thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


September 30, 2008

human condition, i suppose

what usually saddens me the most is not the global warming, the hungry kids in africa, the victims of hurricanes, earthquakes or hugo chavez (a natural disaster by his own right), my lack of luck in love affairs or the possibility of being forced to listen to buraka som sistema (a method of torture worst than waterboarding): no, what saddens me the most is to see someone so intelligent spending so much energy on a daily basis in trying to make an ass out of himself.

but let's admit it: he does one hell of a good job.

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on change (V)

and without avoiding the sarcasm: the trash bin of history doesn't feel as bad as i thought it would. and i'm not alone here anyways.

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on change (IV)

it was inevitable that a.'s change would affect me deeply (far more than i could ever anticipate), that nothing would ever be the same. so, nothing that happened (that happens) has really come as a big surprise - my world, it seems, was doomed from the start anyway. what i never thought was that it would reach beyond me, and shatter worlds that i thought safe. okay, that possibility is not that surprising if i think about it. but i never did, and that possibility never for a moment crossed my mind, not even in my wildest dreams. but i see it now, just as i've witnessed all the change. and it makes sense, actually it makes a lot of sense if you ask me, and all the piece of a.'s puzzle fit perfectly. you and me, my dear, we do have something in common: we both belong to the past. and when the change itself is the goal, to erase the past becomes more than an accident: it becomes a need. and that need forces everything that belongs to the past to become disposable. 

and people, after all, are disposable. believe me: when things reach that point, people are always the weakest link. we do pick up a handful of them, maybe even les, and allow them to stay with us as long as they ask no questions. everyone else is left behind, for the new world we're making has no room for them. for they do not belong - the change we forced in ourselves made them uninteresting, boring, tedious. annoying, even. we're a new person, after all (always wishful thinking). a cool person. we don't want to hang around with someone who reminds us of how miserable we used to be.

the funny thing is, the past is impossible to erase, and it often has a peculiar sense of retribution. a. will remember it sooner or later. it might be too late for you then, as it is for me already. but a. will remember it. and a. will despair over it. i'm bound to know that: been there, done that. still bear the scars, scars that shall never truly vanish.

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on ivory towers

the problem of living in an ivory tower is, eventually it will crumble. it doesn't matter what brings it down: it might be a sudden war, a storm, the erosion forced by the elements. it will fall - that's the only certain thing to consider. and when it does, those who dwelled within it shall know why it toppled over. then they shall understand the length of their mistakes, and everything that could have been done to prevent it from collapsing.

then, when it is too late.

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wavebreaker

the war has become elusive, a day-long game of hide and seek. i can't say i'm immune to it, because i'm know and i damn well know it. of course, all routines can be broken, but some of them require a bit more than a sledgehammer and a couple of minutes to be shattered. one day it will all be irrelevant to me, so irrelevant i won't even notice it any more, or so i hope. for the time being, it seems, i'm still doomed to see my eyes dropping, my fingers itching, and to keep in check some instincts that would most likely be self-destructive. but, mind you, i shall not break this time. not anymore - i've let it happen far more times than it should. this time i shall resist, just like a wavebreaker does: weathered by the waves and the tides and the storms; worn out on the outside; but rock-solid inside, unmovable through the years, oblivious to the elements. the game (the war) is not over yet, after all, and i'm positive i'm not going to be the one losing it when the fat lady sings.

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September 29, 2008

oh my god...

...this is so fucking brilliant!


(for those who might wonder, it's muse eight years ago, right after their first album, showbiz, was released, playing a live version of one of their best songs: uno. yes, i know matt - and the others - looks like a kid, but every one of us did eight years ago, i suppose.)

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September 23, 2008

maybe then i'll finally decide to leave

and tomorrow i shall know, once and for all, if this world has definitely become too small for me.

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i know that you know something that you think i don't know, but i should - and i do

confusing, hum?

truth be told, we are in the same situation, you and me. both of us know something that we'd rather not to. i don't know about you, mate, but as far as i'm concerned, i'm quite sure that my story will eventually backfire, and the damage caused shall be quite hard to repair. if it can be repaired at all, that is.

but it was truly funny to talk to you, you know? "yeah, i understand", you said. you think you do, of course, but that's just wishful thinking. for you don't know. not the whole story, at least; if anything, you might understand one of the reasons, only one, perhaps the less important one. 

anyway, the wall that exists between us shall stand tall and unbreached for a very long time. i know that you know too much; as such, the pauses and the silences will always be more relevant than anything else you might say. and that, unfortunately, is not likely to change. it could, of course, but for that to happen a third party would have to step in and get involved, and i'd have to crawl on all that shit again. and to be honest, i really can't be arsed to do that. it already smells bad enough as it is, standing there undisturbed. let's then leave it that way, so it won't stink any more than it already does.

and if the price of that choice is the sacrifice of a friendship, so be it. i'm willing to pay it.

