Razorblades no longer guarding my heals

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Day #5 i'm reading the bilble on a public toilet in the mall...

I'm not surprised , this isn't my first time making quite deep thoughts on a toilet cubicle.

Out of transcendental thinking, i go outside to a familiar place, a mall. I've had certain memories since I was a child in this place, certainly in all my age stages and with certain differences, but that isn't the theme I wanna touch here...

Lately i've feeling certainly stranged, some kinda depressed , I realize that I don't count on every people that fake smile in front of my face, but the most impressive thing that poison my heart is how I've ever trust them. Their actions seems so real , but at the end of the story with one hand they give and they stab you with the other, taking always at your back, traitors is something I never tolerate...

Still I don't know what to do with my life, even why I'm writting this, certainly of the possibility that no-one will ever read it... My future is uncertain , but even though how knows their future?

But even when I'm taking about that , I'm referring to what I'm gonna do when I finish the college , do someone is gonna support me in my superior studies or even help me disembowel in the society? But at the moment I keep on begging for what is supposed to be mine by right, neither I've been heared at the moment, I don't want to sound like a victim, but this is all I have.

However is reading this...thank you.

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No hay nada...

Mas que una carencia de sentido,

Para lo que llaman destinó,

Un campo tal vez divino,

Una oscura inmersión,

De una fatal visión.

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En mis nervios...

En mis nervios florecen,

Iras que no amanecen,

A mis ojos vapor,

Noticias sin estupor,

De una sociedad ciega,

De quien la muerte sega,

Inyectando mas vidas,

A intenciones bastardas

Como una polilla,

Cerca de una farolilla,

Como una horda sin sentido,

Matan a quien lo ha permitido.

Estoy demente ,

O eso dice la gente,

Por no tener vacilación,

A la voluntad de mi corazón.

Pues es difícil escribir poesía,

Trato de poner filosofía,

En cada pequeña rima,

Que atroz ataque mis fantasías,

Mas es mi voluntad,

Y escapar de toda sobriedad,

De esta sociedad,

Que inunden mis dudas,

De que habrá algún mesías.

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"Perhabs the fishes deep in the sea looks upwards as we look into the universe"

"Tal vez los peces en el mar profundo vean arriba como nosotros tomamos un vistazo al universo".

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Something to remember my girlfriend...

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Ojala hubiese un filtro para verte por dentro, para que todos vean el asqueroso ser humano que llevas dentro...

-Heathen-wolfe

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Day #4

"Yeah this is my cock"

I took this picture a few weeks ago...I find it hilarious.

This last days I'd been thinking a lot about my life and my philosophy, well, what I've doing with all that involves my life. I know I already mention it , but my thoughts are in disorder.

Lately I've thinking about my ex, but like with some kind of melancholy , isn't like I was bombed with her memories , its just that I miss her and I thought what has been of her...

Also I've been thinking why do I writing this in English and not in Spanish. Well i think to make me understand with the most people this other language can offer me. I'm also apologizing for my bad English.

I follow some group of Mexican tradition to some sacred place were we praise "tonatiuh", the sun, we stay in a cave for the whole night without any sleep and then we go to the top and saw the sun's birth from the horizon. Then we pay a ceremonial dance and leave.

I don't know if someone is reading this, turn this in some kind of public diary, I want to spit all my stuff in here for a while, this post don't had a special significance , so keep scrolling.

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Day #3 / Strange love

Some image to attract attention.

I just don't know whats happening yesterday i was dreaming being in a kind of university-mall with my cousin, then for some reason I made a certain improvised date with my ex girlfriend , but she was with her boyfriend. I was all running around searching for her, hearing industrial music at far from certain contest of the industrial dancer's scene, but still I was hearing her voice in my head, when I finally arrive I found a lot of individuals making a rap contest , and I was still looking for my ex. I found a boy from my college and other duse I can't remember, but I never found my ex. I was excited but at the very moment I was about to see her, my alarm wake me up , and still i a recognize missing her.

