Remove the Trespassers!

It hurts to burst a boil! I mean you've been trying to ignore it, but it's kept bugging you, you've tried getting used to it, but it kept irritating you. And then, one day, it just started getting really fucking annoying!
You know what to do next: grab it with two fingers and squeeze it out! Like a living thing it's gonna act as if it's been a part of your life and you have no right to evict it from your body, it'll try convincing you that you're just fine with it being there and there's no other boils like it,... but you just know it. That puss, gotta go!
So, you squeeze, hard as you can, and it sprays puss all over you, like a petty little bugger, until some pure blood runs behind it to cleanse the wound.

And then, you're free! The pain is sweet and the liberation inspiring!
Just...watch your back! Those motherfuckers are vindictive, angry bastards!

You don't want tnem coming back!

A Long Story...Pt.1

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I was holding the piece of paper, engulfed by mixed feelings. On one hand I enjoyed my excitement. On the other, my doubtful heart just knew that once again I’d fall prey to that evil bitch, whom I had despised since my late teens. I just had totally lost all faith in her and she had no right coming back into my life. She had been living in condemnation, since I called my band’s album “Burned From Hope”.

Hope had no permission to crawl back into my heart, but I guess as the ever-uninvited guest, there she was, all glamorous and polished, with her deceitful huge, wet eyes, staring me inside and hypnotizing me that “everything’s gonna be alright”. My brain, as an ex-lover of hers, knew that it wouldn’t work out, but my heart, soft as it is, sucked her in like an addict, having longed for his drag of false pleasure for eternity.

And who believes fortune cookies anyway? Why the hell of all people, I should be the one to unroll the paper, saying: “Your fondest dream will come true by the end of the year”.

Then and there I told myself not to believe this bullshit, but the bitch curled right into my gut and made me keep the little piece of paper, so I could pull it out of my wallet day after day, after day and drift away on Hope’s little boat, meandering in my fantasies that life was fair and a better future lurked for me behind the corner.

Bull Shit!

After planning out and carefully placing my pawns in strategic positions on the chessboard of life, I managed to wiggle myself out of working on New Year’s Eve. The new 2010 was upon us and I still was a host to that little bitch, holding her flag of deceit in my pocket, but nothing had happened.

You see that green meadow? This is the place where my most precious mate (yes, the soul one) alkA, will be celebrating her BIG 30th 21st BIRTHDAY!!! Cannot wait to take you there, woman!

On the Path of Enlightment Great Food May Find You

(I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and didn't think it fit my mood to post at the time. But since I'm on the path of revealing a new chapter of my life to you, here's a nice start:)

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Me and my lovely wife just recently embarked on a NEW journey. The journey to explore the unknown horizons. And as it may sometimes bring distress and insecurity, we have unveiled the simple and blatant truth: life is about experience! And the lack of experience is simply...lack of life.

On the path of enlightment, we tried something awesome today: Thai food! And as this may merely be one small step for us (or a ten minute walk from home), it was a giant leap for mankind (well - no. Also for us).

The experience was unparalleled. Never had I seen a menu, where I could eat everything, or worse yet, I wanted to eat everything.

The papaya salad and the curry pineapple shrimp with cream were out of this world!

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They were from Thailand!

Ergo: Thailand is out of this world.

My idea, to continue the evening, by renting an unorthodox for our tastes movie (in vain with the whole "experience novelties" idea), may not have been the best. Or in other words: Please, Please, don't waste your precious time watching the Startreck movie, when you could spend these precious hours staring at a wall instead!

How I Took My Parents to the Children's Museum

 Hey, guys, I haven't popped in for a while...It's time I put on some clothes and told a story...

...so I get off the car on my dad’s shoulders and my eyes couldn’t believe it!

Children’s Museum!

WTF??!?!!...I say to myself…and I hear my dad uttering: You better enjoy this, Sami, cause your mother and I aren’t here for OUR pleasure, but for yours!

Are you kidding me? Of course I’m gonna enjoy this! First of all, I don’t have to pay, cause my dad has this plastic thing, called a “credit card”, that works just like  mgic, and second of all, him and mom are the ones stamped to get in, while I just walk in like I’m going home to pull on Buddah's ears and eyes!

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Oooh, I’d been waiting for this for a long time! It was an entire building, where those parents of mine weren't allowed to say “NO!”, while pointing an ominous finger at me! It’s the building of “Yes!”. I got to throw balls, make a mess, touch everything, pull on cables, ride on an ELEVATOR! (I know - too much adrenaline there!) and throw a quarter down a circle, where I was supposed to watch it disappear into a hole, had it not been for my dad, jumping to save it, cause “we can’t waste money”. Heheh, how naïve IS this guy!

But, anyway, that place is the first good idea since breast milk! I mean, I got to meet lots of chicks and hang out with them, even though they were much too old for me! I mean one of them even tried to hold my hand?!?! Helloooo? You ever heard of age inappropriate relationships? You’re like five and I’m like 16-months old, and stuff, don’t be trying to hit on me with that awesome ball you’re playing with!'Cos, you know my mom will kick your mom's ass! Man! What’s up with girls these days?!

