MAKE NO MISTAKE

We cannot prove the existence of any god or meaning to this life. We just believe it or not and then again what really matters is how nice we are to each other. Maybe. The fuck we know but we sure suspect that love and science might take us higher. We mean we need both. Get used to it.

BLESS THE DAY

Yeah I was painting this canvas that was so big I had to push everything in my living room to the walls just to unroll it on the floor. It was going on for weeks. Then this hot female friend called me on the phone and decreed that I needed to dance and have some fun. She was so right. We danced a lot and then I took her back to her place. She did not invite me up to her pad. But she kissed me on my neck instead of my cheek when we said goodbye. That was the closer I ever got to having sex with her and I was happy like crazy. Last time I saw her she was fatter and even hotter. Maybe some day. Maybe not. So what? I bless the day I met her. Wish I knew the precise date. And then again who needs to know the exact day? Not anyone I know or heard about. Keep on if you believe.

SOME OTHER

She saw a cab and yelled for it. Her loud voice surprised me. The fact that the driver heard it and stopped was even more surprising. We were in one of the biggest cities of the planet. Even on a side street, it was a surprise for a human voice to be heard through the glass of the car's windows and above the noise. I figured that in ten or twenty years this would be no surprise at all and instead a true remembrance of what by then would be thought of as a Golden Age or some other delicious delusion. She was not surprised at all. She just gave me a warm smile as she got into the cab. I smiled back and turned to walk East.

IT WAS REALLY NOTHING

It was really nothing
No drugs
No booze
I was just happy
For no apparent
Reason

It scared him
Witless
Right there
On the street

I was aloof
He pretended
He never
Saw me

So cute
When he told me
So worried
That I looked
Insane

I told him
I was fine
Just happy
No reason

But no reason
This time
Made sense
Was fine

WE WANT TO BELIEVE IT ALL

We want to believe it all
In a drunken stupor
We nearly hear voices
Nearly stand for

Dead ideas of old
We feel
And yet dunno
Not too late
For another drink
Please hold me
Pretty one

NO ONE DESERVES TO SUFFER

Don't you fucking answer the phone on your birthday?
Aw, I just turn into doctor House and mister Hyde, so I prefer to vanish and avoid bipolar jolts that no one deserves to suffer.

NINGUEEM MERECE VER

Tu naum atende o telefone no niver naum, porra?
Ah, no meu niver eu viro uma mistura de doctor House e mister Hyde. Prefiro sumir pra evitar cenas bipolares que ningueem merece ver.

MEANING: NOTHING

OTHER POSSIBLE MEANING: LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

HELP TO KEEP FAST FOOD FAST