"Today young men on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one conciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves.

 

Here's Tom with the weather."

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
bull-shit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks here in this, hopeless fucking, hole we call Impala.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time.
Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Carcavelos bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.:
Learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be...

Fuck Jacques Rodrigues and Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.
Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory.
Fuck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
and I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it come down.
Suck it down.
Flush it down.

I'll suffer so you won't...

Depois de ler o livro "Nascido Num Dia Azul", de Daniel Tammet, cuja leitura
recomendo, descobri que tenho comportamentos autistas. Não em elevado grau,
é certo, mas está lá...

Good morning, beautiful.

 

I'm...

Coming...

Home...

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can!"

"Never again" was I swore the time before...

Bla, bla, bla...

 

Bla!

 

Bla, bla.

Encontrei a tranquilidade naqueles olhos.

 

Estou em paz comigo próprio.

 

Sinto-me feliz.