Another post...

Oh well... Another post comes today and as I defend just another day equal to any other similar where people want and force to give them something special. Why? Thats not the question I think, actually I defend "Why not?" is the possible question.

This post... This post... I didn't think about it all month long, maybe my life is getting into perfectness where the dreams involve the dramatic reality, where I don't wanna see nothing wrong in the reality. Or maybe I was just too busy, too tired, too disappointed all month long without time to waste on this blog. Who knows, I don't thats for sure.

All of this to explain that today I don't have a reason. A goal. Something behind the "act" that makes me "act". Everyone has it when they "act". "Act" is life and life is an act. Between us that with the best luck or, who knows, the worst of the luckiness, can produce "superior" intelligence, guess the most would say that is a gift, but on this acting life I would say thats a lot of luckiness where we must pretend something if we want to reach somewhere or someone, where we will trust like blind and be attack on our backs like fools. This make us, me at least, think about the INTEREST of the one who is smiling at me every single time, so tell me is this being lucky? I would prefer losing some self-questioning, some intelligence, some experience of life maybe and be a fool for some time or forever... Just to have the gift to believe without questioning or having proves, just to get some happiness between this "intelligence gift".

So, look at me and tell me which your goals and reasons, why you starring and smiling at me, why that kind of look, W-H-Y?!

Your snaking on dirty floors has ended finally - floor

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

This is one of the reasons that sometimes I think about acting before thinking about it, but I know that I can't, something wrong would happen, on this "show" lots of public will applaud or blame - every second, every minute, every time, everywhere.

Well, seems like the theme actually has came and seems like I didn't need a reason to act it, seems like this is a way to fulfill some happiness.

"Impossible! This text was written and he thought about every single word!" - Don't blame yourself... You belong to "us".
Interest death should draw near.