fate.

how do you know when you've made a good decision?
some say on instinct
some say out of righteousness
most would say out of planning

a lot would say from experience

then tell me how is it that:

people have been using the same source of energy
which have been obsolete for the past few decades

vise keeps you healthy in this state of future shock
but keeps you dangerously closer to your death

you've lost your love before
still you struggle for love again

you dont want to think it is what is

that you exaggerate to yourself and harness a life
worth more than what it seems
because you have to be and just feel alive

breathing keeps you still
but consciously thinking of it
is a diffrent story altogether

your actions disappoint your words all the time

because you are too slow
you are late
lazy
and not perfect

you tell yourself the deeds are breaking even;
dont take it hard on yourself
and all is full of love

you tell lies inside you

how can you know if you've made a good decision

when the experience of regret was such emaciation
to your soul
when your thoughts are but your own
though not for selfish reasons
and not just you alone

when actually
you can tell you've made a choice
that is good
that is decent
that can be of regret

if you

just

stop.

linggo tapos rural

waking up on a sunday afternoon
how lucky you are..
after everything else falls out
and everywhere we've been
(including me, myself and i)

some memories falter with tidbits of idioms and lies
and so they say
but its all true
fuck sobriety
for this one night showcased
will you be truly born again

too much cigarettes
too much weed
but there you really think
that you woke up after the catharsis

sometimes what you breathe
gets you high as it is
after seeing the stars on a post-drunk state
behind a moving car at 80/kph

and then..
the agony never seems to be over
as you realize you're broke again.
"bitter" seems really spelled "better"
the hangover is such an inspiration

and i'll take it
because the man next to me bleeding
is escaping the rain of bullets instead


"sun of nothing" is a name taken from the song by electric wizard
from the album "come my fanatics".
this post is inspired from morrisey's lyrics "everyday is like sunday"
and phil anselmo's lyrics "hard lines, sunken cheeks"

ill tell you about loneliness
once ive had three beers and 4 cigarettes
once you've smoked weed
to the very bone

you're never too late
but to wake up can be too early
too many excuses
and too many truths lied before

am i complaining?
not with this splitting headache i wont
and to think i was a bit of a good person once
i was a decent person once
was alive once
conscious once

once
upon
a time..

i am complaining.

death and his brother

ever thought of the feeling of how it is when you die?
maybe you can't really feel
or even maybe you just can't think at all;
nothing really matters
and maybe that's what we want it to seem when you're dead

what matters is..

everybody

needs

will

sleep.


(based on james o'barr's horror epic "the crow")

none.

stoned. cant sleep. 2 beers. still cant. now drunk.
then, wont sleep at all. work. dont waste time.
think and dont think at all.
finished more than before. time to outdo again.
time to be born again.
anger. hate. sadness. wrong.
the fuel has begun,
they remind you
of the battles lost
never to be won.

this blog is inspired by the comic book series "wasteland" by del close
and "the waste land" by t.s elliot and inigo mortality blog