Rants on lit. from Guatemala

A few days after...

Music: Death embryonic Cells by Sepultura.
Reading: Heart work by Michael Connelly

Shit! these days have been as black and red as the cover on this book. I wish i was still the guy that started this entries. But i'm not. What happened to me? i'm now almost 33 years old, with a possition as a teacher... not so bad.

There are always things to complain about if you don't know what you are suppose to do? always the same, or for ever different! there are no two ways to life. Either you are bored out of your mind or your life sucks in such a way that it might spill sperm over you from fucking you too hard.

Well... i'm mad? both angry and crazy... yeah... i should stop doing the things i'm doing. But since when have i been saying this?

Damned god... i should just start writing again.