Globalization Screwed Relationships Chapter 6

Chapter 6

So tired and yet so awake. So hurt and yet so apathetic. So silent, I can hear a pin drop. So loud, I can't hear my own breathing anymore.

But the only thing I want to hear is her laughter. I said I would never forget the sound of my name echoing in her chest. Now, the memories are the headquarters of an insomniac. I know someday I'll forget.

I can see sunny days coming near; the joy of spring; the singing of birds; the excitement of new memories, a new echo in someone else's chest. But they haven't come yet. And in name of all that was ever sacred for me, for us, I'm ripping the sun apart; bringing snow back; restraining all the songbirds' racket; blowing up my brains; cutting of my ears; staking everybody's chests; carving you into my skin. You will always own all of my dreams.

The nightmares I had thrown under my bed, now even fill my cabinets. Whoever said monsters are illusions in our head, surely later had his regrets. Everywhere I turn, I see one of them. One lying next to me. One in the closet is giving me a smirk. One sitting on my computer winking at me. One is taking a bath singing with glee. Another one hiding inside of me, just waiting for me to fall asleep.

And I do. Silently, the night is welcoming me. I'm going home.

You will be the death of me...

Sonnet 141
William Shakespeare


In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.

Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted:
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:

But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee.
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be;

Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That (s)he that makes me sin, awards me pain.


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Globalization Screwed Relationships Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Life is just a series of reactions to the unknown. Big cities are unpredictable lying machines. Unpunctuality is blamed on traffic. Forgetfulness on stress. Laziness on unemployment. Cheating on overpopulation. Everything in between these buildings is lies, faintly tainted with truth. An everyday event is turned into a life-altering event.

So humans invented lie-proof devices: cellphones, beepers, GPS... Even kids have one of those. Hence, one's trust in another is left in an undying tool. How can any relationship be succesful without trust? How can one trust in an old fashioned way? As much as it hurts, humans have made themselves dependant on artificial eyes, ears and hands. Concrete walls may block your view, roaring motors may deafen your ears, a love for plastic may numb your touch... but you'll always have something to regain your senses.

Kenny and Willow never left their cellphones at home. They talked to each other frequently, if not by text messages, they'd chat or drop comments and e-mails. They saw each other every day, at school, after school, on weekends, on holidays; but they felt that keeping communication shortened the distance and the anxiety to see each other. Sometimes, imagination (mixed with jealousy and frenzy) would get the best of them, and a simple call was all they needed to breathe easily again. Unconsciously, they kept track of the other's activities; they trusted each other, but checking in wouldn't hurt either.

Ironically, you still have to rely on a human being who creates the magical devices... or in the voice at the other end of the line. Without knowing, they had turned their relationship into an eternal attendance check. Unfortunately, distance and presence cannot be dismissed forever.

El Juego

Tengo que admitir que soy bastante renuente a participar en jueguitos online. Me da flojera cumplir con lo que me piden, y no me gusta forzar a otros a participar. No obstante, esto es más divertido que no hacer nada.

Las reglas:

1. Cada jugador (a) comienza con un listado de 8 cosas sobre sí mismo.
2. Tiene que escribir en su blog esas ocho cosas, junto con las reglas del juego.
3. Tiene que seleccionar a 8 personas más para invitar a jugar, y anotar sus blogs/nombres.
4. No olvides dejarles un comentario en sus blogs respectivos de que han sido invitadas a participar, refiriendo al post de tu blog: "El Juego".

Acerca de mí:

1. Me gustan las listas.
2. Si pudiera, le pondría Sirius a uno de mis hijos.
3. Me choca llamar la atención.
4. Planeo ponerme un tatuaje que diga: You must keep your soul like a secret in your throat.
5. Lloro con casi todas las películas.
6. Me gustan las ecuaciones polares que forman corazoncitos.
7. Me desagradan en extremo los caballos.
8. Mi color favorito es el amarillo.

