One second ago I knew everything. Now what? Now what? NOW W-HAT? There is nothing but a blank. Space. Crazyness. How I am supposed to make sense? Am I suppose to make sense? I she making any sense at all? And whadafuck makes sense. No more question mark. Tired of them. Somewhere else. Go. No show.

Boomerang

I am not begging you to make sense. I am only asking for the truth. Don't be fake. Don't pretend. There is no point for all this performance. Don't say what you don't mean. Don't smile if you just don't feel like it. Be yourself even when it is not exactly what you would like to be. Don't be scared. Face it. If you fall I am sure you'll stand up again. Put yourself together, but do not tear me apart. Cry. Try harder. If you cannot be a man be at least a human being. Be alive. Leave-me. Do not lie. Not when be honest is mandatory. You are not allowed to play with someone else's heart. Fuck off. Go way. I might hate you forever. I'll probably not even remember your vain existence. So please leave. Leave me alone. Don't open your dirty mouth to say my name. Eraser my phone number. Erase the memories. What memories, right? I bet you don't have any. Another victim, another prize, another couple of good moments... whatever it was, it was a mistake. A mis-take. My mistake.

I was naive. But you are ridiculous, pathetic, disgusting.

Hope you feel bad. Hope you fuck off.

And you will. Cause life is like a boomerang.

...

The summer is magic

The end is not even close. What is close is the new beginning. The sun shines at full power. The sound of the city is louder. No clouds, nobody inside. World smiles. The summer is magic. And it is just the beginning. Birds and roses in a secret garden. Cycle of life re-starts. Hearts feel warm, land feels worms. Serendipity. It is a lighter time. Sun shines at full power. The sound of the city is louder. No tears, no fears. Life sings. The summer is magic.

A little girl in a flower dress. Cute guys and their beauuuutiful tent. Everyone is gorgeous. Take the dusty off my sun glasses. It is charming summer time after a while. No fights, no black and white. The sky is brightly blue. Trees are amazingly green. The atmosphere is all yellow. And it is just the beginning. The summer is magic. Birds and roses in my garden. Wash your hair and feel it wet. Sweat. It is flipflops season. It is jusssst the be-gin-ning!

The summer IS magic, isn't it? Even better after a dark-cold-lonely winter. Cycle starts again, once more. And it is wonderful. It is perfect. The sound of the city is louder. No clouds, loose clothes. Lively colours, lively smiles. Life sings her most exciting song. Everything is poetry, music, art.

La la la la. The summer is magic. Even more after a grey winter. Days are lighter, brighter, louder. And it is just the beginning. Let's buy a pint, a chilled rose wine. Let's go around and enjoy summer smily time. A park, a barbecue, a garden, do not go inside. Summer is magic. The city smiles. World sings. Streets are catwalks. Everyone is gorgeous.

Birds and roses and smiles and colours. No clouds, nobody inside. It is time to celebrate. The summer is magic and it is just the be-gin-ning!

Iupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Sat Nam :)

Empty Bottle

An empty bottle. Loads of those. Hangovers. Sleep overs. Funk drunk nights. Mornings. Days. Days after. One after another. No drinks. No big deals. No news. Some bills. Maybe a discount. Nothing really matters. I don't fucking care. Switch off the lights. Turn on the music. Dance. Cry. Try.

Have a moment. Talk to me. Where are you? Mayton Street number 6. Flat A. Black and white sheets. No patience. A glass of beer. In need of something. Anything. Everything. Or not. Or not. Or not.

Feel the blue. Listen to Blues. Dark room. Relentlessness mind. Soul. So what?

No guitar, no inspiration, no expectations. No toasts, no memories, no imagination. An empty bottle. A bloody empty bottle. No hangovers. No sleep overs. No funk drunk nights. A week or two. Not even goodbyes. An empty bottle. A bottle with no soul. So...

Sat Nam ;)

I should

I should study

I should sleep

I should exercise

I should concentrate

I should be heathy

I should drink less

I should write more

I should read 2 newspapers a day

I should go home

I should stop right now

I should be proud of myself

I should be grateful

I should work harder

I should be more careful

I should not cry

I should not lie

I should not have so much expectations

I should not wait

I should not fake

I should not try to make myself clear

I should save money

I should get married

I should have a nice car

I should have someone to wake up with

I should have a pension fund

I should grow up

Yeah, I should and I would if I could.

What the fuck?

Reality TV's latest wheeze: make US workers compete to keep jobs

Ed Pilkington in New York
The Guardian
Thursday 9 April 2009

About 700,000 Americans were sacked in March. In the past month three men who recently lost their jobs went on gun rampages, killing a total of 26 people. What to do with such grim news? Turn it into a reality TV show, of course.

Bright sparks at Endemol USA, the American branch of the brand that brought you Big Brother, have come up with a new idea: to wallow in the misery of America's threatened workers.

Each week, the show, Someone's Gotta Go, sets itself up in a small business where times are hard and redundancies have to be made. The employees - usually 15 to 20 of them - will be allowed to see the firm's books, and will be told how much each of them earns.

Then they will reveal what they think of each other. They will be fighting for their livelihoods, for at the climax of the episode the employees will vote to decide which of them is added to the pile of unemployed. And you thought Alan Sugar's "You're fired!" was brutal.

Not since a Dutch TV company had the stroke of genius two years ago of conceiving a reality show in which a terminally ill woman got to choose which contestant received one of her kidneys after her death has anyone come up with something quite so edgy.

More than 5 million Americans have been let go since the recession started in December 2007, and the unemployment rate now stands at 8.5%.

"We're always trying to find the next thing that is topical and timely in the zeitgeist," Endemol's North American director, David Goldberg, told Variety.

He went on to suggest the TV show would be doing hard-pressed employers a favour: "For a lot of people, it takes the pressure off them. As a boss myself, I don't want to have to make those decisions. It's safe to say it hasn't been difficult to find companies willing to participate."