A mission statement of sorts.
Came to the cyber, because my laptop power cord has been missing for a few days.
REDLINE Push the accelerator. Excuse me, I meant the “gas.” Hit the gas. Watch out for the redline! Just kidding. Most vehicles have a built in protection. A rev limiter. Still. Push it to at least the last white number, every so often. Now. Downshifting. It almost feels like a lost art. Try it once… Continue reading December 9 and 10 collection
Without growth There’s no happiness I like you, for you speak your mind. Rather, your words only seem to come out when you absolutely can’t hold it in. You have taught me how to feel. And by myself I have learned how to live. Yes I am a bozo. I fucking love it. Love me,… Continue reading Today, and everyday.
morals the way it should be done: with violence.
An analysis by yours truly. Recently I read up on a certain Mr. Nicholas Flammel. Apparently he happened upon the secret for the philosopher’s stone by… his labour. An accident, perhaps, but we’re not here today to discuss the meaning of fate. This book was bound in brass, and was written not in paper or… Continue reading Llorando salen las lágrimas
What’s the point of “winning”? Obviously, it’s a cool thing. I hope, however, you don’t think it proves anything. Here’s the thing: winning is beneficial only to the victor. I’m a #gamer, okay? Team loyalty is only good if there’s something in it for you, isn’t it? Am I speaking from the point of view… Continue reading En función de la victoria