The respectlessness

To whoever once had manners and decided they were useless in everyday human-to-human interactions,so that they went on flushing the result of behaviouristical excerptions down the drain of involution: you suck!

I conclude it must be a strong-willed person to be able to convince so many poor souls that good manners are no longer a must-have.It may be just a local virus,spreading only in my neighbourhood,town,school,cafeteria,etc.; thus having a cure: (hopefully)soaking on culture one can find if he choses to. Or if he is fed that.

By the way,I googled “no manners” and the first images were paris hilton and a girl with yellow teeth..

How easy it is to be oneself

Where does this lead? We refrain from those basic gestures and needs that show the rudimentary of the homo-sapien while giving the impression of becoming an upper-human. A time waster it is.The echo of the primitive is still loudly ringing in the soul of the post-modern man. The state of constant requirement is a large tissue that maintains our standards of living and predicts our extinction.It is eventually discovered,even the upper-super-human has it,during the process of degradation,appearing exactly in  its humbling form as it did in the eras of our birth.

Tragically or not it is forgotten right after the loss of dignity occurs while fighting under the pressure of that social upheaval.

Mere thinking.

Matching the outside and the within to create the matchless bond of nature and man. We have no choice in feeling and sensing,as it is not ours to experience and recall. It is the spleen of the last decade that follows us into our grave of thoughts and we can not pursue its contrastial entity. Where’s the bliss of the new age? It must have vanished from our narrowed sight unto the world of those you really seek and see it. They say it is impossible to record all thoughts of a lifetime yet is our lifespan not based upon them?

Our upheaval is always the peak of the infinite. It never changes.We do.

Staring aimlessly

So helpless must he have felt,falling from the peak of life unto the pit of the non-living.My feline co-habitant and fuzz-pillow that recently kicked the bucket. Rest in peace,kitt’.

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Concerning other world issues that need to be debated to mere exhaustion,I need to make a connection with this Madonna-booing thing that seems to cover the media world,and not only. SO…okay,she was not particularly liked in our country and the climax of the show was presenting a slide show with M.Jackson,a ‘trick’ which was ultimately chosen  to entertain the audience..low I must say. I mean..if Madonna had died would M.J.  allow to roll a short-movie  starring the religious-undecided veggie maniac? Of course he wouldn’t because he wouldn’t need to introduce another well implemented media name just to boost his audience performance.

Well,whatever helps,right?

My first time..

…at posting

So here I stand,naked in the world of words, gazing helplessly towards a promiscuos future that may follow after this event. A girl never forgets her first time,so they say. So be it then. May this be remembered as the moment when I cut the red ribbon and am officially OPEN FOR BUSSINESS.

Many hours shall be spent searching for petrol in the desert of mind;even more shall be invested into figuring out how to use this FORCE.

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INTRO OVER. You may return.

The Force be with you.•Ê•