So, guess who came back to the blog

Cheerio's!

I spent the last few months hand picking my friends and it seems to be paying off, something that was pretty much needed since my depression kicked in recently.
Still , not everything has been bad, I have found lost friends (good ones), removed boring "friendships", became the person who was, but a little more responsible .

I deleted my facebook account because it no longer made sense to show things to people I've never "seen", even though i know 99% of the people in my network .

I can say that I'm happy with myself and the life I take, even though my hate for everything and everyone has been off the charts!

Take care little rascals

Ars.

This is awesome!

By stepping through my shadow, coming out the other side.

,I can't find a meaning or a good enough reason to keep living in this primate form of life... maybe it's just another transformation of the soul or a "path" to become a superior being, either way, it's just to goddamn painful  to live a meaningful life when no objectives or "paths" are clear....

X-Files T-Files Sitting in the tree...

sometimes I just sit in my chair and think
"Where da fuck did my juice go?"
They I eat a pieace of toast and think
"Where da fuck did my juice go?"
And finally I look up and say
"Juice..why you eat sky?No licking the toad is bad for tea remote shinny glow in the dark cdroms tits" O.O

To all whom this may concern

Hello my fellow bloggers.
today history was made!


like chucky once said... I'M BACK!


so.. hide your kids, hide your wife and hide your husband.. cause I'm (mentally) raping everybody out there!

Sincerely,
Ars Moriendi

FAP

Taking forever to agnoledge the feeling
you wonder how longer you can hold jizz in
The urges that follow are getting worst
sooner or later they're going to burst

You look at your hand and grin for a while
45 minutes that make men go wild
the life you hold is made for breeding
Behold at the room as i paint a white celling

watch jenna jameson get drilled by two
"that lady is fine", still not enought for you
"rip her clothes off" you think in your mind
as you reach for the tape and press rewind

inspired by porn you seek a new meaning
"Jerking off in public" for a fresh begining
your life's work, a 3 month subscription,
realizing later ,your seed's out of comission

as i walk down the streets of hell..

nothing happened ...sad day =/

Decisions.. Decisions...

Politics

i have only one thought...
vegan zombies growing potatoes , tomatoes and drinking soy blood...
Does it make sense? good..
that's how i feel about politics.

Puppy!

i found a dog with no legs
i toss a cookie to see if he begs...
shocked i became when he bark and didn't stop
so i kicked him in the marbles and heard them go "POP"

with a smile on my face and a knife on my hand
I cut him open and saw blood on the sand
"Don't die little puppy" i say in dispaire
he barked one last time before i kicked his head

and that my friends is my story to tell,
how a dog without legs died and went to hell

...

Vivia na temperatura tépida dos lençóis
Aquele que dava pelo estranho nome
De Amor. Às vezes soltava-se
E percorria pela mão
Dos adolescentes ruas desertas, sombras
Escuras e conspiradoras - soltou-se
O Amor - alguém gritava.
E vinha o vermelho e invadia o vermelho
E assanhavam-se os gatos conscientes
Da invasão da sua noite
Solitária. Depois apagava-se
A última luz da última janela e desaparecia
O Amor na tépidez dos lençóis.
Ficava a lua, ficava
O luar azul a reflectir perigosamente
Nas lâminas ensanguentadas
Dos adolescentes...

There's danger on the edge of town ...ride the King's highway, weird scenes inside the gold mine,ride the highway west....Ride the snake, ride the snake... to the lake, the ancient lake, the snake is long, seven miles....ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold...
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on ,he took a face from the ancient gallery, and he walked on down the hall, he went into the room where his sister lived.... and... then he paid a visit to his brother, and then he... he walked on down the hall, and ...... and he came to a door...and he looked inside .....father, yes son, I want to kill you.....Mother...I want to.......
























This is the end

psychotic..

Once more I'm facing my darkest fears,my nightmares..my weakness..
My loved ones are struggling to hold their mental sanity...and so do i, i guess..
and one strange thing happened...i felt something warm and cheerful.
suddenly I'm staring at someone, taking a good look for her skin, her mouth, her movements..
it may be some sort of primitive "love" feeling..I'm not sure yet..but, god, i hope it leaves soon..I'm wandering in my head every time I'm with her..
I would sell those feeling, I'm not used to them anymore.
I hate to see her leaving with that beautiful hair, that lovely attitude, that smooth voice that crumbles my head inside out...
how can i hate someone who makes me feel good?

In Loving Memory of...







"And I won't be feeling hollow for so long"

Dagger

I Stabbed a friend on the back...
but what i didn't expect was that she took the dagger
and gave it back
"Try again" - she said,
"Watch me bleed..",
so i stabbed her over and over again.
Rejoice i felt when she dropped dead by my feet
My mind is now clear..I'm back to the emptiness i call life where shadows gather to conspire against me in the darkness..
Reborn At Last

Winter

I'm still the same person i was...i think...
no dramatic change was made...
unless i'm now somebody else...
and my psychotic mind is now coming towards me, it knows how i live, walk, talk...
suddenly it all becomes black..i know this sensation... i'm surrounded by milions of fucking water drops that slowly frost my body turning me into a fricken snowman...

I just have one thing to say: " SHOVE THE CARROT UP YOUR A-HOLE! , I don't know who i am but i'm no fucking snowman..."

"My eyes are blind but I can see
The snowflakes glisten on the tree
The sun no longer sets me free
I feel theres no place freezing me" - Black Sabbath : Snowblind

Another day..the same shit

this was the day that i felt...
Feeling that probably is the only one i ever knew..
All my friends, my family, my music has failed me...
left with no place to stay or to be.
My brain works non stop to understand all that is happening...understand life and it's strange path, a path that leads to a dead end...
at last...abandoned, alone, dead, left with just a unhuman bodybag...

Life

Once more i've been hauted by past actions, people i've known, places that i went..
But most of all..i've been hauted by the tought's ...evil ones..the kind that can lead you to mental instability.
All my friends try to act as if i am a normal person....i think they don't even know me, so here's some info about me:

I AM AN ANIMAL, I JUST NEED ME AND MYSELF

it doesn't mean i don't need friends....in fact, i do need them..they keep me from going berserk , i need them to talk about stuff..
but in some weird way..i don't need them..just need something to write FUCK..
sure i don't mind people huggin' me, telling me they like me for who i am but...

WHO THE HELL AM I?

The purpose

Loneliness ? Hate ?Madness? Paranoia? Everyday I look around and see .. I wonder if it is really necessary..How can one try to have feeling knowing that is incapable of any kind of affection or expression that's considered to be good? Many times I look at myself and try to realize the meaning of my existence.. Does one need to try to live? Does one need to be social? If so..Why? as i said..not everything needs to have a meaning or a purpose... We are all just figures of imagination created by something that doesn't have anything more to do than make beings of raw meat that interact with themselves...while it watch and laugh at our attempt to become someone or something... needless to say "in vain"...

why?