a consciência é uma merda
e deus não existe

então para quê fazer o ‘bem’, para quê a humildade?

na relação com os outros o parecer ganha sempre ao ser

porquê, então?

porque 90% do tempo este perder me satisfaz, e torna a noite amiga

os restantes 10% são uma grandessissima porra, chateiam comó caraças, e tenho que me convencer com tangas destas


Marisa MonteSegue o seco


Segue o seco sem sacar que o caminho é seco
Sem sacar que o espinho é seco
Sem sacar que seco é o Ser Sol

Sem sacar que algum espinho seco secará
E a água que sacar será um tiro seco
E secará o seu destino seca

Ô chuva, vem me dizer
Se posso ir lá em cima pra derramar você
Ó chuva, preste atenção
Se o povo lá de cima vive na solidão

Se acabar não acostumando
Se acabar parado calado
Se acabar baixinho chorando
Se acabar meio abandonado

Simón del desierto

The ascetic Simón believes he is a sinner and decides to self-inflict a sacrifice, living like a hermit on the top of a pedestal in the middle of the desert to be closer to God and resist the temptations of the world.

O Meu Coração Jaz em Wounded Knee


"A more ripe and rank case of dishonorable dealings will never, in all probability, be found in our history."
United States v. Sioux Nation of Indians, 1980 Supreme Court

100 anos depois decidem que foi um roubo vergonhoso, e oferecem aos Índios o mesmo que ofereciam na altura, dinheiro.

Os Sioux continuam a recusar o dinheiro, e reclamam o direito à sua terra sagrada.

a olhar prós comboios

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourselves.

Choose your future. Choose life . . .
But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.



The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful.

They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them.



People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it.

Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid.



Basically, we live a short disappointing life; and then we die.
We fill up our lives with shite, things like careers and relationships to delude ourselves that it isn’t all totally pointless.



So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person.
But that's gonna change. I'm going to change. I'm gonna be just like you.

The job, the family, the fucking big television... the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener... good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance...mortgage,
washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas... getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.



lust for life