Shameless Advertising to myself.

Yeah I wanna make this lil' here announcement that I has this massively depressive and chaotic new blog, which I mostly post my pseudo/fail poetry. It's all in english.

Deal with it ._.

Will,
Over and out

Rules for a better and improved life.

I realized today that life is nothing but a simple game of interests. So here is the rules I created for you to lead a life full of your own self-improvment with absolutely no considerations for your own emotions and only to improve your rank in respect but made out of no trust.

Rules:

1. Trust NO ONE but yourself. People are fake when they say they're there for you and that they care.

2. Don't tell your painful experiences to others. Keep them to yourself and learn from them.

3. Cry alone. If you cry to someone they'll use your vulnerability for their own interst.

4. Always keep companions in which you can rely on in case your current way out to the business world doesn't work out to what you'd expect.

5. Never, but NEVER cry.

6. Your thoughts and ideas are worthless. No one will listen.

7. Every single person, no matter what style/political view/ethnic/religion/sub-urban group, are all the same inside.

8. If things don't turn out the way you expected, keep trying.

9. Invest on something you're good at and start projects with it. Music is a good example if you play guitar or sing well.

10. Don't show your emotions. Everyone is just as emtpy as you.

11. If you have low self esteem, try to make people pity you and stroke your ego once in a while.

12. Nevermind love, fraternity, brotherhood, family, all things that link you to other people.

13. Be just one for yourself.

14. You are never alone, no matter what anyone says.

Get it?

Good. Now it's your choice to follow them by the code, or in the slightest bit.

Don't be a fool like me, protect yourself.

William, Over and out.

Neutral element? (video)

a video...first video so I'm nervous.

Liberties?

Ok I would like to address a few things, pherhaps an old argument from months ago, with a friend of mine in America(or not, forgot), which happened to be against smoking and would ban smoking for the sake of the welfare of people, and because she has asthma, or asma.

Well I first confronted her kind of revolted, people had the right to choose wether to smoke or not. Personally, one of my family members died of cancer, and he smoked, therefore it might link the disease to this fact, however I don't know for how long he smoked, there's a number of facts missing that I still have to find out.

Thing is, there are a series of risks, and people with asthma are not really the ones benefitted when around an enviorment of people that smoke. It musn't be easy. And sincerely, cigarettes are crap!

But the right for you to smoke that shit, the right for you to ingest chemicals that fuck up your lungs and whatnot, should NEVER be taken.

The thing is, the only solution possible for her was if she got to be president, or mayor or whatever, she would ban tobacco.

But then what? America would lose nearly one thousand million aka one billion dollars.

It would be a big strike on the economy of your country, plus, though the intention is good, and you seek the welfare of people, not everyone sees it that way. You must understand that some people are fucking dumbasses, and will protest. Not only those, but people that just want to smoke and are actually kind of inteligent, will also do that.

You can't have everyone agree with you no matter how strong your point is. I personally agree with you, but I just can't help to notice these people out about it.

Please don't take it wrong, and if you ever see this you know who you are, please, just please let's debate about it.

William
Over and out.

O vácuo

Porque ele me fez assim.

Porque o tempo me criou.

Porque nunca mais o encontrei.

Porque nunca mais fui assim.

Porque eu notei que vivia, passei a ser diferente.

Porque eu tive medo de mim, passei a ser perigoso.

Porque eu não amei, odeio-me a mim próprio.

Desde a noite do limoeiro ate ao pássaro do rei.

Desde que nunca te vi, logo escuso de te procurar.

Porque sou um miúdo, por dentro já cresci até ao pique.

Porque eu sou sádico, masoquista, e cínico para com as pessoas, a minha negatividade rasgou um sorriso de carnificina pelo meu rosto.

Porque eu choro e grito por dentro, por fora falo e rio como um maníaco.

Com este sorriso encontrei o meu mundo, mas a sua descoberta fez com que ele caísse.

Porque com estas metáforas todas, peço apenas ajuda.

Porque eu tenho objectivo de viver, eu quero-me matar.

Eu não gosto de mim.

E tu?

Seriously?

Ok, first of all, let's start with good old fashioned rants on something that just merely fucked up my patience so badly, I just felt like putting it here, for some god damn reason.

Ok, so, recently, yeah, I've had the FUCKING SECOND break-up with this person, and I don't know why the second, maybe I just gave in to stupidity to actually START AGAIN.

First topic: start-overs, or aka, "second chance."

We all had this moment, where we broke up with this person that probably was the first, or we had a good time, a good sexy time(giggidy~), and we feel bad for breaking up and they are having a hard time going by, they all whiny and shit(in my case, she was drunk ._.)...OH THE FUCKING JOY.

Being the naive, emotionally aware stupid motherfucker I am, I actually started over, hopefully shit could get better, and whatnot, maybe, I could get a good time out of this all...yeah right.

Second topic: Post-breakup rules.

The rules are quite simple for a man.

DON'T. FLIRT. AT ALL.

And weeeell...yeah. I did. But not like flirt for flirt, just confort begging flirt, and she didn't know...neh. I spoke to a friend of mine using a comparative which was somewhat like this:

"The results for the investment on that relationship would be the same if I invested a relationship with you."

And of course, she's a mutual friend of hers, and she must have said something of the lines of...

"HEY! Did you know that Will(me) is going to invest on a relationship with me? 8DD"

she must have been somewhat like...

"WHAT?! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM RARARARAR."

...So yeah. I just got fucked over. Not only that, she was pissed off that I broke up too, and her prespective was that

So yeah, I tried to explain I didn't flirt with her, and actually flirted with some other girl.

But it doesn't matter much.

I don't have morals. I hate them. It restrains me from being me, I'm sorry people get hurt from it but it's just me.

So, everyone that's got a problem, can really, FUCK OFF!!

William,

Over and out.

Victory!!!

At last, my friends, this is a moment to rejoice, although I am hours late, I have gotten the knowledge that the "Don't Ask Don't Tell" Policy has been repealed.

For those of you who don't know, DADT is a military policy that obligates homossexuals to conceal their sexual orientation in order to serve their country, and if they show it they get fired, without having commited any perjury or broken any technical military policy.

Now, I am still an anarchist, and still anti-army, or just armed organization of humanity against another group of humans. But still, the concept of countries and nationalistic nature of one's being for being part of a region with a specific culture and language and behaviour of the people, gives them the option to serve and defend their country, but these people, are at least now allowed, and their ideologies were formed, and as much as it pains, I think the government deserves a salute for making this small, yet important step towards the development of humanity. Hope exists for everyone.

"Ice needle".
Over and out.