THE PAIN...?

When it's paining we feel like dressing off this muscles, skin, these bloody clothes...

When it's paining we just wanna run, run and keep running;

When it's paining we just wanna close the doors.. all of them... isolate ourselves in a dark and silent room;

We just wanna lay down and sleep... sleep forever, maybe this way the pain goes...

 

This sensation is like living in an endless winter, endless night, endless rain...

It's like being a lost child in the war, corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, bombs blasting everything around us, screams, noises, tears...

As if every way would lead you to the despair... the loneliness...

So we contemplate the face of the death and this face becomes the most beautiful we've ever seen on earth!

And suddently the doors to freedom just open, few steps ahead, what a wondeful vision!

Being "strong"? Keep moving on? It's not about just ignoring the world and closing the eyes to the pain, to the sadness. We can't just not look or not feel. There's a whole story behind the tears, a shattered soul under the skin, a rotten heart that pulses so weak... Actually i believe that "being strong" is something like be able to let go the pain while life goes slowly in blood, in pills, in a rope...

Are we strong enough to keep a promisse of meeting someone in the heaven?

Oh are you asking about "god" and his "mercy" and "love"? Well he doesn't care, I don't care, let's just don't care together...

SALTY KISSES!

Jay

WHAT DO I THINK ABOUT "LIARS" & "LIES"? WELL...

Only the person who has been badly hurted with this such a disgusting devil's trick knows the pain of have made a fool by someone. 

A bullet will hurt your flesh, your bones, your skin, but a LIE will destroy your soul!

Sometimes inspired by naivety, or even stupidity, humans use to decorate their words with roses  and turn them into something different from the reality.But even the most fool creature in the world knows how painful is when it's thorns pierces our flesh. Roses are beautiful but not its thorns, just like a LIE when it makes you smile for a while but it will surely make you cry later harder than you've laughed.

Many times the fucking and disgusting LIARS are just the ones who never meant to hurt you and then they decide to send you flowers with a snake inside. I mean, for "loving" you  they comfort you with a sweet lie and cover the monstrous truth just to see your cute smile once more. But...... some of them just lie to fuck you really, these ones deserve to burn in hell. Well, about that ones who promissed us never let a tear of sadness fall on our faces, but in the end just shattered our souls and hearts with that fatal fairy tale, I just say: MOTHERFUCKERS THE DEMON IS WAITING FOR YOU IN THE HELL TO INSERT HIS STICK IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!!

In face of these facts I realy don't care if I'll hurt your feelings, or if I made you cry, but I'll never deceive you with a sweet lie just to make you happy, bcoz my "mission" is not make you smile, but let you know the truth always.

Give me a shot, call me insane, kidnap my sister... BUT DON'T LIE TO ME...

SWEET KISSES!

Jay

LET'S COUNT FROM 1 TO 12 & THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF! (^_^)/

I believe i already wrote a little bit about HYPOCRISY in an old post, but the deal is that everytime i feel necessary to remind people about something really important i have to bring some things again, i've got to hunt out some corpses from my sweet cemetery of human rottenness!

Well, from some weeks on i can see some sweet people judging some acts of mine and then they forget something really interesting about themselves: They're rotten inside.

Sweetheart do you really wanna talk about CONDUCT? Are you all sure about the purity of yours before trying to maculate mine? Are you really sure that your minds, hands and bodies are cleaned up enough before telling me mine are corrupted?

Remeber when you lied, cheated your wife / husband / girlfriend / boyfriend / friend in a stinky corner that night, you've killed, destroyed dreams, corrupted kids (sometimes your own kids), abused girls, abused old people?? Don't you remeber? Your bloody hands on that innocent and pure skin, your fingers around that cute neck pressing until that heart stop beating. Your disgusting voice in my ears saying "come she will never know i'll lead to a place of pleasure where you'll be mine and i'll be yours, come give me your body". WTF!! So now i'm the bitch here right MOTHERFUCKER?

Your soul is rotten, i can see the worms coming out through your mouth, your eyes, your ear, your nose, but all you can see is my "bad" acts according to you, my faults, my rottenness while yours is damaging all around you. Open your eyes and look at yourself, you'll feel like screaming, crying, undressing this your skin, taking off this your soul.

So....... before judging my CONDUCT take a deep breath, take all your HYPOCRISY, count from one to twelve and then GO FUCK YOURSELF!

SWEET KISSES!

Jay