Journey to The Moon

What if I drilled my bones to the wall. What if I cried so loud my cheeks hurt. What if I laughed it off.What if I laughed it out.What if I could drill my brain.What if I didn’t want to… Continue reading

And I’m at that weird point again where there’s all this energy but not that much done by the end. My hands shake in excitement for all the punches I’ll take and still there’s no fight happening outside; there’s struggle… Continue reading

There’s nothing left expect for techno-feudalism, post-colonialism, neo-medievalism and all the brandnew oldshit. It’s all we have going for us. Between gleefull ignorance and cynical amusement we’re all dying. If you think your role in this mess is watching it… Continue reading

Literalmente esfumaçando com o ódio do meu peito. Eu quero que o mundo exploda mesmo. Que pedaços enormes de rocha esmaguem a cabeça de todos e que os seus olhares sejam perfurados pelas águas escaldantes do fundo do meu coração.… Continue reading

Nossa cara, como que eu tô feliz hoje. Brinquei muito! De tudo quanto me fosse natural. E que se dane quem não quis brincar comigo. São todos tão cheios de interpretações que eu me sinto exaurido de me explicar. Você… Continue reading

I haven’t been well for quite some time, and I feel like it’s been so long that to tell people—tell her especially—how bad I’ve been for the last month would make them mad at me for taking this long to… Continue reading

Here I am, 2 a.m. on a Friday. Blending into the room, empty stomach, warm skin, feeling bloated like a pufferfish.Describing the situation was never something I considered the smart guy’s job. I’m tired of where I am, too tired… Continue reading

I’m tired of feeling like I’m the last correct name on a Starbucks cup. It’s a shame to think you’ve got the special number, to be the last of a kind, but at the end of the day, you’re just—quite… Continue reading