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September 22, 2008

on villains

the telegraph wrote about the "50 greatest villains in literature". and directly from the world of science fiction and fantasy (at least as i see it, for some of the books i'll mention below are not generally acknowledged as belonging to the sf&f genres), we get:

satan, from john milton's paradise lost, in number 1;

voldemort, from j.k.rowling's harry potter, in number 5;

count dracula, from bram stoker's dracula, in number 13;

mr hyde, from robert louis stevenson's the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde, in number 20;

sauron, from j.r.r.tolkien's the lord of the rings trilogy, in number 25;

cthulhu, from hp lovecraft's the call of cthulhu, in number 26;

mrs coulter, from philip pullman's his dark materials trilogy, in number 35;

surtur, from david lindsay's a voyage to arcturus, in number 37;

o'brien, from george orwell's nineteen eighty-four, in number 41,

grendel's mother, from beowulf, in number 43;

the white witch, from cs lewis' the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, in number 45.

not a bad score. not at all.

(found the telegraph's article here, by the way)

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September 19, 2008

scrimmage of fools

there is nothing we can do now, you know? we got ourselves into that useless and bloody scrimmage, and what for? there was no reason for it, no reason to fight such a bloody battle. and yet we did, and we dug out trenches and we built our walls and we scattered land mines in the fields between us. and then the war was over, we stood still for a while then we resumed the peaceful relations. but it could never the same again, i suppose. the bloodshed was too great, and we cause too much damage. all the land between our now empty trenches is scarred, scorched and despoiled. it's all beyond healing.

it's now just a matter of time till we vanish from each other's world, for everything that keeps us together is the memory of a past that shall never return.

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September 18, 2008

the food chain

i'll be on the top of it one day. and from now on, that will be the damned purpose of my life.

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September 17, 2008

backstab

i know it's no longer my world. i know i belong there no more, and i shall never be there again. i know i've slashed all bonds that survived the storm. and yet i can't help but feel backstabbed by the sudden, unjustified and silly change i've witnessed. somethings are meant to change; others are good because they evolve within themselves, getting better as the years go by.

old doesn't mean outdated. go and tell this to the deaf-mutes of the new generations. 

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on predictability

some things are so predictable that they aren't even funny to start with. and some people are so predictable that even when they deny something everyone with two active brain cells can figure out what's coming next. i'll shut up now though, or otherwise i'll start repeating myself. besides, it's getting late, and i better head off to bed right away. cheerio!

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September 16, 2008

hole

do you know those moments when you say something casually that you shouldn't say in any circumstance, because it hurts the person you're talking to and you didn't know it?

... right. find me a hole, please, so i can jump in right away.

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shamelessly stolen...

from here. i'm sorry, but i can't resist - this slogan is damned good to be missed!



and now, if you excuse me, i'm going out to buy beer. i must keep the hope high.

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the glass ceiling

judge me as much as you like, but mind the glass ceiling that hangs over your head.

... or the mirrored altar where you stand, for that matter.

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September 15, 2008

stupidity is easy, and that's why people stick to it so much.

it's so, so easy to pass judgement on the first impression. we see a picture, we listen to a couple of soundbytes, we read half a paragraph - or half a sentence, in some situations -, and voilà, we have officially created an unshakable truth. a smart-assed truth, that is, for most of times we know to little to even understand if we like it or not, let alone to judge and condemn. we do not learn though. or rather, we do learn, but not fast enough, and we seldom learn the right lessons, for the wrong ones are som much easier to learn. and there we are, back to how easy stupid things are.

