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<3 ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/4273141/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/4273141/ Sat, 08 Jan 2005 21:02:13 PST Control and repression. Rules. Prejudice. Tight education. Severe false moralisms. As a consequence, difficulty in communicate, in expressing emotions and feelings, in looking in the eyes.
Everything explodes then at night, with the alcohol. Be it in the local pub or in the office party. How to deal with the sudden fake freedom brought by the alcohol?.. Fuck or fight, thats how it explodes. No worries, it wont be remembered the next day...
Control and repression. What they fail to understand is that a repressed society is a society whose people loose their self responsibility and the ability to make clear choices, therefore, to express freedom..

In other news... the tragedy brought by the south asian Tsunami will probably bring the death toll near the 200.000.. one million and a half orphan kids so far...
A big tragedy... still... im letting again my cinicism go. It disturbs me the show off of the money giving.. First it was because USA wasnt giving enough, then the show off of everybody being so generous... It seems it will all be erased, the pain, with money. Of course, this is a material world..
I dont think money is the main first priority, however.
Plus, it takes away the attention to what really matters: the fucking global warming! the deforestation! the destruction of dunes, coral reefs, natural defenses, leaving coastal communities without shields against nature's fury! The rapid climate changes (the world's southern and northern ice sheets are disintegrating faster than anyone previously thought possible)! Human greed!...
Oh yeah, there will be other tsunamis. In one hand, this is natural, in a planet that is changing everyday. On the other hand, and this is what we need to understand instead of simply give money, MAYBE there is something wrong in the way we're treating the planet..

In terms of the human tragedy, allow me to be a bit more insensitive towards my race... Everyday there are more 227,400 humans... On the other hand, around 150.000 species are on the verge of extinction, most of them caused by the way we treat nature...
There are reports of victim rapings. An 18 year old girl was rescued from the water by a man who then raped her in the mud. How many stories like these?

Man i feel so cynical! Yeah, lets clear our consciences, do our one minute silence, put a candle, donate 5 pounds and go back to our cars and fuck the global warming, it wont happen here and we have to satisfy our basic needs. Like go spending hollidays in that hotel in paradise, in some beautiful coast fucked up by the greed to explore it for bigger profits.
What a tragedy. We are. ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/3886892/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/3886892/ Sun, 21 Nov 2004 17:19:44 PST - oh... you have to go?
- I have to catch the train, she said, and my brain was so paralised by her smile I was unable to order my body to do anything but tremble...
- ...between now and then, do you think we could meet again?
She looked straight into my eyes and just smiled... She was going and I was fighting my brain... "do something! do smothing now!!!"
- Can I... can I have your phone number?
Too late... she was already walking away...
She turned around, already on the other side of the street and whispered "Trust destiny". And then she faded away.
Gradually the street regained its normal colours, noises, traffic, confusion. Could I have dreamed it? Or?... I took a deep look at the muffin... Hum... was this by any chance a magical muffin?...
When I finally regained the control of my body I walked home.
Up the stairs.
Opened the door.
Closed the door.
knocking at the door.
It was her. The smile.
- You were swimming around my head, she said.
She looked around. Always smiling. Like a child, enchanted by a newly discovered territory. And I... was in twilight zone.
- So this is your world, she said, in one corner of it, just before disappearing, like magic, to suddenly appear in another corner. "You are so amazing..." She was moving, faster than Neo, and her voice was a colourful whisper. Explosions... everywhere.
Then she stopped and laughed.
- You still have that half bitten muffin in your hand!
I realised there was something wrong with time and space but I was not going to complain.
- Would you like to take a bite? I asked, moving closer.
- I don't know if I should take a muffin from a stranger...
- What do you mean a stranger? You are in my world and already mixed up all my senses...
The lips almost touching.
- You are too intense... she, the storm, said.
I gently touched her and gave her the muffin, in a kiss. The kiss got bigger than us. It took my brain, my heart, my body, my flat, my street, the world.
We finally opened our eyes. She was still smiling. She grabbed my arm. We got comfortable in our seats and fastened our seat belts. A last sigh before going down the rollercoaster. ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/3758856/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/3758856/ Fri, 05 Nov 2004 08:29:21 PST im more into this love thing... what is it? what makes us love someone? what does it really mean "i love you"?
as hard as i try and as no matter how many times ive lived it (not many, really..) i still cant answear that...
but, i still think the answear is somewhere on the first word of the sentence "i love you", the "i", instead of the last word, the "you"...
in other words, what we really love is what we feel...
why do we want to be with someone? what makes us say the so (in)famous "i love you"? isnt it because with that person WE feel... something?...
I love what those kisses make ME feel; what that smile makes ME feel, what that presence makes ME feel, what that body makes ME feel...
I, I, I...
what about the "you"?... of course we love that the other has pleasure in the same as well, but isnt it just because of... well, what WE feel?...
in other words... You are just an obscure object of my desire... what i really love is what I feel...
what i really love is to have my heart beating everywhere... to feel my passion and my desire...
is this a bit too selfish? honest? real? or should we just not think about it and let it beat whenever? or should we... tell him to shut up and beat slowly cause we have more important things to do?...
but... is there anything more important than what we feel?...
id like to hear ur opinions on this matter, wise or foolish, baring in mind that...
i love you
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The irony!
The singer was treated as a terrorist, taken in for questioning (one of those so clever american questionings like those we have when we arrive there.. "are you or were you ever a member of a terrorist organization?".. lol what can one answear?? hell ya, im british?.. or hell no, im not american?..) and finally expelled from home of the slave, land of the violence.. Too much love in his songs, probably...

