"closer to the core"

"the world is a vampire"

"cuackery"

"..."

martens

I've been reading, observing and you can say "re-descovering" the world of fashion and consumism and i gotta say - its pretty damn tempting... Well, im not sure if i can call it tempting, due to the fact that i was already lured into it, cuac, not good at all. Im still waiting for my dr. martens to come home, but its a bittersweet feeling. I love to give myself reasons for going back to the place i was a year ago, but i know its always bs, so ill try to keep my mind in other more relevant sectors of life.
It makes me wonder if this is the right thing, i mean, stopping my consumism (to a certain degree) doesnt make me as happy as wearing a new pair of boots or trying out a dress. Shoould i give up that happyness and guilty pleasure just because it is indeed guilty? or should i continue with my normal lifestyle, knowing that there will be a worldwide turning point, where i am going to be obligated to change my egocentric mentality and please nature (and ourselves, in a healthier way). These are the small, almost non-existante roads of my mind that make me go crazy, but i know my ideals never win... it is upseting and i feel like deceiving myself most of the time, but sometimes i just wonder - what is myself? - the fact that i choose the selfish, cunning, part of me means that that is the real me? or im I the ideals i stand for most of the times? can i be both? no.

Star- crossed Lovers

Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet shows us the obstacles between the relationship of two lovers in the Medieval Times. A forbidden love triggers a series of different aspects that affect not just the couple, but the people around them and even an entire society. These obstacles can be shown in three layers which are: psychological, social and global. The reasons for Romeo’s and Juliet’s failure go from global problems like fate and time and pass through a social issue like lack of advice to finally arrive in a more personal obstacle like deficiency of communication.
Since the beginning of the book the audience was given the idea that the relationship between Romeo and Juliet was never going to be successful. The first visible obstacle was fate, followed by time. These star crossed-lovers tried to contradict their incontrovertible destiny by turning their lives into misery just for the sake of having each other. It wasn’t meant to happen and like always we are not the ones who decide what happens next, the stars are the ones that control every aspect of our being. The Montague’s and Capulet’s feud forced Romeo and Juliet to make everything in a hurry and at the same time they isolated themselves to a point were they had no one that could give them advice. The lack of time was a mayor obstacle in their relationship and it was possibly the reason why they got married. If Juliet wouldn’t have been obligated to marry Paris, she wouldn’t have married Romeo when she did. Bad timing was the reason for such a tragic ending. If they would have had even just a few minutes it’s possible that the ending would have been completely different, but again, it was meant to happen that way.
Communication always plays an important role in every relationship. Any type of relationship that can possibly exist needs it to interact healthily. People can talk a lot and tell stories to each other but communicating is much different. It turns into a hard thing to do when the receiver has a totally different point of view, and it’s unable to understand the message. The communication-breakdown in Romeo and Juliet is splited into two categories: light and heavy and Friar Lawrence. The differences between Romeo and Juliet are described as light and heavy, due to the fact that they are complete opposites and that their personalities are always described as either one of those. The heaviness and the terribly puzzling way in which Romeo speaks is a challenge for everyone who is trying to understand it. It can go be from a poor, uneducated servant to Juliet, but Romeo keeps boasting himself with oxymorons and puns that at the end mean nothing to anyone.
In the other hand, Juliet is completely straight forward and communicates with direct sentences that contain powerful meaning. These two ways of interacting prevent each other from understanding what it is necessary for them to hear. Behind the rush in their relationship and their lack of communication we find Friar Lawrence, the puppet master of this relationship and the only person who both Juliet and Romeo trust in. The friar takes advantage of the “love” between them and uses it to become a hero by joining the Montague’s and the Capulet’s together. Friar Lawrence was the only one who had the power to control the communication between Romeo and Juliet and he managed to manipulate it according to his needs and goals.
Juliet said it herself when she felt her relationship was Romeo was going to fast “this is too unadvised” and it was unadvised indeed. What at the beginning seemed to be two people perfectly surrounded by friends and family ended up reducing to two completely isolated lovers. Little by little the true intentions of every character towards Romeo and Juliet were revealed.

Medieval Love

The Canterbury Tales is a mixture of radically different personalities combined to give us an idea of sundry philosophies of life at the Medieval Times. The concept of love is one of the main themes of this book, despite the fact that every character sees it differently. There are four tales that contradict themselves completely, as a result of each of their author’s persona.
The Knights tale shows distinctly the authors purest value which is honor among brothers. At simple sight there appears to be a love triangle in this story, however the only love shown is fraternal and the woman doesn’t participate in any decision making. Knights always fight for honor in first place and this tale is not an exception. Brotherhood seems to be the only pure love that should exist.
The Women of Baths personality is exposed when pleasure appears to be the main value in a relationship in which women have complete control. Men are powerless and are seen as boy-toys through this lady’s eyes, as a result women are materialistic and possessive. The concept of seeing your husband as an equal is completely banished and forbidden from this story, because the author is the epicenter of strength herself. Its posible to say that love is very present in this tale, not as tender or caring, but as sexual pleasure and lust.
The Clerks conservative philosophy of life leads to a tyrannical point of view in which love is just proven by agreeing to everything men say. It’s basically the abolishment of every right a woman might posses and turning them into a lifeless object. His mind is a place in which equality is totally off the table and “The end justify the means” is applied in everything. It might be possible that love may not be involved in any way in this tale, on the contrary is the pleasure that control gives that keeps the show going.
As a businessman, the Franklin shows his trustworthy point of view by telling a story about promises and equality. This is the only tale in which there’s actually a balance between both sexes, and were everyone treats the people surrounding them with respect. Maturity and self responsibility play a gigantic role in this tale, considering the fact that is the only place were in can be seen in the four different stories. Love as we see it, reliable and comforting, can be observed all throughout the tale and it is seen as a reward for truth.
It is impossible to generalize the concept of love at the Medieval Times. The relativity that this word involves makes every definition posible too vague. Sadly, love can have infinite meanings and they all depend on the connotation that each person gives it. Even if relativity is the key of making an interesting experience in this world, and the motor that impulses society it would be extremely interesting as well to be able lo give love a universal meaning. Although, at the end we end up creating a personal definition based on experience and ideals.