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whatever turns you on, whatever gets you up

we were talking about music gigs - more specifically, about radiohead's gig in barcelona, back in june. and my friend said he heard it has been really a bad show. mostly due to the band's "obsession" about global warning and shit alike, which made'em play not too high, not to create too much sound disturbance (this is silly, i agree, but global warming seems to drive people insane, what can we do about it?). but also, said my friend, because some songs were not played - especially creep, a long-time favourite of myself and probably their most well-known song. he did have a point, i believe, but to be honest, i like it when a band has the guts to leave the old successes behind and try something new. i mean, it would be easy for radiohead to make a gig that everyone would enjoy - they just had to go by the book and follow their most known and awarded hits, like creep, karma police, and so on. but they like to innovate, and so, very good songs like creep and paranoid android are replaced by other great songs that happen to be less known, like bangers and mash (my new favourite, this song makes my blood run high in my veins), bodysnatchers or jigsaw falling into pieces. it's a fair trade, if you ask me.

it's pretty much like a band with great new songs going backwards to play the relics of the past. remember the live album hullabaloo, by muse? they haven't played plug in baby or newborn back then, but the gig included the less known megalomania, screenager, and two songs never played before to open and to finish the show: the b-sides dead star and agitated, respectively. and it was fucking brilliant. or, for a closest example, the last i saw them live here in portugal: it was a short gig (one hour, only, what a shame), and they left out butterflies and hurricanes and muscle museum. okay. they played feeling good (which is a cover, by the way). in the wembley gig recorded in the album haarp, they introduced micro cuts (i'd do anything to hear this live again) and unintended. fucking brilliant, again. 

a band doesn't need to live forever on its glories. a good band, that is. i've never seen radiohead, but i'm sure that their show won't lose anything if they don't play the song creep. as i'm also sure muse could do an epic gig only by playing songs that were never singles and b-sides. it's just a matter of attitude and audacity, really.

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September 14, 2008

warrior?


sometimes. 

(my apologies to the author of this drawing - which i loved when i found it - but i don't know who he or she might be. found the drawing randomly through google image search, and would be most pleased to include the credits of this wonderful picture - poke me by mail if you find this.)

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but left to its own devices it continues in a delirious void.

the rest of the quote here. hits the mark, as per usual.

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beyond good and evil (I)

we might know the actor johnny depp better for his recent role as captain jack sparrow in the pirates of the caribbean movies - a great performance, no doubt about it. but to be honest, the role of his life was not jack sparrow - it was something he did with tim burton eighteen years ago.



and seeing the movie again, almost eighteen years since the last time, i couldn't help but feel it was even better than i remembered - definetely one of the best movies i've ever seen (as someone said, if this had been the only movie by tim burton, it'd have been worth his life), with one of the most impressive characters ever made. for edward is beyond good and evil, beyond love and hate, beyond any absolute feeling. he is what he is, a mesh of flesh and bone and guts, always incomplete, always without a place in the world. funny that in a way, he kinda reminds me of someone i know all too well...

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September 13, 2008

(not) breaking the waves

the first bond was broken ages ago, perhaps far before than we noticed. the second bond was broken now, when one of us was forced to take a step forward and leave the others behind. we can still see each other, of course; but it will merely be a matter of time until the tide rises to overwhelm us both.

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speed limit: 120km/h or 75mph

and this blog has a motorway now. welcome aboard, mate!

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September 11, 2008

where's ginny anyway?

all, right, vera, then you shall be named. and our coffee won't be postponed to october's rain, rest assured (what about this weekend? tomorrow night?)

now, miss hermione (lol, this reminds me one of the funniest conversations i've had in the last months - wonder where malfoy is?), here harry potter from escs is wondering, where the hell is my ginny weasley?

heh.

and of course i'll read george's martin's books - i've met him, after all, so i have one extra reason to read him (i'm quite curious, actually). will also start reading one of these days robert jordan, marion zimmer-bradley, and would like to know the sci-fi stories doris lessing wrote (even though sci-fi wasn't obviously the reason why she won the nobel prize). but before... i have to read the rest of joan vinge's books. only three left anyway - just need to go and order them, really.

margarida: so you see, you're most welcomed to join us for coffee. but be forewarned: there will be some book smuggling going on under the table.

oh, and by the way: as readers of this blog, you're both invited to write a post (or more, if you feel like it) for it. the idea is, write something that crosses your mind, and mail it to me. i'll publish it will all the credits, and your post will be linked on the guest stars section right there on the right. oh, and i won't take a "no" as answer. :)

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poker face

poker face: a face showing no expression and revealing nothing about what somebody is thinking or feeling, as that of a good poker player.

i wish i could have one. it would be so useful.

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September 10, 2008

this ain't a "quoth the raven #" post because i can't be arsed to translate

but this post is one of the most brilliant things i've ever read in the blog-thing in the last six years.

