This
http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2009/3/9/

Azoth and such

God dammit Mr. Weeks, what was that third book all about!?
I want out.

FotC Choir of Ex Girlfriends

Fleur De Saison

Damn she knows what she's doing.

contradictions

Its odd how the empowering process of creating a theory of the execution of will, impedes me to execute it. Or rather, in this modern consumerist day with promiscuous morals (nothing wrong about it), my will is hard to find. I drown in this sea of desires. Like the wish junkie that Bastian plays in the never ending story. It is so easy to mistake what really matters. So easy to be lost in commodities and lusts that we can't find loves or supports. The other day I talked to a friend, he just finished his undergrad on music. The best job he could find was as nightguard for this store. Which complicates everything. For we will take crap for jobs, and do crap all for "survival". We are forced to interact with worthless people, to treat them nicely, to bite a million sarcastic comments a day, all for payday. And it all hurts more, the more "honour" you have. The more ideals you keep, the higher the image of self you strive for, the more this prostitution of the human strength hurts. Humans are not seen as humans, but rather objectivized and only appreciated for their strength of labour. We are workers, consumers, investors, and that is about it. The only role of participation in society, the only reason for our existence then becomes, to produce, to consume, or to accumulate wealth. What kind of society can we build upon those reasons? How the hell can we have children and send them to be producers, consumers, or hoarders of capital? And people feel so free because they have the right to impoverish themselves in all kinds of crap. Not that socialism is any better. Hell I hate working for anything, least of all a state. But it is healthy to question our society and its system. The world is not only capitalism and socialism. There are options, and they must be considered. I will not be a tool for some money hoarder out there.

Orale guer

More verses of the recent weeks, I'm only using english for my stories it seems.. hmmm

Todo se usa en esta vida,
Y lo mío es la palabra,
So no habló moriré,
Si me callo desvaneceré.

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Una caricia de tu voz
La cegera del velo
De tus palabras.

Roces indiscretos,
Llagas de fuego
De tus manos sobre mí.

Aráncaras un bocado
De mi esencia
En tu euforia.

Lameras de la vida,
de mi vida
que te doy,
Empieza.

Una brisa de amor,
una idea de unión.
El beso en la distancia.

Caricias a mi mente,
Paisajes a mi tímpano
De tu lengua de miel

Un masaje a mi alma
Con la fuerza de la tuya,
Y el nacimiento de tu receptividad
Y empiezo.

Un trago de tu frescor
Ahogará mi aburrimiento
Oh, manatial de amor...

Un puñado de tu piel,
Acompañado de un suspiro,
Desperá a mi pasión.

Besos de fuego te daré,
Bocanadas de vida haré
Manos de poder te rodearán, te amarán
Una urgencia que nos unirá, en el amor
Y un alivió nos cemetará, en la unidad


And still working on another couple of stanzas for it. It is quite musical to me..

Take a sip of my unholy wine,
Bitter stuff, dark as earth,
Watch it swirl, watch yourself,
Take a whiff, clear your head.

And soon you will be drunk,
I´ll be only one in sight
Your staggering steps will lead to me
And I need to come up with another line ><

Inishi for hire

Weird.... Little gamer's posted an update on the book today. Quite on queue with my previous post. I like that. Lets see if this works again. >< I NEED A BETTER JOB! I barely pay tuition and books as it is. So, if you need a sociologist/politics student, that is fluent in at least two languages, haven't spoken in japanese in a looong time... I could translate things... or you know, just pay me cause I need it. I currently work at a museum, translating and transcribing old letters.... Just send me a tell and I'll send my resume.