joven politico

por si en algun momento me separe de esta persona, quiero saber q estaba hablando de un joven politico q probablemente llegue a ser presidente de la republica y cambie casi x completo el sistema. (porsupuesto despues de haber estado miles de veces en la carcel, pero no x corrupcion, sino x defender sus ideales * no hay una moral absoluta*) y andrea... cuando lea esto y tenga no c cuantos a;os, piense en lo idiota q fue x dejarlo ir o si quiere sea positiva y vea todo lo q aprendio y disfruto cn el. Recuerde q su excentricidad le fascinaba y no tenia taboos, sus ideas revolucionarias y su perspectiva de las cosas la intrigaba y a la vez la volvia loca cn sus atackes de lujuria y mordiscos en la espalda*

cuac

lo quiero se;orito lector <3

left hand path

me encantaria saber q me trajo aki. q es lo q me impulsa a ir a la monta;a y perderme en el bosque. q es lo q me une a la tierra. como llegue a confiar en el aire. xq veo el mundo espiritual basado en las fuerzas de la naturaleza? nadie nunca vino a decirme" vea! esto es Wicca, gnostisismo, thelema, paganismo, tradiciones celtas, nda. x eso es q pienso q estoy en este camino x algun proposito. es extra;o pero no confio en lo q la luna me dijo el año pasado... aun no le tengo confianza, eso no debe ser bno. o tlvz era mi subconciente. probablemente eso fue, deberia confiar en el. arg aleister. tlvz si me metiste en esto. stairway to heaven.finca.songbrid.brook. laughter. cuac no hay nda mas q decir

Wrapped in shrieking thoughts

The coldness of the autumn breeze seemed to make his pale legs tremble that morning. I was lying on the dry sharp grass waiting for him to undergo his horrid but necessary journey. I had merely seen him a couple of times before this day, but I clearly remembered the rosy color of his cheeks, a beauty that in everyone else’s eyes had mysteriously disappeared today, but it was an easy task for me to see the excruciating fear that his eyes reflected. He wasn’t nearly ready for the blood-bath he was about to experience, and not just as a witness, but he was going to be the one in charge of the degrading slaughter. Its possible that my sixth sense was acute that day or I was paranoid, but I swear that dread invaded the air I was breathing when that innocent boy passed by me on his way to the slaughter-house. I could see the clouds forming crossed rivers pouring thick, red liquid over me, and the grass that had once poked my back was now starting to rip my shirt, it almost felt like the blades of a thousand scalpels running across my flesh.
Every step he was taking became an ever heavier burden sculpted out of guilt. It looked like his feet gained twenty pounds with every step closer to the old, reeking shed. The claustrophobic building was made out of recycled, rottening wood that through the years had gained the knowledge of a million screams and the dry, smelling blood on the wood cracks was its proof. Thousands of animals had entered that humid shed alive and came out not as living things, but as scrumptious treats for the closed minded. The shivering boy stared at the cracking door with eyes wide open that gave away the immeasurable fear that flowed through his body, his pupils screamed with anger; his vibrant eyes were the doors that lead me to his anxiety.
He paused for some seconds and stared at the rusty hinges while he seemed to be wrapped in morbid, unpleasant thoughts of what the future awaited him with. In an attempt of hiding his so called “weakness” he entered with strong steps, followed by his uncle. Ignoring the smells that appeared from the closed spaces of the building, he grabbed the bloody, wooden handle and inspected its swiftness. While forming part of this egocentric play the sight of his uncle untying the rope that held tight the neck of the almost chocking animal stunned him. The terrifying song the scared pig sang was made out of shrieks and it was at this moment that the he started being aware of his ghastly environment.
The air began to thicken with every breath, and his hands started getting clammy to the point that the handle stuck to his skin. Every second seem to be another gruesome dejavu. He had been dreaming about this day since the old man next to him, he who he called “Uncle”, had trusted him with the honor of literally bringing the meat to the table. This being a ritual of transition that had been in his family since he had memory. The young boy didn’t know if the increasing heart beats and cold sweat were just a product of his imagination or if they were his actual diagnostic, a diagnostic with no need for an explanation. The grey storm that was forming in his mind was conformed by a mixture of incomprehensible thoughts, that at this point didn’t even had importance, because there was no moral influence of any kind that could keep him away from this, it had to be done.