Back to the Golden Dayz

Snuff movies does exist. Tapes of real massacres can be seen on television somentimes. Turn on the news. When I was a kid I saw an Evil Knievel wannabe dying after missing a ramp. In primetime. It was a snuff movie, I’m pretty sure of that. Anyway, TV was cool. I used to watch cartoons all the time. Cartoon Network only appeared years later, but I was working when I discovered it. Now I’m unemployed and I still can’t do my utopia watching cartoons all day long.

Alienation

You’re living your great-grandfather past in a factory.

Another plot wasted

Sleeping deprivation has taken its toll. Jen thought that she is stronger than her foes, but she was wrong. She became sick, pneumonia knocked her down. Paranoia yields bad results.
First of all, Jen doesn’t even have any foes.

Anonymous but famous

Inspired by what they heard from Steve’s big mouth Joy and Miranda started to write songs so offensive to Marlon that they can’t avoid a lawsuit. The mentions to his real name were so explicit and they can’t deny their (bad) intentions. What can they tell to the judge? A stupid, heretic break of rule for a Goth subculture doesn’t mean shit in the real world. And Steve was lying all the time. All of a sudden, Marlon became a kind of a martyr in the underground because of Joy and Miranda naïve confidence in a psychopath. And how many people in the world recognize the name Marlon Dean now? A few out of the diehard fan base of nü emo, a declining fad, anyway. But for small souls, nothing worth if they can’t be adored in their tiny world.

Looking through the mirror

The CIA insists with me to write in English. I don’t want to do it anymore. The critics really hate me, you can’t even imagine. The public from abroad continues to read my books, but if people from here don’t like them anymore, it doesn’t make any sense at all. I feel like I’m a kind of a prize: the writer who doesn’t remember his own native tongue anymore. A sculpture of my head is on a wall in the Pentagon, like a real embalmed moose head above the fireside of a hunter.

Prize Pride

Thank you for choosing us, Sir. You achieved a great status buying our life sentence plan. Proceeding this way, Sir, you could reach the nirvana of SM. You’ll be tied, sucked, pierced, licked, feed, fucked and swallowed till your last days. You don’t have to worry about your family and problems anymore. The press you never discover your whereabouts, be sure of that, Sir. Do you remember that guy from Manic Street Preachers? Well then, he was satisfied. You will meet him; I bet that you can barely wait, Sir.

Hi, how are you?

Jorge escreveu:
Hi susie, how are you?

Susan escreveu:
You´re a bastard

Jorge escreveu:
Why? What?

Susan escreveu:
I know what you are doing down there in your stinkin' country

Jorge escreveu:
You´re are so bigot... CU another day, maybe we could talk like normal people, who knows...

Susan escreveu:
Fuck you

Jorge is offline