Reflexive sloth

Analysis on the consequences of economic crisis (facebook.com) and the sociological facts that lead such a crisis to (fashion blog) an extent that itself can harm powerfull economies and govenments (twitter.com). Similar economic crises have occured in the past (myspace.com), however with much less "damages" for most of the times (vogue.co.uk) were sharply foreseen (facebook.com again) and dealt with with the minimum after problems (msn conversation with john).

To continue, 00 's crisis is not one concerning economy and currencies only (msn conversation with linda) but foremost a crisis that puts significant reference to social aspects (msn conversation with sam) of life such as family, relationships, marriage (facebook again) child breeding, education and the minimum living standard. (coffee break)

Since the last market crisis, technological and scientific advances have occured, "huge" steps in the human progress have become real (cookie in the coffee break) and applicated in everyday life (twitter.com) so as to not only "help" everyday life to its total as well as to disorientate the stark majority of low educated people all over the world (myspace.com).

To conclude for the fist part of my analysis (water break) market and economic crises to their landslide are only a small aspect (msn conversation with tara) of the real crisis happening in the societies, even to societies (chat with a colleague) seemingly far away and unattached to the surficial problem (lunch break).

the clerk who wanted to be a poet

the never ending sundays
the very sleepy mondays
the deathly boring tuesdays
the very promising wednesdays
the liberating thursdays
the melancholic fridays
the sweet saturdays.

i renos.

who are all these guys and why the hell are they so tall. and why do they keep scratching my tummy. and why they never get the point to what i m barking about. and why does she keep brushing my hair and washing my fur even though my discontent about these things is absolutely obvious. and for what reason they shout when i shit on the carpet, it s not like i shitted on their head, and it s not like i have imprisoned them in a house without their will and taking them for a walk whenever i have the time and mood to do that. and where on earth have they found the right to cut of one of my precious "nuts" under thε name of less "cancer propabilities". and what is wrong with a little bit of sex now and then? it s not like i m gonna be an irresponsible father for the bastars - among all other thing - have the nerve to take that heaven gift away from me.

so really, i will shit and pie all over you manolos and puke all over your gallianos, unless you bring me "some" nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

man...i mean really...

beautifull bastards?

beautifull people
with no brain
and three niple'

no reason to date them
they listen to eminem
and never heard or rem

the girls are lazy
the boys hazy
they think that their beauty
is their only duty

stupid stupid fucked up
women with breasts like a cup
and arses full of fat

really when you see me you beautifull people
dont bother to talk to me
i mean
really.

poetic in despair

it is indeed a drag getting old
watching your face getting torn
wrinkles and freckles
spots and moles

they stand your way to total beautiness
in spite
maturity and wisdom

trade them at once
for the devil awaits
his hands in blood
his being at stake

the boys and the girls your monery are after
you don t really care

money and youth
go together
you ve lost by far the latter
so just donate the upper

your life a crashing bore
your job o constant horre
your mother a dictator
every day another chore

plainly fall into the water
cold as coffin
brown as coffee

hapiness is gone
and loneliness belongs
to everyone but you
so get crazy and young
all of it is fake
and all of the "you" is dead.

Shahdaroba

Where the Nile flows
And the moon glows
On the silent sand
Of an ancient land

When a dream dies
And the heart cries
Shahadaroba
Is the word they whisper low

Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
Means the future
Is much better than the past

Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
In the future
You will find a love that lasts

So when tears flow
And you don't know
What on earth to do
And your world is blue
When your dream dies
And your heart cries
Shahadaroba
Fate knows what's best for you

Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
Face the future
And forget about the past
Shahadaroba, Shahadaroba
In the future
You will find a love that lasts
Shahadaroba