Contents of Perception

447.

2010-02-27T23:29:00.000-03:00

In ancient times was common to think that the body was a prison to the soul. Now we seem to be living times when our souls are prisons to our bodies.

446.

2010-02-26T23:13:00.001-03:00

Every time a spoilt brat snorts dope in the north, an innocent and indigent worker is shot to death by the paramilitary in the south. That's pretty much the invisible number.

445.

2010-02-25T23:36:00.001-03:00

I don't know how I live with this dead creature inside. I don't know how I live with this inside. Somebody save me. Where's the door?

444.

2010-02-24T23:35:00.001-03:00

I need a vacation to the sewer.

443.

2010-02-23T23:11:00.002-03:00

Insomnia seals the cracks of the wall between the Inside and the Outside.

442.

2010-02-22T23:37:00.001-03:00

The Universe is a giant cruelty made of absence. The power is in the numbers.
But we light a candle each. And yes, the power is in the numbers.

441.

2010-02-21T23:27:00.001-03:00

No perfect lover works for me. I need particles of dirt floating in the air to be able to see the light.

440.

2010-02-20T23:14:00.001-03:00

Note to self: don't confuse a genius with someone who has been a lot of time alone with its own mind.

439.

2010-02-19T23:22:00.001-03:00

Now is When.

438.

2010-02-18T23:22:00.001-03:00

When I lay down and put a hand on my chest to feel my heartbeats, I can't prevent from thinking that I'm wasting them.

437.

2010-02-17T23:45:00.001-03:00

I'm sorry to the world: I'm immature. I'm sorry to the world: I can't love without expecting to be loved back a bit. I'm sorry to the world: I can't help to feel alone, even surrounded by friendly people. I'm sorry to the world: I try to reach, I do reach, but I can't connect. I'm sorry to the world, my boy inside is not happy.

436.

2010-02-16T23:44:00.001-03:00

So, who was the angel wanting to question my demon?

435.

2010-02-15T23:51:00.001-03:00

What a loss of contact with reality.

434.

2010-02-14T23:33:00.001-03:00

You've decided what you've decided, and that's what you're gonna have.

433.

2010-02-14T13:12:00.001-03:00

Insomnia, hunger, sunstroke. Long time since clear conscience. Only water forgives, that's why dorks call it holy water.

432.

2010-02-13T23:11:00.001-03:00

Everything is so broken in pieces, that when you find something whole, you love to keep it in one piece, and when you can't and it breaks, you're cut and hurt by the broken pieces and by your impotence.

431.

2010-02-12T23:41:00.002-03:00

Nothing for me?

430.

2010-02-11T23:45:00.005-03:00

I have a personal quest: To reduce a set of immobilizing moral values to one decent, all-around ethical principle.

429.

2010-02-10T23:34:00.001-03:00

Works of love lost. Lost balloons of a crying child.

428.

2010-02-09T23:42:00.001-03:00

I'm not submitting my thoughts to judgement.

427.

2010-02-08T23:16:00.001-03:00

This loneliness is all I have left, and is all mine.

426.

2010-02-07T23:24:00.002-03:00

Something must be left to burn.

425.

2010-02-06T23:18:00.003-03:00

Rainnnnnn… Rainnnnnn… I really want to be less judged and blamed and use my true mantra instead of "rainnnnnn…" without forced guilt: "I am nothing… I am nothing…"

424.

2010-02-05T23:41:00.004-03:00

Living in a spiritual neighborhood too close to heaven and hell. What to others could be a blessing, is fraying my will. I need blackout rest. I swear I'm not doing this to myself. Please something, someone, make it stop and provide me rest. S.O.S. I feel too much, including what's not there. And also too little. Frayed nerve endings.

423.

2010-02-04T23:34:00.003-03:00

I tell you, this world doesn't have any sense, and finding a sense for it is nothing more than persuading yourself. I won't persuade myself for good or bad. Believe your things or not, do what you please. I don't understand why everyone requires me to be stronger; why they need it. I don't need or require that from anybody. Why so many people passively require things? Don't they see they're intruding? Is not the act of Being enough to do or witness? Why I must be fixed, why can't I be in peace. Where's my crime, and why all this attention? Genius or psychopath, there's never a human levelled appreciation?
I believe that I'm genetically programmed to feel disgusted by people who know what they want. Why would that be? Maybe because they grant me by actions to see how wrong they are on every step. Believe the world has a sense if you want, fool yourself to numb the pain... but let me be! I don't fix people, I have a universe inside to take care of! My sarcastic applause goes to those who pressure me to, or need me to be another person.
Excuse the rant, if you will. Intrusions are fear driven, as judgements. Categorizations to drive the panic of daily uncertainty away. Persuade yourself otherwise, build something... down inside. Sublimize again, so nobody can breathe; run, rabbit, run.
I see why silence is undervalued.