That one place, where my dad stuck me... was pretty scary, so I cried...it was like a chamber of wind! I kid you not! He came in with me and his lips were almost torn away from his teeth! That’s how strong the wind was inside that thing! And you call this fun? I only call it fun if that girl with the skirt went in there, so the wind blew her skirt up and I could see her brown diapers! Now that’d be fun! But being stuck with dad in that hairstyle messying machine…no, thank you! So…I cried till dad finally took me out!

Also, forgive me, parents, but I have to mention this: What’s up with you, people? You said you wouldn’t be having fun in this place? You played more with the toys than I did! My crazy mom was jumping like a wabbit on that game, where you need to lose calories or something, and dad was making all those funny poses, trying to act as a goalie in that virtual reality game! Not to mention how long you guys played with the other parents, trying to make huge and BORING soap balloons! Well, let me tell you something, guys! Soap balloons are OUT! Tubes, that blow air and have balls floating above them are IN! Can you even imagine how long it took me to take you away from those soap balloon stations? It was ridiculous! You guys act like kids! I wish you’d stop it and finally grow up, cause I’m getting cranky!

It’s not my fault, that YOU two decided to have three beers AT LUNCH today BEFORE taking me to the fun place (I don’t care if it’s St. Patrick’s day, it was lunchtime! And you know how important it is for you to have coffee after that, and you knew I had nowhere to get it to you from!). Anyway… it took me a while to take you back to the FUN elevator ride, where all I wanted to do was sound the emergency alarm! And WHY didn’t you let me?! It was the closest button to the ground, closest to me, so I needed to push it! You told me this was the place of no “No!”s! Then why the hell did you stop me from sounding my emergency alarm?!

That’s it! You guys are punished! Next time I’m not taking you to the Children’s Museum! You should have listened to me!

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I might take mom, cause she played with me with that fun Lego, but I'm afraid this would be way too much fun for dad, so he'd better go to work or get back to writing on his blog before I grow up and it's too late!

Кой, аз ли???

Мхм, ти! Ти, ти!

I surrender

". . . he had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother"

Those are the last few words of Orwell's "1984" novel.

Today I thought to myself. Aaah, nice! I'm going to work! I can finally rest!

See a troubling resemblance there? Who knows. May be I stumbled over the edge.
I am truely and utterly depleted of strength and survival techniques. Like my aunt's hedgehog,
that crawled behind the cabinet and could not back out. So they found him after he stank up the
place. I'm afraid there's no light in the end of the tunnel.

When the Shit We Live in Starts Getting Stinky

Why are we so rigid? Why does it take us so long to immerse ourselves in unexplored waters? What is it that draggs us back down to the daily routines and engulfs us in oblivion?


Fear.


I know that redundancy only breeds security, but the constant retreat to familiar territories means lack of new experiences and a mental death. An essay I wrote as a student about Homeo Vs. Heterostasis lead my own mind wander in an unexplored area of my brain and surprised me with the formulation of this very statement: Homeostasis, as the attempt of the body to return to balance, ultimately aims Death. Heterostasis is the breach of equilibrium, harmony and monotony...as known as - Life. Ironically, my daily experiences constantly drag me back down to this same old statement! In order to live, we need to fight with our own Thanatos, which doesn't necessarily need to be the urge for death, but simply - the desire to rot, rust and sink into our own shit.

Here's a surprisingly good random example:

And THAT'S how we get old! Through life of fear of change!

My favorite quote for a finale: "And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you, no one told you when to run. You missed the starting gun!"  -Pink Floyd

I am an Praud American and I Have a Bloag!

Frendz,

I no, I no, I no. I no its taking me awhile to do my nu posts, but live realy has it's ways of making me live it. I may chose to lie on the cooch and wach TV, but live makes me work instead. I prefer to spend thyme with my family, but our tenant moves out and I get stuck doing this:

Sorry I didnt turn the picturs, I am two-buzy!
My wife and son eat there brekfasts without me, while I try to catch up on sum sleep because I have worked so much the nite befor.

Oh, dear lord, dear lard, help me with my searchings, for my soul is not at rest and my spirit likes to write, but it's time is so limited! If only their was a way for me to do two, tree, for, five, sicks, or maybe steven tings at the same thyme, I'd be so blessd! But, alas, I can only do one think at a thyme and thats two work, whitout been with my pour sick Sami, who is sick, by the way. Oops, Ive sad it already dat his sick and now Ive sad it again. I appolllogeese, 4 my mis take.

So, I hav nutting els to tell you, but I nead to keep riting, so while I'm riting, I may tink uf something else to tell u.

Yes! I watched the nues to-day on the TV and a kat has been stranded on a three-brunch on 47th street, but thank Lord, the fire departement came and saved him! Fortunately, their are some great heroes in the fire departement, who do not hessitate to risk there life's, to safe the live of a superimportantanimal, such as a kat!

This is al 4 to-days' post, join me next time when I want be workin, to tell you the newest news! Mayb someting like: Being an American, automatically makes me literate and I know perfectly how to spell! That's why I never even bother questioning my superpowers! I am so proud!

Finally

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