorry; I'm sorry for not completing what I set myself to do before this day, now I can't… maybe next year.

Then like so many I rant about the fact that valentine isn't really a holyday, it really is a marketing day, where all the restaurants, chocolates sellers and romantic thinggys… But I really don't mind because if not for a day such as this, there wouldn't be the delicious chocolate and sweets I lode myself into when desperate for something that enlightens my day.

I still suffer jealousy, alike all the ones who are still alone in the day of relations celebration… but I regard it more as greed than greeny like others do… I'll have my time and I'll enjoy it then, I can wait… Right person, right time, that's what poor people's valentine all about after all.

Love is good, love is great…if true there's nothing neither best nor worst so I've heard.

But if it's fake, this one I know some things about, is not as bad as people think it to be.

It's not corresponded…

It's lonely…

But it gives you desire, desire for life and lust… the blood rushes up your head and thoughts turn into mist, reason finds its limits and the body gives new meaning to cowardice. It's a waltz, a tango, a war… It doesn't matter and it means the world. It's a secret that's told only to the best of friends, and then written in a blog for everyone to read… But it is fake… It doesn't matter it's love…

We live in a fake world after all… where so little is real, why should love be so real? Let me drown in the elegancy of the little love I can treasure in someone's little smile…

Thank you

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt (just to show, what kind of world we live in, this is my fake name)

Go Cinderela Go!

In the days evening Valentines, why not search for the dream.

And let me start with "the one who got away"!

It's the dream… having someone to chasse after, one ideal. She appeared in a glimpse and in the same she went away, you found her to be attractive but that was just a bread crumb you. She's exiting, she knows her things and many more, she's secretive but open to talk to you every single second, you laugh and she laughs too, you savor every minute with her… but then the clock strikes twelve and as dads little princess, in her most delicate purity she leaves without leaving even a hint to what's her name… She left in a two white horses white cart… and you never saw her again, she just left a hint a clue behind, maybe by accident, maybe on purpose, you'll only know when you meet her again…

And a hard journey is ahead of the one who seeks happiness with a mystery woman, must climb the highest mountain and cross the widest river. You promise yourself to cover the whole world and every time miss her for just a second, until she just appears at your door.

With love and Hope

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt

Why we believe Sisyphus to be a Stupid man

You should not see time as a boundary, for anything. Do not expect for things to get better over time or worst, for that matter. Time barely exists… I'll show you, I'm showing, it's done!

It's night time where I'm writing this, somewhere else in the world it's some other time. I'm posting this around 3 o'clock and you may be reading it, when the clock strikes the same, but it's not the same time. How wonderful could this be?

If I didn't have a friend in physics I would say "That's time traveling" and then be beaten down by some of your phantasmagoric comments that never seem to show up, but having a friend in physics and considering that what I want to say may be harmful to any studied belief he so knightly advocates, I'll restrain myself, in respect…

But still it's truly wonderful, "Myself!" I get cold chills just from thinking of it. Every time, every single time I or one of my co-authors writes a post, it travels… around the world, going east west north and south, and reaches everyone that clicks on its steady voyage, and by doing so it seems almost like it breaks the rules of time.

I love our Blog. And I say this as blindly as I can… there's nothing on my life's that takes as much time of it as does this little space on the web that we write on… Here I can do anything, be who ever I want and still live very well with myself. This little corner, I so much treasure, in the great vast web, although free to be seen by anyone it's my little comfort zone, my shrine of intellect and knowledge, what I write may not be right, polite, fair or any other thing, but it's mine… every little word I compose to build an orchestra and chant in your mind, just the way I'm feeling, Sometimes it gives you a sense of stupidity and others of tremendous genius, but there are also the times when it doesn't even strike you or pitch you, you just go on like nothing changed.

I get it all; life is full of these things… But I want it to be different. And it will…

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt

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

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

One secret at a time

Oscar Wilde
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Anonymous
It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Whatever desire you have to discover what one feels, it is irresponsible. Everyone of us is unlike the other, everyone of us has diferent goals, noone sees through someone elses eyes. Where you see desire for knowladge one might see the consequences. Every thing has it's reaction, and not all are good. So please just quit bothering me...

Rorschach

Christopher Titus Once again

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Hard work, even before you get it!

As we were heading to this unbelievably great party we ended up not going, I came across this phylosophical question of much importance:

Does conquering the girl/boy of your dreams demand a constant struggle?

I wanna focus on the "conquering" part, as I know that keeping an already grown relationship healthy and alive is an everyday work. And it should be. I don't believe in soulmates and destined lovers, so I think it will never work if you don't care enough to make every day a little different, a little better.

Anyway, the conquering part... and by this I mean that time before you assume a relationship. It can take hours for some people, as it can take years for others.
It's the second best part of "it". This is the time where you fall in love, where you're nervous everytime that person walks into the room. Is the time where you say and do the most stupid things.
Now, can enough time, work and stuborness get you the girl/boy?
Maybe yes, eventually... But what a waste! It's only in the movies that the all-time neighbours end up falling in love, as he saves her from the alliens or something. And in my opinion, that's not fair to the one who had all the work.

"Oh, I realize now that I love you!!"
"Great! But as I was coming near to jump from the bridge because I thought you'd never love me, you didn't even look at me!!! Nevermind, let's be happy ever after!"