*as a matter of fact, that blog is one of the best (if not the...) that i've ever read.

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epic day

i told you, there's a crazy scientist living within me - and he's overexcited about something that might well be one of the most important events of the century: the switching on of the large hadron collider (lhc) at cern's laboratories in geneva, switzerland.

for those who don't know (go to google news immediately, and make some media research on the subject), the lhc is basically a particle accelerator, a device that, surprisingly enough, accelerates particles smaller than an atom. cern's particle accelerator lies under the city of geneva: imagine a twenty-seven kilometre wide ring of mesh and metal buried somewhere between fifty and hundred and fifty metres below the city. so basically that's it. the switching on of the device will send a beam or magnet-driven particles running in circles at near-light speed. for now. soon, scientists will send another beam to the race, this one running in the opposite direction. and out of the particle's collisions, scientists expect to emulate the seconds that followed the big bang. but there's more: they also expect to unveil the secrets of dark matter, antimatter, supersymmetry.... all this while they don't have to bother about keeping their beers cold, for the lhc is cold enough itself (some minus two-hundred and something degrees).

fascinating, isn't it?

now there has been some uproar about this experiment. there is a small (really small) chance the lhc can create a black hole. yes, a black hole: most people seem to think that a black hole is a wicked whirlwing living in the outer space that does nothing but to swallow asteroids, coments, planets and even stars though is ravenous mouth, sending them to kingdom come. while this is not completely wrong, it isn't also quite true: what exactly are black holes i know not, but they simply have a very powerful gravitational pull (so powerful that it can even bend light to its will), and curiously enough, is that gravitational pull that makes the core of many galaxies - including ours - active. yes, out little milky way, apparently, has a mean black hole - or rather, a supermassive black hole (not muse's song, mind you) - in its spinning core. anyway, chances are little that the lhc can make even a microscopic black hole that would consume itself up right after its creation, let alone a black hole big enough to swallow the earth and the solar system. which matters not for many - in all the ages of manking, heralds of doom were never in short supply, after all. many people, including scientists, have tried to stop cern's acceleration of particles in court - all to no avail, thankfully. others consider the project's cost obcene: some eight billion euros, which is something like 0,00-something of the world's gdp. peanunts, i say, considering what's at stake. stephen hawking said something like, if the human race can't afford this, then it doesn't deserve the "human" title. quoted for truth.

of course, some quicky drew their pointy fingers to the revered scientist: with the money cern has burned into the device, many children could be saved from starvation. i know it's a silly argument, since both things are not even remotely connected, but coherence was never an issue to any herald of woe. the problem is not how many is spent in science (too little if you ask me); it's rather how many is not spent on helping out. and, of course, the big problem is how many money western countries give for helping out countries, and how those countries' corrupt leaders take it all for themselves, leaving their people in misery, but this would be too much i suppose. others say that spending eight billion euros in a particle accelerator is a waste of money, since no real outcome will come out of those experiments - as if knowledge was not enough of an outcome. 

some people really never change.

anyway, i've written to much about it, and even though i like science a lot, i understand little of it, so i'll redirect you now for some articles on the media about the lhc and cern:

this one, on the times - be sure to read the comments, they're hillarious.
this one, on the independent.

this one, in (brazilian) portuguese, in o globo.

for an even better laugh, check the comment left by readers on some portuguese newspapers' websites. like this one, and this one, in público.


for further information, check wikipedia. you'll find pretty much everything about it in a way that even my turtle would understand.

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in touch

just to introduce to everyone* another friend of mine (perfectly identified, thank god), whose blog is now stuck in my link list. she's also a friend from the university years, one of the few with whom i'm still in touch. wonders of the internet!

and yes, lady, as far as i'm concerned, you may join us - haven't seen you in a long while too!

anyway, welcome!

*everyone = the five people who read this blog regularly. and she's included in those five. woah, i have big audience!

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denial and backbone

some people are predictable. period. that's something that cannot change, that will never change, no matter what happens to them, no matter how hard they try to change. they were, are and will be predictable. 

and someone's predictability can often be seen in denial. that's right - denial. if you get to know someone who fiercely denies the possibility of something to happen to him or her, mark my words: it will happen. and when it does, those who denied it will shamelessly embrace it as if it was the best thing in the world.

and i laugh to their lack of backbone.

