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Last weekend, for the first time in a time that feels like an eternity, I woke up in the mornigs feeling... happy. It was an odd but a very welcome feeling. For a change everything is beautiful. And I can smile as I remember the weekend. Now I can open my eyes and see brightness in my line of sight. I thank you.

Tiny people never cease to amaze me with their stupidity.... I was never like that. Why are they? Is it human? Apparently number eight is too difficult to use so we should use number three instead. It´s sort of an alter ego for it. It feels kind of eerie when your hair freezes on your face. It makes an evil crunching sound when you pull it off. It´s safe to say that it´s cold out there. I urge all despicable people go out and drink within the following nights. You´ll have a good chance to make the world a better place.

I reach out my hand
Toward the northern sun
Out of this cursed land
If I could I would run

But my feet are in deep
In the swampy ground
It thus prevents my sleep
By making a cold sound

I know they are broken
I can feel them gone
Swamp took it´s token
I hope it´s now done

So I a need a grasp
To my wounded arm
Pull me without a gasp
Make my world warm

My hand sliced in half
Blood blinding my eyes
Now as blind as deaf
All hope again dies.

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I miss you.

Far is the last ray of light
For it the fairy sings
In the cold dark I´ll fight
For the happiness it brings

The birds tell me of a time
When the sun rises again
And feeling down is a crime
Maybe it will stop the rain

The red flow from the sky
Is raining down on me
Birds walk, they can´t fly
Tell me how can this be.

I swim in oceans of blood
I have drowned twice
Nothing stopping the flood
I simply have no dice

In this long night I pray
For the light from there
To bring here it´s ray
So I could my life bear.

"Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then -- one day -- you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then -- one day -- you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe."

Denis Leary

Well the year changed. And the world didn´t. Nothing will be different when I wake up in the morning. Or at least nothing will have changed for the better. It can always be worse, and, in time, it will be. I still hope that for the rest of you the upcoming year, will be a fortuituous one. I have only one thing to look forward to... the one thing upon which I have placed my last hope of reaching happiness. I dear not say what it is, because I fear that if I say it, it won´t come to pass. So I´ll just wait... and hope. Fortune and luck have abandoned me long ago. But I still must hope. Otherwise my existence will truly become pointless...

On thursday I got myself a permit to drive a car. I can honestly say that I do feel relieved, but not particurally excited or even happy. Now with a car I can move around more freely.... to do what? To go to concerts that last to the middle of the night and get myself back home. And what if I in the ned don´t really enjoy going to concerts? What if the few times that I´ve been in such events are because someone has dragged me there or I have simply felt so lonely that I could a social environment for a change? And when the social environment turns on me for no reason at all, what will I learn? To stay away from people for a little while. But as humans are made to be somewhat social, I will always feel compelled to go back among the people. But I´m getting ahead of myself. What other possible uses do I have for a car? As public transports cost about the same amount of money, that the gas would cost. Well at least it´s done now, and some people will get off my back.

Once again I feel alone in the same way which I felt before the November 19th. After that I could feel that I was some social good to someone. Not anymore. Once again I´m out of everybody´s sight, when not needed.

I watched a candle die tonight. It was quite pleasing to see what actually happens to it when it dies.... the root sort of melts a bit so the heart starts to wither like a dying leaf in the northern wind. And then the heart starts to bend. Swallowing the base of the small flame and eventually suffocating it. When the last ray of light dies, there´s five seconds of complete darkness. Then you see the rest of the world again. The difference between that and death is that the rest of the world doesn´t come back when you die.

Other thing that I happened to notice was that the world is apparently so thoroughly consumed by bitterness and selfishness that people see deception in honesty, and respond to benevolence and selfesness with accusations and insults.... It´s kind of a sad fact. My faith in showing empathy is fading once again. It doesn´t pay apparently.

It´s a time of joy
For the people there
Banished like a toy
I can see nowhere

I watch them smile
While all I can do
Is walk the sad mile
Until I meet my doom

I hear them laugh
And I simply can´t join
I kneel and cough
Cold even in my loin

I feel completely nothing
Not even sadness or hate
In my mind only the thing
Being far, sealing my fate

Welcome to my cold life
Aeons of pain, loneliness
All things stay far and safe
Here is me, a sad mess

I´ve seen the light leave
Beheld a bird´s last fly
I sometimes fall to grieve
While seeing all hope die.

Well what do you know, I survived to see another christmas. If you ask me, the entire holiday ought to be defenestrated. But then again that´s just me. Everyone have a good time and a few laughs at least and feel the magic of christmas if you will. I know I won´t. Have your fun without me. I´ll just burrow myself into a crevasse of sorts and try to outlive this holiday. Merry christmas from all of us to all of you.