Torturo con este juego a:
- Mariana D.
- Vero
- Jessica
- Andrea
- Lollah
- Vic
... y ya...

Globalization Screwed Relationships Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Blue and yellow make green. Red and yellow make orange. Would brown and yellow make hazel? Maybe if someone invented a machine to materialize his dreams... impossible. He'd been watching too many sci-fi movies trying to forget reality, anything to forget... or maybe, unconsciously, he was just trying to create his own reality.

Unfortunately, his world wasn't a movie. Ideas don't create reality... on the contrary, reality dictates ideas, real pain builds desires. Movies had the ability to capture any moment worth remembering, and were able to repeat it over and over and over again until the tape didn't work anymore... you could also make several copies, hundreds, thousands... just to keep remembering... BUT you could never re-live it.

Stares. Someone watching him suspiciously again. How he hated it here. He used to belong at least to one person, but places seemed unwelcoming without her. He knew he caught everyone's attention: blond hair with bright green spikes, lip and eyebrow piercing, black eyeliner sorrounding his sad grey eyes. The sun outside made his eyes shine with the kind of light that vampires enjoy... none at all. His weather these days was either gloomy or just rainy. He was turning into a vampire, an undead; puffy red eyes and dark mood, empty soul and a desire for blood, except he wished it was his own spilled on the floor. Could anyone grant his wish?

Globalization Screwed Relationships Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Without telling each other, they'd been waiting for this all their lives. The tickling caused by the other's caress, the shivers provoked by the other's breath, the feeling of dying from completeness. There's nothing more than this moment, this place, this unity of the diverse, this belonging of the opposites, this unsaid vow.

His lips trace her jaw, her neck, her chest. Her lips move without saying a word, choked by feelings. There's no need to say a thing. This is what eternal love is. It takes forever to become one, sweet pain. It takes forever to regain your breath, addictive lust. The Earth will shatter, but they've got no reason to run or move at all. This is life, if their existence ends there, so be it. Their bodies are their shells, but their souls have found a way to touch. Together, they explode in silence; there can't be any greater pleasure.

She smiles, runs her hands through his hair. For a second, they can't even remember their own names. Their worlds have been reduced to the person in front of them. No sounds outside, no time ticking by, nothing else. Started by nothing, finished with nothing. Wished to fill the emptiness, now sorrounded by emptiness. Just wishing this was forever.

The (International) Noise Conspiracy

When in doubt... ask Dennis Lyxzén!

Depression is the obvious extension of boredom in consumer capitalism.

Sitio Oficial
Myspace


Smash it up


Capitalism stole my virginity

And it's us...

In a way I don’t understand, I need you.
And it hurts.
And it burns.
And it rots.

In a way you don’t understand, I need you.
And it aches.
And it breaks.
And it ends.

In a way no one understands, I love you.
And it’s fake.
And it’s false.
And it’s us.

In a way… I really do love you.

Less is More

A veces hay cosas ridículamente sencillas que dicen millones de cosas. Ésta es una de esas cosas. Una canción sencilla en todos los aspectos: Yesterday de Pencey Prep.

Lamentable, esta banda se desintegró al poco tiempo de este video. Afortunadamente, su cantante se convertiría en guitarrista de My Chemical Romance. *insertar Ironic de Alanis Morissette*




My Chemical Romance en el Auditorio Coca Cola, Mty, 4 de Octubre
My Chemical Romance en el Palacio de los Deportes, DF, 7 de Octubre

Flash Game Demo

I LOOOOOOVE ZOMBIES.

Game: Zombies Ate My Homework WIP by *MurkHellsing on deviantART
Book: The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks
Song: Astro Zombies by Misfits, Early Sunsets Over Monroeville by My Chemical Romance

Secrets & Billboards

Mini movie de PostSecret.



Noticia: Sao Paulo se libra de la contaminación visual. ¿Será mucho pedir al gobierno del DF?