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Day #2 /WTF...

I'm just here laying down in my bed, no more signs of depression , everything seems alright. I have quite awesome girl in my life and I start gaining purpose, but everything still feels kinda of empty , I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, every day it passes I feel like it was a waste for my life, I'm not feeling like I'm doing something productive, still I have this voice in my mind telling me to leave a legacy to be remembered for ever , like something to change the entire humanity. But I'm just an ordinary 18 years old boy that lives in a humble house in a neighborhood lost in the middle of nowhere. I know how to play the guitar , I know how to draw, I know how to write, still I feel mediocre. I don't have any money and the little amounts I have I just throw it directly to trash.

Something bizarre for reminding today.

No more to write, I'm just tired and tomorrow I have some big ass math exam.

I'm not feeling depression, but still I'm trapped in the samsara of my own life.

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Day #1

I'd just arrive this mourning to my house after a long ska festival. It feels empty , no one is here except the oldies that live in the rented apartment below my bedroom. All the lights are out and natural lighting gave the house a pretty creepy look. A mountain of plates are in the kitchen and seems to be there's a mess everywhere. Like if the whole house was sick of this...

After a long period were my depression basically were missing , it comes today to fuck my ass again. And I don't know what were wrong. I really have everything, just that I don't feel happy with that, yet I feel alone.

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H a i l S a t a n

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Quisiera ser como Moisés, para abrir el mar arriba de tus pies. Y luego abrirte tus puertas como caballo de Troya, y dejarte entrar toda mi polla.

[drunkenhills]

Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck

[konoko]

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Me

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“All of my close childhood friends died because of the bomb… so I wanted to write a fantasy with the atomic bomb as a theme.” -  Nobuhiko Obayashi

“Having the atomic bomb as a theme is a serious endeavour - even more so if you were born in Hiroshima in 1938. And yet, if you’ve seen Obayashi’s ‘House’ what you probably remember is the silliness - like the head of the hungry girl who takes one final bite, or the skeleton dance sequence, or the hungry piano. What you might not recall is any serious engagement with the atomic bomb. There’s the World War II backstory that the main character shares with their friends which involves the girl’s aunt who they are about to visit. The aunt loses her only true love in the war. The younger sister, who’s the main character’s mother, gets married. A photo is taken, a flash of light, and then an explosion of the atomic bomb which is on the screen for just two seconds. During the explosion, we hear one of the girls describe it as ‘cotton candy.’ Afterwards there is no more mention or footage of the bomb. In the entire film we only have these two seconds. “The film consists of two halves. The first half establishes the lightness of a new generation, born after the bomb. In a number of interviews, Obayashi has stated his desire to offer a sense of the bomb’s impact on the younger generation. The second half of the film is primarily dedicated to the non-sensical destruction of the girls. If we were to find the exact centre of this film, we would land on what I consider to be the most significant and telling scene. We see the convergence of identities played out in the mirrors: between two generations; between the past and the present; between the dead and the living.  “Part of the absurdity of the bomb that destroyed Hiroshima was its codename, Little Boy. Of course the greater absurdity was the scale of the destruction that happened in an instant - a flash of light, a whole population gone. Tim O’Brien writes that some things are so horrific that truth isn’t sufficient for the truth. The only way to convey it is with fiction so outlandish that it approximates the absurdity of true horror. “In the film, [the cat] Snowflake signals impending doom with a flash of light in her eyes. The first time we see Snowflake’s eyes flash green is when a photo is taken. Seen in this light, the atomic bomb is everywhere in this film.” - Kogonada (Trick or Truth)

ハウス | Hausu | House (1977) dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi

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Source : SCL Punk

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"Do you understand pain a little now? If you don't share someone's pain, you can never understand them. But just because you understand them doesn't mean you can come to an agreement. That's the truth"

-Pain