I'm now a proud jellyfish; don't mess around. Mama and Papa used to fight a lot. One day I put my foot down, But he didn't care; he's a brutal man.
After that, Cindy woke up. Mama, from that day on, called me love. She told me that I'm her little princess and to be strong. To not look behind and keep walking non-stop
She taught me how to paint my face with a smile. Now I feel well and alive. If I look at my reflection, I can't see a broken man. Sometimes I wonder why I had to endure all of that.
-"How do you make beer?" Asked Ryan.
-"As far as I know, It's like making bread , but you add water." Said Muck
-"It can't be, my cousing works in a bakery, they use water to make the dough." Ryan took a sip of orange juice.
-"Well, if you know so much, why are you bothering me?" Muk protested.
-"I've never claimed to be an expert, I just know water is used in both processes, I was asking out of curiosity."
-"Ok, but why is beer a subject matter now? It's not even noon!"
-"I've heard some cats are collecting postcards as a hobby, well I want to make beer as a passtime."
-"You mean, penpals?" Asked Muk with a grin.
-"No, no! I mean the square thing on the postcard!" Ryan, as short tempered as he was, slammed the table, spilling some juice and almost tipping off Muk's cup of coffee.
-"whoah! Slow down pal! You were talking about beers, why this craving all the sudden?"
- "I don't want to drink them, I want to make them, as a change of pace."
-"So, are you quitting the job anytime soon?" Asked Muk before taking a big gulp of black coffee.
-"No, It'll be a passtime. Look at Tom, the poor guy never took a day off, no passions, not even a single nap. And now he's shaded, a walking corpse!"
-"I see what you mean, it would be a shame to lose you, including your charming personality." Muk smirked.
Ryan was about to protest, but he keep it to himself.
The waiter brought the check, Ryan invited the breakfast.
-"It's called a stamp." Said Muk, while giving his friend the knife.
And they crossed the door thresshold at the same time.
Anything can happen under the cheery sun.
Someone lost a balloon.
Others their life
But most certainly, their smiles
A lot occurs under the clear blue sky.
Injustice, robbery, and arson
Someone jumped after losing his mind.
There are lots of posters asking for a missing son.
On this nice, warm day
Families are forced to move away.
Genocide, war, and famine are all around the world.
But there's always more show.
While birds are chirping and kids are laughing.
The intelligent missiles are flying
In some other place, an earthquake has begun.
Right now, lots of animals are prey of the commercial hunt.
There is so much work to do.
So much pain and indiference
What's the point? Is there any difference?
Then the madman is the one who lives alone.
"He's an immortal." 'How can you tell?' "Look at his pace." "He didn't break a sweat."
A young, handsome-looking man running laps under the misty evergreens. Listening to music on a walk-man truly an anachronistic scene.
"I hate those life drainers. A trap made in good manners, Being immune to death, They remind us, How pointless life can end."
'Maybe he feels alone, Being isolated and all Cursed to live the same night As a thousand falls'.
"He's unable to feel. Don't be so gullible. In his veins runs nothing but cold blood. There's nothing real in his smile. A shell, a mockery of man, don't be blind!"
Now the ethereal presence abandons the trees. Having dwelled in countless dark places, Being part of the scenery, never the spotlight Endless drinking, socializing, and expanding his mind…
"I must end this; that's why I call. This will be a deadly brawl. Unless I show him his true self, I need your help to break his charming spell."
Now the morning mist is on the rise. But before the helper could take a stride A soft voice calls his name. inside his head, thus sealing his fate.
'Come, rest with me,' the voice entreats. 'I feel your heart beating alone. Be mine, and you shall never be bored'.
The poor victim smiles with glee. soon to be his forever lover. Left alone, his friend chases a jogging illusion. Both were prey all along, for the mist was the real intruder.
Guide: follow this 3 simple steps!
Me: ok
Guide: step 1, copy this command a put it in terminal
Me: ok
Guide: step 2, copy this config template and fill it with your email.
Me: ok
Guide: step 3, run the test command on your terminal it should prompt your email with an OK! Message.
Me: press enter, [FATAL ERROR] on lime 36783, EVAL_RSA_ID == false.....
Me: ok, checks badly written documentation followed with obscure ask-forums with the same problem but with a small diference that doesn't apply to my case.
Me: gives up.
A new aperture appeared in my room. Somewhere to scream and fall head-on. I recall my sweet mistress, Eleanore. So fair, kind, and full of love.
Bitter endings and full remorse Memories with her just took their course. Like celluloid melting under summer light Secret kisses in plain sight
But those cold days are just gone. Her pulse, smell, and soul No more cuddles, no more love. A shame that a bunch of pain pills did the job.
Another comunist eating a big mac
It's so hot in the summer; it's a waste of time.
Free thinkers are chugging Simon's chyme.
[Chorus]
Just another day in paradise!!!
Don't sit around; you better get green bucks!
While the fascists are doing peace signs
Happy Birthday, Rosy! Have some rotten pie!
[Chorus]
Just another day in this futuristic grime!!!
Life and microchips were a mistake.
A crisis is caused by greed and pain.
Don´t ask your grandma, or she'll rot in hell.
[Chorus]
Just another day is what it takes!!!
Just don't look at the news!!
Panic and powder are on the Day view!!
Shit eating grins showing a school phew phew!!
[Chorus]
Just another day in disgust!!
"The law is made for you to abide!"
exclaimed the micro-plastic rich with pride.
While politicians are launching the last genocide.
[Chorus]
Just another day in paradise!!!
How can a nice day produce such a fright? What's behind the pale clouds? Is it a wing? Or is it a horse?
The sound was deafening. Everyone cried in agony. For they have returned.
What on earth is this? Am I insane or full of bliss? the light, should I touch it? afraid. Am I afraid to be left behind?
The first damn one was vaporized. Some woke up, others were still entranced. There's no point in rescuing them.
No, it's dangerous… Or did I imagine it? So marvelous, so pure, why is getting close? I must run away from here… But why would I do that? Why is it blinking? What am I looking at?
A violent stream could be heard from miles There were people a second ago; now there are salt piles. Those who survived will never again see the sun.
The pale man yelled alone.
Unnerving stanzas of Edgar Allan Poe,
I realized and cried, "You moron!"
"That's not a raven, it's a crow!!"