This is what I thought 3 days ago. I realized since then, that there's a catch! The only thing I need to get the girl of my dreams is to be myself and wait for her to come. I think so...
There will eventually come a girl that likes me just the way I am - or at least most of the things I am - and I will make her the girl of my dreams (the dreams are efemerous things).
Now the catch: being JUST yourself is one of the most difficult tasks you'll ever do. Not being nicer, nor funnier, nor more sensitive, nor cockier. That's hard and demands work.
So, in conclusion, I realize now that it takes a constant struggle to get someone to like you. A struggle to be just the way you are, so that your ideal match can come and see it.
After you get into a relationship, then you can be as many things as you want and if she(he)'s one of the possible "ones", she(he)'ll understand.


Sorry for how long this got :P

The solution to my problem is B&B

For the past year I started thinking and talking, to Jack and deWinter, on the possibility of me having a girlfriend (We also talk about Jack's future (whatever gender)friend, and the lady's (something with a wood)friend).

In the hopping that my predicament is solved before hell freezes over, I've been observing couples, studying them. And after 12 months, I came up with a hypothesis, untested still.

The hypothesis goes like so: there are only three kinds of couples (male-female obviously) in my generation, the High school sweethearts (HSS), the Jugglers (J) and The beauties and the Beasts (B&B).

The HSS's, are the ones that meet in the first day of school, fall for one and other, and the rest is just like soup operas, with all their humps and dumps. (Remember the OC, is just like that, if you don't remember, well it's Grey's Anatomy without all the promiscuity).

The J's, well they aren't exactly couples, they're more like a group that never really settle, having a new partner every other day (they are Grey's Anatomy just the way you see it). Compromise isn't a word in their dictionary.

Finally we're left with the B&B, which are the ones that people talk about when they say "how can a gall so beautiful be with such a jerk?" .

Now if my theory does prove to be right, my only chance of ever date, is to be part of the B&B, and I'm not talking about the beauty part (but I promise I have plenty of it).

This means, my way out of this situation of mine is by being even more of a prick that I've been so far. So in the next time I come to meet a girl that I kinda don't know if I like I just have be a total jerk and it will be all ok, that can't be too hard, can it? J

John Scar Kramer

Sing it again...

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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

The difference between a fall and a jump…

I thought we had closed this subject until summer, but guess I was wrong…
We’ve talked about this previously, and it ended up with deWinter calling Jack (and everyone who believed in love) Stupid, and Jack (as well everyone who believes in love) getting mad at deWinter. So his time I decided to take things to my own hands, speeding up the process, and say: “Jack (and everyone who believes in love) you’re stupid, and deWinter is sorry for that.”

Now that we have this cover, I have something to add this new sequence of love posts (Yes, there are many to come in a short period of time, mainly because of Jack and deWinter). Of course those who believe in love are stupid; of course they’re going to suffer, most of them will die in great pain. But, it is true that; they’ll live with a smile.
Falling in love is a dangerous deal, and no one in their right mind would accept it, if didn’t had great perks attached to. Like having someone to talk to about anything at almost any time, having someone to go with to concerts, movies, matches, that freaking thing that people now do (dance), but the greatest perk is the fact you can go up to your friends and proudly announce this two things “I’m banging that!” and after “I have to ditch that”. (Not really good perks, I know, what can I say other than “lake of experience”)
In the other side of the bridge we have …
Jumping into conclusion before hand - prejudice. It’s the safe way home they say. (I know no one really says this but it suits the sentence so…).
Saying that love is a crappy illusion, and a lie, it’s the easy way out, some call it denial, but I don’t care. If someone just wants’ a simple life, with no bumps along the way, it is fine. Life has so many ways that, some are bound to be calm in the emotions department. This to say that the unrelated-to-love-ones, are not automatic depressed people, ready to jump out on the first bridge. (But we’re pretty close to falling, better say, slip from the top of a very, very tall building).

Either way you look at the bridge there’s people diving to death (if you haven’t noticed this before there are many references to the fact of either case people commit suicide, check closely). Some jump other’s fall (of course great part of this people survive the jump/fall) the only difference between them is the push.

John Scar Kramer

P.S.: About some comments that have been written in the blog I would just like to say that: When you say that you’re not here to judge, you’re being a bigger liar then me when I say love is my reason to live. Because I don’t know if you noticed, but in our introduction in this blog it’s written “Life is a Holyday, FRIENDS are JUDGES, and the rest is economy”. Now what I take from when you say you won’t judge us is that you are no friend of ours. Judge us! Otherwise how are we going to be better humans?

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

Valentines

Today is a great day, better than this there could only be Christmas and New Year’s Eve. These days have many things in common, first they are all during Winter, second these are happy days for every lover, third these are the ones with higher suicide rate in the hole year (please don’t suspend your plans to prove me wrong).
I’m happy for every valentine, I really I’m, I sewer I am. People must be happy for their relationship being in cruise control, celebrate it, and do something crazy with your lover/mate/boy (girl) friend.
While me and the others just live our lives normally… Unfortunately this day does depress some of us (really bad), but life goes on and in the day after today, tomorrow, we will be ok… until some stupid lover stars telling how he celebrated his valentine with his loved one or two (yes, one guy did this to me too). In conclusion this will be the worst week-end in the year for me and my lonely friends, but we (has polite ones) wish you a happy valentines any way.

P.S.: Almost forgot this is going to be a hell of a sex party around the world, Do it safe.
we will be doing by ourselfs or with a really nice friendly lady we happen to meet.