KiN Mode On

"Instant Street

You’re probably right,
Seen from your side,
That I've been lucky.
But I’ve been meaning to crack all week.
Yes I’ve been involved,
It never resolved into anything shocking.
And pain’s playing yoyo in my body as we speak.

But now I found something to look for,
And I can’t decide,
'Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score.
Just like I did before.

It wouldn’t be true, not towards you,
To say that I’m staying.
When on every single impulse,
On every other move I react.
'Cause in any old creek, with changing technique,
You’ll see me playing.
And after any old motherfucking blow
I’ll be back.

We turned away from instant stuff
Our cracking codes were breaking up
Our words were sucked out, it made them clean.
And after lowness say it
And after more let it be known
Our codes are grown into something mean.

You’re probably right, as for tonight, you’re making me nervous.
What is it you want me to be thinking of?
I’ll put on a movie, I’ll play something groovy as a matter of service.
And I’ll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love.
And you know it’s not my style to be giving up, now.
But this pain in my side, I had enough.

This time I go for instant street
This life’s a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis.
The flyspecked windows and the - the stinking lobbies they’ll remain
All the same, all the same.

This time I go!
This time I go!"

by dEUS

Faking suicide

Yes, it’s a beautiful day, so I heard the weatherman say. Hollywoodesque landscapes and white, shiny smiles. People that wave and wish you well. So kind, the human warmth. Still I believe this is hell. They talk and I listen, but even though the words are coming out, there’s nothing for me to say. See you later, whenever. I go for a walk in the city, it used to fade distress away – its secret gardens no longer thrill me. Dark rooms are also a hiding place – fantasy projected while you put real life on pause. The movies are all so shallow now and I pretend not to notice I’ve seen it somewhere else. Books are one’s wisest friends. But reading needs focused eyes and mine are drowning… After some failed attempts, I get back to the beginning. Which today might just be that last page.

“It’s just a fond farewell to a friend”. Because I’ve realized I’m nobody’s baby.

Copy -> Paste #7

“Antes do encontro dos outros e do grupo, o homem possui apenas virtualidades diáfanas como transparentes nuvens de vapor. Qualquer condensação pressupõe um meio, isto é, o mundo dos outros”.

by Lucien Malson, in As Crianças Selvagens

Copy -> Paste #6

“Sê senhor da tua vontade e escravo da tua consciência.”
by Aristóteles.

Monólogo Exterior #1

Procuramos o semelhante por identificação e substituímo-lo pelo diferente por complementaridade quando o primeiro parece já não nos satisfazer. Necessidades distintas, mas não incompatíveis. Se, de qualquer modo, assumirmos a hipótese de funcionamento em sistema, a semelhança e a diferença podem não passar de fases ou facetas (ou ambas) de uma mesma entidade, disposta assim a um jogo de dinâmicas múltiplas. Tabuleiro em que se ocupa à vez a casa branca e a casa preta. Ou, na variante mais complicada e complexa, se procura ocupar ambas as categorias. As mesmas regras extensivas ao “parceiro-oponente”. Será este o jogo do amor?