Back in the island, one of the main terrorists says on tv: we do not negociate with terrorists!
Slave! Puppet! Ur face, Jack, makes me feel sick..
We all know now how we all were used, the UN weapons inspectors, the press, the people.
And yet... nothing changes... the occupation, the propaganda, the world domination, can we see it clearly? Of course not, they are clever, they feed us with too many distractions, they know how to keep us busy, if its not through emptiness and nothingness, is through fear, look how we got another dangerous terrorist who was willing to blow us all up, otherwise they just drug us then they police us, just like on a global scale they armed al-qaeda and then destroyed countries to fight them..
This is just all a big lie.. We are under occupation as well. Mind occupation.

When will we understand they have been feeding us a terror to justify their world domination? ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2761424/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2761424/ Tue, 29 Jun 2004 07:06:44 PDT Picasso gave him a prompt reply: no, you did...
The General did not understand... not even for a second, the man with the black boots was able to identify himself with the painting that shows the anguish, not the fact...
The Spanish civil war killed, amongst so many others, poet Garcia Lorca...

I remember the funeral of the Spanish soldiers died in Iraq...
Amongst those dead there was a certain Federico, that never published anything... He was enlisted and, because he was a poet whose only weapon was the word, a bullet soon shot him down...
Federico was born and lived as any human... he had all the diseases when he was a kid, made his parents stay awake night after night... he was baptised and the only reason why he didn’t get married was because he was only 20 years old when he was shot down... just like a certain Gibran Khalil, shot dead by a lost bullet of Federico...
They kill each other not knowing why... and then they go to meet God, Allah, or nothing... we kill and die for nothing... and we are also born out of nothing: a thing with head and tail goes inside an egg and here’s the mystery of conception... from that mix, comes nails, arms, legs, green, blue, yellow, red, purple organs, inside we are all the colours, outside we are our eyes...
The big madness however isn’t the nothing/human that comes out of nothing... we come with a conscience, cocoons hoping to be butterflies... we invent the wheel, money, we find death, or life that lives to run after death without the possibility of stopping...
Picasso and Matisse fought all their lives about who would be the most valued in the art market... they both lost to Van Gogh... they didn’t went into war because of that... they had wine, exchanged ideas, in peace with themselves.. differently from the earless Dutch that didn’t realise he still had his armour on and ended that life of inner struggle, of the bullets that are not lost and, conscientious of their targets, always get them...
Picasso, Van Gogh and Matisse got eternal through their art. But the Federicos or Kalils will only survive in tiny black and white 3x4, religiously kept on their mother’s wallet... ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2613000/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2613000/ Tue, 08 Jun 2004 13:06:36 PDT Bar at the beach.
I was with some friends there, models, actors, when this emigrant came walking through the beach. He was one of those emigrants that come to the countries that destroyed their own countries, homes and lives, searching for a better place, how ironic.
He was trying to survive to one more day of his miserable life selling cans of beers, when he was yelled at by the owner of this fancy bar....
-Get out of here now, he screamed, as if he owned the beach and the world. Or I will call the police, he added.
The poor man understood the message, probably not that well the language, and moved a bit further from the bar, but still remained on the beach.