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September 09, 2008

the blog-thing-world (i'm out of my mind today)

computer is crazy today. anyway. i was going to say that *she* has a blog. had written this before, but somehow browser went berserk and the blogger's auto-save system didn't work (this is scaring the crap out of me, i swear). anyway, this post is meant only to welcome this good friend of mine to the blog-thing-world (get a name! i don't want to refer to you as "she" whenever i quote you - and considering what you've written so far, i'll surely do it quite often). just to introduce the rest of the readers: *she* is one of the few people i met at university i'm still in touch with, and also one of the few i don't think i'll lose any time soon. she is also responsible for me to read the harry potter series, something i delayed for years. so basically she's shown me my mistake (i loved the books).

now tell me, dear, when shall we have our coffee?

oh, and since you were the one who introduced me to rowling's universe, here's something for you:


found it in this web address. started by the author's page, lberghol, but got lost along the way - i think i crossed a lot of deviant art profiles during my browsing. anyway, found some pretty cool fan art. check it out.

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when you look down, look again

i was walking in the subway station when my eyes froze on a girl who was walking ahead of me. yeah, happens to all blood-red males out there, and to be honest, the girl had one hell of a butt. and her high heels made it even better. so my eyes froze on her butt, and i couldn't look anywhere else. and i wondered, how did she look like? must be pretty, i thought.

and then she turned around, and to my big surprise, she was an old friend i hadn't seen for months. really. hello, john! how are you?, she asked. i'm good, i replied, still in shock. how haven't i noticed her before is something that amazes me, really.

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cumulonimbus

i was smoking a cigarrette out in the balcony when a thread of thought started to form: drowning. yeah, in that moment i felt like drowning. not that i know how drowning feels like (or i wouldn't be here not, at this late hout, writing this smart-assed words), but well, somehow i felt like sinking into the water, and falling into panic and despair. and struggling - and the more i struggle, the more i sink into the bleak dephts, the further away i get from the surface where i can breathe again.

this was supposed to be the point when i left the balcony and sat again in front of the computer. then i thought not drowning, i mean.... that's silly, i can't even swim (which is true, by the way). quicksand. yeah, i gave it a second thought. quicksand. quicksand. kinda like the word, and the meaning is pretty much the same. but then i thought, oh well, perhaps i could go to google images and see some pictures, perhaps could even check wikipedia and see what they say about quicksand. 

and so i did.

and i ended up spending the last hours reading about the dead sea, the aral sea. and then the great salt lake, the black sea, the mediterranean sea, the red sea, the tethys ocean, the pacific ocean, the great rift, volcanoes, tornadoes, waterspouts, cloud formations (cumulonimbus and such), supercells and lightning bolts. really, browsing wikipedia sometimes males me wonder, why on earth have i followed journalism? i mean, i might well be one big waste of a biologist, or a geologist. or something like that.

and now i should put links to all these subjects, but to be quite honest i can't be arsed to do so. maybe tomorrow.

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getting away with it

yes, the wounds hurt, and the backstabs that followed the first downfall hurt even more. and yet what pains me is not the crime itself, but the fact that there was no punishment, and probably there will never be. some deeds go unpunished - it's sad, but it's true. and while the victim falls into despair, the criminal laughs and goes on with his or her life oblivious to the damage caused, as if it was nothing. that sucks big time, i tell you.

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September 08, 2008

pictures of your own

i didn't remember those pictures were there. to be honest i didn't remember them at all, but it all came back to me as soon as my eyes saw them on the old screen. and that was not without surprise, how after so long i came to find them there, in the most unlikely of the places. and it's all so distant now, there's no mistake in the black-and-white: those pictures are shards of the past stuck in the present, gone for so long and while so many things have changed. i was shocked to find them, so shocked all of a sudden, in a time and a place where i was not quite expecting to find anything related to the old days, to the lost days, to the days that shall never come back.

and it's funny how there are always those little things that run out of our control, isn't it? try as we might, we can never erase the past. we can cleanse all the remnants of it, purge our lives thorougly. in the end we will forget something, we always forget something, and when we least expect we're slapped in the face. and we say we didn't see it coming. ah, screw it. let's get back to a eight-year old lesson: the only way to forget it to always remember.

