Aborting life? That’s not a question.
It’s 2:18 AM and I still have some wine beside my mattress. This weekend, me and Miss T made a plan. We’ll have to wait for 15 years to see if it will work. But before that, september awaits us with bloody grape colored face.
In the last couple of weeks I got a number of comments from people that suggested that I should talk more about God. Ok, but not tonight. The fact is that I do respect everyone, so to satisfy their hunger about the issue of existing I’ll talk a little about life.
We all start our lives with the sexy premiss that we are all special, superior. And in my case that is true, I’m really not that sorry for the rest of you. I know that life is bitter when it reveals its emptiness and hopelessness but you still have to live it to the full. Yes, I understand that it’s crazy to make something good from a rectal that is empty and without hope. Yes, I understand that the one thing that races between your ears is the glorious possibility of aborting life in the arms of redemption or in this case, death. But it’s like having a self administrated pomp abortion in the 5′th month, a slow and bloody death. First your fetus dies and then you.
So what sounds crazier? To die in your own blood or to live this hopeless life? Until you find the answer I’ll travel around Europe and send you pictures of how this emptiness has its beautiful parts.
May 19, 2009 2:14 pm
2 Comments
Kid!
How the hell you want me to read this blog when all i see (after reading only a few lines) is LINES!!!! MY EYES!!!
Too much contract, kid!!!! Too white!!! Too black!!!!
It’s not a fair way to win a bet!
…I don’t find useful that images are changing! Some are to black and makes the text harder to read. It is a blog for people to read (so therefore you should focus it more on the text and make it easier to read) not to watch the photos of you. If they wanna see your photos they can check your flickr or other accounts you have.
It’s just an advice!
:)
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