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Gay as can be! (Sept 26th 2013)I've loved women and I'm not scared to say it.
I know that it's not common but I'm proud of it.
I may not blend in a crowd but not being normal wasn't an option.
I've accepted that I'm gay, it's not a fashion statement.
I wear my pride and I will not hide.
Not behind a smoke screen, no ceiling will stop me.
I will be me and I will be gay.
I will be happy and you can not stop me.
Endless DaydreamsNever enough...
There's a dark cloud in this strange planet sky...
On it, a sarcastic rabbit inhabits...
He prepares a weird tonic
According to him the tonic regenerates the ability to daydream more intensively...
A tonic drop falls down; it falls down inside my open mouth (*yawn*)
I became a better daydreamer...
How can I return to my old condition, whenever I want????
I want to know the truth.
Daydream, the drug of the owl-person artist.
If I go behind me
I cannot find the truth I'm looking for.
If I go on in front of me
It happens the same way like a mirror.
If I try to forget my material being
I cannot find it inside the astral dimensions.
If I try to be a spirit alone
I am not able to answer anything.
So the life of this kind of artist
Is like painting something then
Getting dissatisfied then
Trying to do something better
Then keeping being that way (no cheers this time!).
Hey, rabbit! Do you know what to do?
(Even if I know he's not able to g
Endless, beloved Mother NatureEndless, endless, endless...
Beloved, Sweet, Restless one
I'm looking at the Moon
And every star smiles me sweetly.
I'll write something new
About my biggest Love...
Secretary, take note:
Nature, beloved Mother and fountain of goodness
You're a sweet poem sung with crystal letters
In the dreams of children, the stars and hummingbirds.
With your tender laborious hands
You sew lovely dreamy flavors,
Dear heavenly blue and green seas
Beautiful colorful flower essences;
Endless chains of Love and wisdom.
The sun shines on you with his smiling golden Love
While the Moon leaves me to contemplate
Your friendly and beautiful face,
While the flowers are dying
To kiss and caress you each time you come to me
Dancing and walking softly;
But You are the supreme beautiful flower and the rainbow that shines
My weary soul thirsting for light and fragile cotton clouds
Because You smile at me with perfect smiling face
And the sweetest and the most magnificent look of the Universe
And all eternal
Article 13As you may have heard, the EU is planning on passing a law on July 4th that will restrict European users from using the internet.
Found this Great letter, that explains why the article was put in place and why it is urgent to take it down! Please read and then please petition here (if you live outside of Europe / UK) or here (if you live in Europe / UK).
This is one of the letters you can send if you contact / e-mail your MEPs. (there are others.)
You can find article 13 here if you want to look at it yourself.
The EU parliament voted 15 to 10 not to remove Article 1
Oh SelenaOh Selena, how I think of you,
it makes me so blue.
You were a wonderful star,
to me, you're never far.
Your smile was bright,
it was like a light.
Oh Selena, you had great singing,
it was as pretty as a ring.
You've really touched my life,
what happened is more painful than a knife,
Oh Selena, I can't pick a favorite song,
it would take too long.
Oh Selena, I also get mad a lot,
I feel myself get hot.
What happened was so absurd,
it was the last thing you deserved.
Oh Selena, I often think of you,
and somehow I know you think of me too.
A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)The winter Olympics had yet to begin and Russia already felt the pain of the jabs that were being thrown at him. He had had to endure everyone criticizing his policies, his government, and his preparation. The Olympics were supposed to be the moment for the home country to shine, but it wasn't feeling that way to Russia. His stress needed an outlet and there was a very obvious way to do it.
Russia would never express his love for certain sports to anyone else. There was certain strangeness to sharing something like that with a different country, something human about it. It was the custom of countries to keep a considerable distance from the other countries by communicating only professionally and in a capacity that only had to due with their identities as countries. Anything personal was intimate, even a real human name was reserved for people with a close bond. Chatting about sports and hobbies was almost completely unknown, because that was like opening your human heart to someone e