I'm Pandimensional and I still don't know it!...

"What the hell is this shit???
Do you want a revolution son???
Cut that Fuckin' hair and get a job!!!"

This is the thing we all 've been waiting for!... Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, sluts and lowlifes, dreamers and shiters, we are proud to present the life we chose, the choices we make and the things we fake. The book won´t ever be finished for you to feel the real deal, and you'll still be writing it after your death, the great feast for the beast... Enjoy what you can and keep reaping the womb of countless crying mothers that suffered just enough for being born already dead. They're sacrifice was made for you, for you to waste your life and your death, just like ever before...

Will there ever be an after?

Is it a waste? I can't feel the taste... I'm just a drifter, and a tired one. I've seen it all, and it lost it's fun... To old to be, to young not to be, so what the fuck anyway?... Where are my answers, the ones I wished for so hard, enough not to pursue them the hardest I could? I'm free: I just don't do everything I can 'cause I just don't want to! Why should I? Why should you? Don't we enjoy so much to contemplate our faults? Aren´t we Human any more? After all, don't we all feel passionate for our own sadness? Live and let die, because we live among beasts. Bury your oun dead and leave mine up to me. I assure you nothing is assured... Nothing is what it seems...

A taste to that!

Mad men running trough the street with their briefcases and their ties. They forgot imagination a long time ago. I've been talking to my dog, and he understood me. He says we get too tired over nothing, and we should rethink our miserable lives. Wise dog must I say... I just want the fire back, to feel the thrill to play my game. And I'm tired of winning, even when I loose.
Am I on drugs?

What's the difference, anyway?

Like a rolling stone, for all the rolling stones out there and for the ones to come. For our cause, even if we don't have one, and to support the struggle of the individual that wants to grow out of himself. For God sake: I'm pandimensional and I still don't know it!... Is anybody going to do something about it? They won't do shit about anything...


Let us be the step to go further, and so let us be the further. I've got my enlightenment at 21:15 pm. When is yours going to happen? Why do you wait? Are you afraid? Take my hand and come along. We'll do what you decide. You'll just have to make up your mind...

MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!

But not now...