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the lady is restless. shes had several problems but she just cant stop. she is here and there and everywhere. she makes, bakes, cleans and saves. she wants to be perfect for us, descendents. these fucking donuts, oh my god. they remind of my childhood and still taste good. and it takes lots of time to prepare them. maybe she will live forever, we all hope.

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im a hypocrite. or a couch potato revolutionary. you choose what fits me best. i want a socialist society, but i still treat my car like a fucking baby. i say i want us all to be equal, but while i drive my brand new car, many people could eat for days with th money i have spent on it. does this fact go against my ideologies? who is right and who is wrong? what direction to go?

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i watched an episode of 'the office' yesterday and... its awesome. steve carrel is definitely one of the funniest man around. the way he impersonates michael scott is supernatural. ive watched the beginning of the second episode and the 'diversity day' part is something you dont see everyday. i wish i had a boss, or someone at work, like him. cant say much else about the show cause i havent watched enough, but when you see a good thing coming you know it from the very beginning.

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how do they sleep at night? ive started thinking of that right now. they take five thousand people out of their houses and put them in soccer courts. they give back the land to an obnoxious foreigner, who has broken the stock market in rio a few years ago (hey, changed my mind, he is a hero) and taken several jobs to the gutter. they fuck the lives of five thousand people in order to hand off that bloody city farm to 'the man'. and they still want us to believe thats a normal thing. there are some pretty nasty things going on right now. people protest and they spray pepper at them. people look for houses and they put them back on the streets. people stand toe to toe with the police and they rubber shoot you in the eye.

and right now, on globo, they laugh out loud. guess everything is ok anyways.

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yeah. definitely this will stick with me forever. all things remind me of you. all streets and local parks remind me of you. but if i only knew you´re better off now, i would relax and only keep good memories. but i have to know that, i have to see that with my own eyes. it seems like people do it on purpose: everywhere i look i see you. ive broken some promises i had made you, and now i feel what you felt the day i let them take you away. im deeply sorry. with all the purity left within me i hope they treat you like you deserve. i would live without a couch my whole life to get you back.

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sometimes i wonder whats happening on the other side of certain walls, and i dont mean anything sexual. i mean weird things. weird and dangerous. have you ever considered that your neighbor could have a gun? or that this same neighbor could be a child abuser? you never know what you may find out there. we dwell in a crazy place with crazy people. you may get shot in the head and not even see it coming.

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we have to do something, not only sit and watch. we have to face it, we have to escape from the hell hole we find ourselves. its about time we see it and bring it down.

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freestyling has never been my thing. i wish i could write non stop here but i just can´t. its pretty hard when youre not that creative or not that desired (not you, but your words). if i had like tons of readers i would write about every little shit that crossed my mind. but im lazy and my thoughts dont wander around that much; they keep on drinking at the same bar. so i dont offer you, my sole reader, more things to read.

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ill try to spice up this shit a little bit. inside im broken but theres no need to write only about that. the fact is i got nothing else to type about. oh, wait, i do have something: the tires of my new car. hell yeah, theyre pretty wide and driving has been more fun than ever. the car itself is not that bad too, to keep things humble. now im a happy person cause i got a better and prettier car. ive pushed the wheel of development. but im empty inside, as usual.

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i dreamed of you last night. i was kinda crying when i woke up. you looked sad and different. i just wanted to take you back home and put an end to this misery. that seems impossible right now but who knows? i miss you very very much and i really hope you dont miss me. you deserve to forget me. you deserve better. and i deserve this.

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life feels numb sometimes. and when this feeling comes, you have no idea how long it'll stay. guess some parts of the body get numb too. my eyes feel lazy and i cant see properly. you get to threat people bad and you dont know why. you get to miss people and this feeling wouldnt go away. you look around and find nothing to do, or nothing interesting, or nothing that wakes you up.