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September 05, 2008

it gets me all the time



feeling good, by muse in the album origin of symmetry, 2001

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0526/rain

it was raining back then, too, when i left; but in that night i welcomed the rain, i embraced the teardrops of the skies and begged them to wash everything away - not the hatred and the despair that were overtaing me, but all that was left of good and pure and warm within me. back then i wanted it all to die, i wanted the rain and the night to rip it all off me and to leave it to die under the storm. i should have known better though, for some things cannot simply be killed. some things cannot simply die - they last and they last, until tomorrow and the day after tomorroy, endlessly hurting, endlessly bleeding. they still bleed, the wounds open in that rainy night, and i guess they will hurt and bleed forever. not much of a choice there, i suppose. somethings are simply not meant to be any other way.

but i will still embrace the rain.

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September 04, 2008

on diamonds (fake ones)

now i can't see where the hell did all that came from. i mean, it used to cast such a light to me that it almost bound me. some time ago i wouldn't have thought about it twice if i had been given a chance to walk towards that light; and now i see its source again, and it's all lost. gone. the precious diamond turned out to be ordinary, common and absolutely uninteresting. why it kept me under its spell for so long i know not; but i do know it's all over. i'm glad it was a fake one.

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misconception

in the end it never goes as he plan, no matter how carefully we set up everything. sometimes we can't get others excited enough about it, keeping the whole thing from going forward. and sometimes we magically get everyone overexcited, and it all goes hectic after some point. i don't know, but it pissed the hell out of me, and i did nothing to hide that feeling (as a matter of fact, i don't think i could). so this is what screws me up big time: to do something, i usually need support (meaning, i need to feel it's worth the trouble by someone's interest on it). but now and then it's that support who ends up killing it for me, thus ruining the whole idea.

oh well. 

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summer rain

how i missed the sweet scent of the summer rain.

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chaos will always prevail. it is better organized.

thoughts and chaos by

  • john raynes
  • [ jeraynes[at]gmail[dot]com ]

present past:

  • suicide note
  • euphoria and broken glass
  • tear drop
  • requiem for lothorethiel
  • self-inflicted pain
  • the girls we followed home
  • untamed
  • the stand alone friend

guest stars:

  • anonymous
  • delerium14
  • alice
  • shelyra
  • jill
  • virginia

second home:

  • jardim de micróbios
  • viagem a andrómeda

friends:

  • Damn, life, you scary!
  • era um manual de instruções, por favor
  • hoje voltei a ver
  • i'm just killing time
  • lady chatterley
  • tudo e nada

personal favourites:

  • a lei seca
  • aurea mediocritas
  • complexidade e contradição
  • locus amoenus
  • ouriquense
  • postsecret
  • the tugboat complex
  • vontade indómita

early morning laughs:

  • bug comic
  • sinfest
  • xkcd

politically speaking:

  • blasfemias
  • delito de opinião
  • estado sentido
  • o insurgente
  • portugal dos pequeninos
  • 31 da armada

outside world:

  • a forum of ice and fire
  • dead air space

recent chaos:

  • Eulogy
  • Spaceport
  • Lifeless
  • Undertow
  • Smoke and mirrors
  • Mistakes
  • Cast no shadow
  • Love will tear us apart
  • Lady Winter
  • Music doesn't really get any better than this

the past (un)perfect:

  • October 2005
  • November 2005
  • December 2005
  • January 2006
  • February 2006
  • March 2006
  • April 2006
  • May 2006
  • June 2006
  • July 2006
  • August 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • November 2006
  • December 2006
  • January 2007
  • February 2007
  • March 2007
  • April 2007
  • May 2007
  • June 2007
  • July 2007
  • August 2007
  • September 2007
  • October 2007
  • November 2007
  • December 2007
  • January 2008
  • February 2008
  • March 2008
  • April 2008
  • May 2008
  • June 2008
  • July 2008
  • August 2008
  • September 2008
  • October 2008
  • November 2008
  • December 2008
  • January 2009
  • February 2009
  • March 2009
  • April 2009
  • May 2009
  • June 2009
  • July 2009
  • August 2009
  • September 2009
  • October 2009
  • November 2009
  • December 2009
  • January 2010
  • February 2010
  • March 2010
  • April 2010
  • May 2010
  • June 2010
  • July 2010
  • August 2010
  • September 2010
  • October 2010
  • November 2010
  • December 2010
  • January 2011
  • February 2011
  • March 2011
  • April 2011
  • May 2011
  • June 2011
  • July 2011
  • August 2011
  • September 2011
  • October 2011
  • November 2011
  • December 2011
  • January 2012
  • February 2012
  • March 2012
  • April 2012
  • May 2012
  • June 2012
  • July 2012
  • September 2012
  • December 2012

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