but I'm afraid nothing that you'd really care.
So, just get away.
Sincerely and yours truly,
William.
Nunca he sido un pesimista. Solo un optimista con pésima suerte.
Formspring
Fotolog
Myspace
Blogger
LastFM
Words out for me?
sometimes…
Just no. It’s all about the meaning. Doesn’t matter if average people does or does not understand.
Maybe that’s the reason Lennon couldn’t stand you Andy. I’m sorry for you.
(via freestyledlife)
New Batman: Arkham City details uncovered
Having delivered the best Batman game ever Rocksteady Studios is working at not just repeating their success from Arkham Asylum, but at taking the sequel in new directions.
Never finished the first Arkham :/
I should place it on my list for the games I want to play when the semester ends.
When I played the demo it was pretty good. Although it did need some work on feeling less like a tank. But it’s ok. This time Batboy is pretty much a tough bud with real bold body and moves.
Ok, enough of my opinions.
The Godfather
This is a movie which everyone should at least watch once in life. The things exposed truly matter. Truly fucking matter.
Four Winds-Bright Eyes
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There’s people always dying trying to keep them alive
There’s bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She’s standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four Winds blowing through her hair
But when Great Satan’s gone… the Whore of Babylon…
She just can’t sustain the pressure where it’s placed
She caves
The Bible’s blind. The Torah’s deaf. The Qu’ran is mute.
If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth
Still they’re pouring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It’s knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes
It’s the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can’t contain all of that empty space
It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.
Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, “You’d better look alive”
And now it’s off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.
Her Four Winds leveling the pines
But when Great Satan’s gone, the Whore of Babylon
She just can’t remain with all that outer space
She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.
If I’m not fully ok when listening to this song, it can make me drown. There is something about this song that I can’t control…
(Source: slaughterhousefive, via wordsaroundtown)
WHAT WAS YOUR:
1. Last beverage: Huge water glass.
2. Last phone call: …
3. Last text message: …
4. Last song you listened to: Slaughter of the soul from At the gates.
5. Last time you cried: Yesterday.
6. Dated someone twice: I never date, or more precisely no one wants to date me. But I can’t call what i do a date so this is becoming a long answer that ends now.
7. Been cheated on: Have the kind of feeling that yes, but I’m not really sure of it. Too long ago to really care now.
8. Kissed someone & regretted it: Never. One can never regret things when they are truly felt.
9. Lost someone special: Lots of times.
10. Been depressed: This question should be “Been undepressed?”
11. Been drunk and threw up: Once, but Alan and my friends will never forget that day…
This shot is from today. After walking for two hours or so, I decided to lay back against this wall in one of the most hostile neighborhoods from this city, and yes I dared to take my cam out and take some shots from my perspective.
My nostrils exhaled hot air and my chest felt like about to bend and let me down there unconscious. I had aspirins in my pocket but no water at all so the aspirins kept inside the pocket until I got home and ditched them where they are now.
Why is it that always i want to fix something I end up in the worst way around it? As things go, the cops lost my car’s circulation card, they’re just a bunch of idiots who tell me to go to the next one and check, but I did already made my homework and check’d in every place, even the vehicular central. FUCK.
All I have in my stomach is a peach and some cookies I bought while walking. I got my mp3 player with me and listened to Down, Foo Fighters and Elliott Smith in the way.
One bus driver ignored me when I made the stop signal. The cops obviously are not my friends any more, well just the ones from the small office in the corner of the park (starting today).
My eye started to bitch when I finally arrived the bus to make my way home and I used the patch. It worked. But people never looks at your face when you use a patch hahahaah.
Ok. Maybe I’ll post the other shots I took in a while.
Another shot from today.
This one got my attention because of the message. It reads “No la piense mal, el arte H75 92 Mexico”.
Which could be translated as “Don’t thin it too much, the art H75 92 Mexico”.
I wonder who did this, I’d be his friend.
Another one from today’s infinite walk. I wanted to mimic this photo:
http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9brrxu1RI1qz7e7fo1_400.jpg
But I was afraid the people inside the bus would feel aggravated (and the man right by my side did make a strange face when I took the shot…)
Last night we had a storm here. A storm with thunder, lightning, and furious wind waving with powerful rain.
I stood at my door endlessly, wanting to have one thunderstrike.
—Someone named William.