I always say that what scares me the most are Clowns and Aliens (of the Grey variety).
Clowns are the spawn of Satan's ass. There's nothing more to it. Now, Aliens: they scare the shit outta me. Not because they are technologically, ideologically, culturally more advanced than us puny humans, and can decimate us with a wave of their bulbous fingers. No. What terrifies me the most about them, is waking up in the middle of the night, and finding one staring at me at the foot of the bed.
That would be fucked up.
On the other hand, i AM looking forward to the moment we make contact. I wanna sit down with an alien and shoot the shit. For realz. Also, i would love to discus theology with one. That, my dear reader would be tits.
Tits i say.
But the truth is that what terrifies me the most, is ending back home in shitty Panama. I've been close to 10 months up here in Vancouver, and while this has been the loneliest period of my life -with no visible end in sight- i would not trade this for anything.
So, if the price of staying up here doing my shit is to be lonely... fuck it, i'll pay it as many times as its necessary.
Because deep down, i rather be lonely up here, working on my shit and creating things than back home, surrounded by people that don't really understand me (mind you, there are few... FEW individuals that do), working away at a souls sucking call center (thank you so much for calling, what can i help you with?) and just wasting away like i did these last 10 years.
I think Charles Bukowski said it best:
I'm gonna watch cartoons now. I'ts been a long day: i came home circa 6pm and died till about midnight. Woke up, had some rammen, answered some emails and wrote this rant.
Clowns are the spawn of Satan's ass. There's nothing more to it. Now, Aliens: they scare the shit outta me. Not because they are technologically, ideologically, culturally more advanced than us puny humans, and can decimate us with a wave of their bulbous fingers. No. What terrifies me the most about them, is waking up in the middle of the night, and finding one staring at me at the foot of the bed.
That would be fucked up.
On the other hand, i AM looking forward to the moment we make contact. I wanna sit down with an alien and shoot the shit. For realz. Also, i would love to discus theology with one. That, my dear reader would be tits.
Tits i say.
But the truth is that what terrifies me the most, is ending back home in shitty Panama. I've been close to 10 months up here in Vancouver, and while this has been the loneliest period of my life -with no visible end in sight- i would not trade this for anything.
So, if the price of staying up here doing my shit is to be lonely... fuck it, i'll pay it as many times as its necessary.
Because deep down, i rather be lonely up here, working on my shit and creating things than back home, surrounded by people that don't really understand me (mind you, there are few... FEW individuals that do), working away at a souls sucking call center (thank you so much for calling, what can i help you with?) and just wasting away like i did these last 10 years.
I think Charles Bukowski said it best:
I'm gonna watch cartoons now. I'ts been a long day: i came home circa 6pm and died till about midnight. Woke up, had some rammen, answered some emails and wrote this rant.
perr:
Sitting down for a chat with an alien would be fucking amazing. Almost even more amazing than a zombie apocalypse.
holga:
isolation is a gift