hate generational planning
hate those who have less than thirty years. I hate people who are over thirty years.
I realize I am exactly on the ridge where those younger generation is just an idiot kid with no history and no wisdom that does not have the intellectual tools to understand the reality and who is older is just a stoned by now lost lucidity and remains anchored to its modus vivendi, unable to change, to improve, to understand the world ...
has opened a window of clarity. It is a new event. I see clearly that young fool I was, and that old idiot that I am. I recognize only my peers who they are also experiencing that flash of lucidity. And I watch them with sadness. Because I know that soon they'll hate. It will, we will be only the stoned. Sad, sterile, static, middle-aged people.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Template Letter Of Confirmation
quarrel with those who already know when and why. Finally I can I plan my future.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
How To Cast Sinker Molds
Band Of Horses
Brescia Then I go to the concert of the Band Of Horses. It's late. Prepare a backpack, I reach the station. It's late, too late. I'm going with my friend R. and we arrive just in time to Brescia. Fortunately, the show they do near the station. My friend R. wants a ride absurd. Me: I see that old man is right there. We get to
This takes place where the concert. All posters plastered on the outside. Serro tickets in hand, ready to be torn already folded. We turn around the building, and there's a side door open. We go there and no shit. The Band Of Horses are not there. We arrived too late? It is still early and is playing the opening act? We do not understand.
There is a bit 'of crowds, just down the hall. All crammed into the bottom, no one close to the stage. On stage there are kids. They sound bad, but there is no sound. On the ground glass and litter. We begin to realize that the concert is already over and the Band Of Horses have played. Or maybe you have never played. One of the public, make angry, begins to provoke us unnecessarily. And my friend R. becomes the strongest friend M. attack and fight with the guy.
Then I woke up.
Brescia Then I go to the concert of the Band Of Horses. It's late. Prepare a backpack, I reach the station. It's late, too late. I'm going with my friend R. and we arrive just in time to Brescia. Fortunately, the show they do near the station. My friend R. wants a ride absurd. Me: I see that old man is right there. We get to
This takes place where the concert. All posters plastered on the outside. Serro tickets in hand, ready to be torn already folded. We turn around the building, and there's a side door open. We go there and no shit. The Band Of Horses are not there. We arrived too late? It is still early and is playing the opening act? We do not understand.
There is a bit 'of crowds, just down the hall. All crammed into the bottom, no one close to the stage. On stage there are kids. They sound bad, but there is no sound. On the ground glass and litter. We begin to realize that the concert is already over and the Band Of Horses have played. Or maybe you have never played. One of the public, make angry, begins to provoke us unnecessarily. And my friend R. becomes the strongest friend M. attack and fight with the guy.
Then I woke up.
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