Gin, tonic, and a loaded gun
When a car accident happens or a man is shot on the street, there are usually two kinds of reactions to be noticed. People would either walk towards the incident trying to figure out a way to make things better or they'd just rush away from it as fast as they can… and of course there's always the guy with the camera taking pictures.
Everybody wants to be somebody's therapist. It's fun to play the Savior's role. It makes you feel better about yourself when you feel the power to heal, when you feel the strange rush that flows through your veins asking you to start curing the blind and dying masses. Everybody wants to inspire somebody else, be the one they go to when they're in trouble to talk, be their knight in shiny bullshit. Don't we just feel great when we overhear them say 'He's a good listener. He saved me.' Be your very personal Jesus. We all possess that same miraculous power, surprisingly… not.
It's only when you lay back in your own personal throne, by yourself, with yourself, stare at your own reflection in the all classical wine glass that you begin to grasp the notion, the wisest of them all. You're not Jesus. You're not the devil. You are not God. You're just as weary and pathetic as everybody else. You're the one who should seek therapy. You're the one who should seek the listener. It's in that moment, when you begin facing your doubts, when you start doubting that you are ever gonna be forgiven, redeemed back to heaven, that's when you start seeking redemption in the best listener of them all, Al Cohol. The eternal struggle between man and drink, a football match between men and boys, always end up with a moment of clarity and a very, very bad case of hangover. You start drinking, drowning in and sinking your worst fears and doubts. Your "visions" begin… with solo guitar tunes playing in the background, soundtrack from the good ol' 60's motion picture 'the fall of the czar', theme song to our generation's humiliation. The guitar strings are the same puppets strings that move you around with its mighty grace. That's when you realize that you've never learned to play guitar, never took dance lessons, never even liked guitar solos.
Drink up. Introduce the rest of the band to your messed up head. It's all rock 'n' roll inside now, with a bitter aftertaste on the side. And the theme song plays in the background of your impaired mental faculties. That's when the mist clears off and you see things a bit clearer. Gin is today's penicillin, I suppose. It doesn't surprise me, not anymore it doesn't, that alcohol is directly related to medicine. It is true, you learn, that every drink has a silver lining, your true moment of clarity. It's right before the hang over that your fears become visualized, that your dragon comes to life. It's when you drink, not because you want to feel more casual, but because you want to sink in your own brain in a glass of acid that may or may not taste like wine, soak it in like a sponge and squeeze your fears out without feeling a thing. The resemblance couldn’t be more uncanny. It exists when you lose control.
It's when you can't see your own reflection in the mirror, when you reach out… to hold your own breath, when you reach out to hold the one you love only it's too late. It's when you feel THAT helpless. It's when you cry not because of how sorry you are, but because of tear gas caused by a grenade rebelling against a peace treaty that you've signed with your own integrity.
It's when you fall for forbidden love. It’s when you fall.
It’s when you have your heart stepped on… with your own naked feet, when you have your dreams crushed underneath that pillow designed to bring comfort to your head.
Drink up ol' champ… it just ain't worth it.
It's when you find Jesus in the bottle. It's when you pull the trigger.
its when u approach an intersection & a sign suddenly appears in a place where no stop sign had ever appeared before. u'd be unable to stop in time to avoid the accident & when u r sure u r not injured, upon removing ur hat u'll find that u have a fractured skull.
i loved ur words :)
Posted by Veeeva | 7/15/2006 05:31:00 PM
If ur talking about that dude with the weird walk in your personal photo, then, well.. tell him to stop walking that way in order to avoid having people hit him with their cars.
He's just that annoying :P cute though.. but strangely annoying.
Posted by Яαgιи Яαvєи | 7/15/2006 06:21:00 PM
hehe..yea he never reaches his destination
Posted by Veeeva | 7/15/2006 08:06:00 PM
..and suddenly i feel the urge of hitting him with my keyboard
Posted by Яαgιи Яαvєи | 7/15/2006 08:21:00 PM
hey! mabrook 3la el template el gedeeda!!
Posted by Veeeva | 7/18/2006 01:36:00 AM
Thanks.. did u like it? Strangely, everyone thinks my old template looks better.. I'm starting to doubt my taste.. something that never happens :-D
Posted by Яαgιи Яαvєи | 7/18/2006 07:11:00 AM
the old one was ugh..this one is cool
stick to ur guns man!
Posted by Veeeva | 7/18/2006 06:03:00 PM
well tastes differ
i told you that it only matters if you like it - it's your blog man.
i'll still come here to comment although i must admit this template is...well not according to my taste
Posted by calamity | 7/18/2006 07:35:00 PM
and your post man, i loved it, i marked it all over and i loved all through, there are no words to say this, and i'm ruining the feeling it gave me by writting anything at all. And this is why i didn't comment on it by now. so here you go sir, this is my comment
Posted by calamity | 7/18/2006 07:44:00 PM
Thanks y'all for your contributions in making "the world" a better place. :P
Well, I changed it to this white template.. I hope it finds a place in your...err.. kitchen.
I also made a few arrangements to the other blogs. Now I only have two.. and a third one that I haven't touched in ages...
Anyways I hope the current adjustments would suit everyone's taste.. and thank you all for your public service :P
Posted by Яαgιи Яαvєи | 7/18/2006 09:45:00 PM
it's the best template you ever use don this blog
however i think plain black would be the solution here, just give it a try man
put it out to test
Posted by calamity | 7/19/2006 12:04:00 AM