While my guitar gently weeps..

Last night at 3 AM I felt this irresistible desire to take Victoria out on a date. It had just rained and the scent of the air breezing around us was delightful. Not many light resources shared their knowledge with us so we found one that actually worked and danced beneath the moonlight. The music was refreshing, a bit of latin mixed with blues.  Some point near 5AM my fingers were near frozen and incapable of keeping up with the rhythm. I finally put her to rest in her guitar case where she belongs, sweet dreams.

It ain’t worth it. (-.-)

Bullshit. Everywhere, I’m not going to be a part of this. My body is not cooperating and my mind is wandering somewhere far apart.

I went to see a play this evening, a masterpiece.. didn’t expect it to even be up to my standards..  I’m a perfectionist, I won’t stop until’ I’m satisfied.. or too tired. “Stop with this negative nonsense.” I should and could if someone would be so kind and point out the aspects that would change within and without me. A crack in my skin, breaking, ripping, tearing me apart. The void gets deeper and wider like a highway that stretches into the depths of my orgasmic mind.  MINDBLOWING isn’t the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind.

I’ve always talked too silently, some like it and some can’t hear a word. I like THAT. Building a wall to be prepared for the battle, a massacre between me and … you’d better hurry… to get a piece of me.  So there I am .. standing on the stage talking like a blow of whispering wind and all those old folks moved their ears towards me, I swear I wanted to sing the national anthem only to receive a standing ovation.. y’know as one starts clapping the whole crowd goes wild, mass hypnosis  right there. Simon Cowell would step in to the room right at the moment the clapping bursts out and he’d join in, offer me deals that Susan Boyle rejected. Starring in the beauty and the beast. I noticed them adjusting their little hearing devices, volume 100%, “Perfect, you little pretenders! ” I yelled to the microphone only to see them jumping back in their seats. Those dipshits acting like they can’t hear, only to keep their offspring near them while they’re slowly fading into the dark abyss with their cool new nicknames like Alzheimer and No-Brain Activity.  Why are you wearing that stupid wrinkled suit? A 2 star Bollywood acting crew. Huh, give it your best shot.

I have no idea what happened here.. and you shouldn’t ask. Or you could. But what’s the point? What happens in my blog, stays in my blog. No further thought is necessary. Now go away, run.

Support my crash tests. Currently working as a crash dummy since the real one is on a vacation in the central hospital. Give him flowers or something, a bottle of Jack maybe. No, bring that to me.

Hopefully that answers all your questions.

If it didn’t.. here’s a quick insight..

Internet killed your idols.

My dear friend just started talking to me in the facebook chatterbox. Now that’s perfectly normal but he’s supposed to be out on an army mission. Got worried and asked him what’s going on, shouldn’t you be out in the mud trying to defend the objective of the mission? Well he is.. kinda. he’s in control of the field communication center.  Even though this is just the yearly training mission, it got me thinking, as the internet is the fastest spreading disease in the world and almost every child grows up with a computer by his side, what will be going on in the future? Now, if there is something I hate, it’s war.  But if we are being attacked and our troops can’t protect themselves because they’re busy knocking someone out who’s bugging them on Mafia Wars or maybe they have to water something on Farmville? Wow, somebody, anybody.. everybody! Send your  internet to the recycle bin and lets go outside so we can communicate face to face. No one would die if we had an international  no internet week, right?

Accidents do happen.

Well.. I woke up from my dazzling dream world because I received a call from Frank. He asked me to get up and take my skateboard with me to hit the streets tonight. “Sure, why not” I thought to myself.. Just the fact that the last time I rode a skateboard was 5 years ago. Uh, as long as I don’t kill myself it should be okay..

So we met at this dreamy little skate-park that was built on a hill with about 5 roads leading to the top. We did (tried) some tricks on the kickers and funbox’ but eventually I felt a need for some adrenaline rush and kicked myself to ride the downhill. I fell. My hands and knees were cut and my jeans were ripped bloody. No worries, we rode some more. And after 2 hours the sun got to us, so we went to the shop nearby to get a few drinks. We met some friends and played pool for an hour, I can’t quite understand why, but I have never failed as bad as I did today.

It was getting kinda dark but I insisted Frank to skate some more, so we hit the hill. He went down, but when I had gathered a bit too much speed, the wheels got stuck onto a rock or a branch on the ground and I flew with a frontflip only to land on my neck and right shoulder. I laid there for about 5 minutes because I was pretty scared and even though I couldn’t feel my hand for some time, it started hurting like hell when the adrenaline faded. Then I felt a vibration in my pocket. I slowly moved my left hand to grab the phone and it was Frank, lol!  He was like “Uhm, I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes, where are you?”  “Just laying here..” 😀

It hurt bad and I couldn’t move my hand so Frank called the ambulance. But after all I still had to face my enemy. I got on my board and rode down the hill, this time I stayed on the board and felt rock n’ roll about it. 🙂

Frank helped me out a lot,  carrying my board and waiting in the rest  room, making random jokes in the ambulance car. They tried fixing me and as soon as they let me out I noticed that the road to the underground garage is pretty steep. Lets go! And I just had to skate down from there as well. Oh, the doctors said that a muscle somewhere between me neck and shoulder is broken. Should take 4 weeks to recover. If I don’t do anything physical.. yeah.. right..

I missed my bus and as you might know, that means I have to walk for 3 kilometers. Not tonight! When holding my right arm close to my body and not moving it at all I can still get some decent speed on the board. And since it was near midnight the traffic was near empty. I skated in the middle of the highway – AMAZING EXPERIENCE! The last half of the way we have a bicycle road as well so I moved there and man.. The road was so perfect, no bumps at all just like solid silk. Uh, definitely gonna take my board with me some other day as well.. And I’ll be careful.. I’ll try.. We’ll see. 🙂

I need serenity..

Well a few days ago I was watching the ultimate survival and may I say with a rather strong interest for it. I watched the guy (Bear?) make it through rough Scottish climate from freezing blizzards and avalanches into the rainy ancient forests in hopes of surviving. And believe me, he had some tough times. I bet as soon as he went to sleep in the snow, the crew of operators,  sound recorders, director, make up artists and etc. went to party in the local pubs.

On his way he had to skin a deer that had fell from the mountains and died, to use the skin as protection from the severe weather of -30 Celsius. Hunt rabbits and make some herb teas from ingredients he found around.

Anyway.. a weirdo like I am, I felt that… Mm.. I want some tea as well. Now an ordinary Englishman would boil his water in a silver kettle and dip some milk in the mixture but I packed my backpack and walked.. into the wild. I live in an area that’s out of town, rich in landscape and nature so it wasn’t hard to find  some thick woods nearby. I made a fire, carefully adjusting the ground to be as safe as possible and started looking for the ingredients of my new evening tea recipe (don’t ask). Anyway I found what I wanted and boiled them for quite some time. The fire created mad amounts of smoke so you can imagine how I smelled like afterward, my clothes, my keys and even my camera. The tea on the other hand was really good, the smoky taste and smell gave it a special feeling, it was kinda like Brazilian matte tea. And how else could the tribes had made it if not over a live fire.

It was definitely a spiritual experience, as I spent at least 2 hours in the woods just listening to the nature and melting together with the ground. Laying on soft green moss and watching the trees above me dancing to the sonata of the wind. Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t of put that mushroom in the tea?