frolicsome people

Frolicsome people

They go to an island where summer never ends
Where everything is in dollars and no one wears trash bags.

From what I heard from my sober professor
They never know that what they are going to is a booby trap.

That what they are standing on is a sinking island
A semi-sinking mushroom island that will die, eventually.

That for every hotel built, comes off the support that holds the island.
That for every pack of condom they throw ends up to stink.

So they still go in hordes, in packs and in crowds
Never knowing that they are standing on a ticking bomb./KP

back on the game

Summer can really bug a working person. It elicits the essence and feeling of relaxation. It makes you lazy.

That is why this blog is semi-empty, semi-full.

All of that is going to change. I am back in the game. Ting!/KP

Losing, Stretching

I think I have lost my thirst. I hope this is just a bad day (or week/s) or a sleeping hiatus of my muse.

The loss of the functionality and my files in Aristotle (my flash disk) is drowining me in stupid sadness. I kept thinking, what in the world happened? I just plugged it in my sister's notebook and then poof, it flashed the message 'cannot be read'.

Trying to make it working a couple of times in seven different pc units did not work either. I was insisting a non existing thing to exist again. We try that with eveything. We make a size eight fit our boat of a feet which measures to size ten. We stretch our three day allowance to fit in a week. We try to make things exist when they shouldn't.

I know it's wrong to do things that way but we succumb to what is normal. We try hopelessly, that ladies and gentlemen is normal. Losing interest in something is what I am afraid of. There are several factors why I lose things. 1) there are too many people doing it also 2) I have no time to devote on it 3) it has become repetitive and annoying.

A sample of this is my interest on the band FM Static. It was introduced to me by a friend when we were in secondary school. We were third year students. When I entered college, they went from Myspace background music to radio casts. People were oogling over them. People ask me, have you heard of them? They are sooo cool! And I was like yes, we listened to them two years ago. They insist the band is new, that I was bluffing. They stretch the truth, I lose interest in the truth.

Society revolves on this fact. Some stretch ideas, others lose ideas.

Losing files is another thing. Sometimes, if the back up fails, your dead. In my case, the one that failed was the back up. Much worse. Aristotle is dead and I need to accept that fact. I need not to stretch it./KP