Seriously, what am i supposed to write here?
I am more dramatic than I should be.
I like to carry a corkscrew always by my side.
I prefer to listen instead of speak.
I am extremely lovable.
I like bad poetry. Probably because I write some myself.
I got some minor addictions.
Black and white is the way to go.
Contrasts tend to fascinate me.
Troublesome people attract me.
Paris Hilton is funny.
Brittany Murphy used to be hot.
Charles Bukowski is god.
Stephen Lynch and Sarah Silverman rule.
I hate filling out about me fields especially when people who should read them don't, so why bother?
i hated them. i hated their beauty, their untroubled youth, and as i was watching them dance through magic colored pools of light, holding each other, feeling so good, little unscathed children, temporarily in luck, i hated them because they had something i had not yet had, and i said to myself, i said to myself again, someday i will be as happy as any of you, you will see.
they kept dancing, and i repeated it to them.
Charles Bukowski - THE SECRET
don't worry nobody has the
beautiful lady, not really, and
nobody has the strange and
hidden power, nobody is
exceptional or wonderful or
magic, they only seem to be.
it's all a trick, an in, a con,
don't buy it, don't believe it.
the world is packed with
billions of people whose lives
and deaths are useless and
when one of these jumps up
and the light of history shines
upon them, forget it, it's not
what it seems, it's just
another act to fool the fools
again.there are no strong men, there
are no beautiful women.
at least, you can die
knowing this
and you will have
the only possible
victory.
