alllllllô world

Hello world, 

I’ve been apart for too long from the written mode. 

How can I compensate all this time apart with you in one word: whatever. 

Looking at big companies and their multi personalities dealing with their pathetic lives, you: even if there is just one reader: Might understand my wrath. 

That doesn’t justify, however, that I’ve been trying to write for good but my own soul always triggers me with pain, anxiety and regret. The scale and scape is inevitable. The boy with a titanium leg, a broken neck, scapula and twisted wrist should be no longer in the game. But what is the game?

Moving to Miami twisted all senses of good and evil, ethical and unethical. Right or wrong. What does this denotations have to imply in real life? NOTHING, if you don’t read this; it is indifferent if you do. Equally with most of the content around.

What is the point of trying to make a point? Trying. 

It’s easy to be the top 0.01% and still want more, it is easy to be beggarly and want more.
Everybody throw their rocks in any glass ceilings they can find to make their own ends meat.
Viciously trying to new ways to break each other apart, to break their spirit and suck their dreams. 

So when someone stands up, notices that there are other ways to deal with this shitty world. 

let’s hear the sound of silence