The police was called. I listened to the appeal to the forces of law and order...
I went to the emigrant and bought as many beers as I could and told him to get away. Then I drank them saluting the owner of the bar.
What I really wanted to do was to through fire at it, with him inside...
-Waw, that was some show you performed there, but why did you take it so personally?
Well, fuck you. And you too. And you. And me.
And you know what else? Now gather the stones, cause you won't like this:
Fuck art!
Art is nothing but a pure show of vanity if its not used with a purpose.
And the virtual world... I was never a fan, but now I see the potential it has. I know someone who has 60,000 page views! That's power! But what do we do with it? Rubb egos...
What a waist...
Let's face it, how may tools do we have now to fight back? We had the media, but we all know who owns it now...
We could have this...
So each time we use it for any kind of masturbation it's their victory.
Virtual can be an excelent tool... to get Real...
What are you going to do about it?
Wanna keep masturbating? Go ahead then, masturbate your rotten body, you are already dead, you just don't know it....
I have nothing more for you. ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2517667/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2517667/ Wed, 26 May 2004 23:03:20 PDT The farmaceutical industry earns more than a trillion dollars a year for the sales of farmaceuticals that can relieve the symptoms but won't heal.
We have to realize that the goal of this industry is to make profit with the known diseases. The erradication of a disease would provoque the colapse of this huge market.

Coordinates of this farmaceutical matrix:
1. To raise the sales of farmaceutical products for the known diseases and to find new diseases to commercialize the existing products, these are the main goals and strengh of the farmaceutical industry.
2. The erradication of any disease would inevitably destroy a multi million dollar market. Therefore, the products are developed seeking the relief and not the healing.
3. To supress and descredit any new treatment or new development that can erradicate a disease.
4. To maintain the main world diseases, such as diabetes, cancer, osteoporosis, arterial hypertension, cardiovascular diseases, as they are the main factores of profit.
5. To form an international cartel, the "Codex Alimentarius", whose goal is to supress any information related to vitamines and to limit the free access to natural treatments all over the world.
6. To hide from the public information regarding the effects and the risks of the products and deny or hide its secundary effects.
7. To get a legion of people on the lobbies groups and to finance expensive marketing campaigns to deceive the public.
.....

Dr. Mathias Rath has decided to take action before the International Tribunal of Haya against the USA president George Bush and the big farmaceutical corporations for "crimes against humanity"

"I wouldn't be surprised if AIDS had another cause, and that the HIV was not involved." Walter Gilbert, profesor of molecular biology, chemestry Nobel winner 1980.

"If there was evidence that the HIV is the cause of AIDS, we should find reports, both at a personaly and at a collective level, that could proove the fact, at least with a high probability." kary Mullis, chemistry Nobel winner 1993.

A recent European Union Health rule suppressed a number of natural products, vitamine complements (after an interesting preambule where it was stated the importance of vitamin compliments for people who are unable to get all the vitamines that they need...) on the grounds that its excess could be prejudicial to health.

Everyday natural vitamin complements are forbidden by the Health Organizations and withrawn from the market. At equal speed and inverse proporcion, a number of complements by the powerfull corporations appear on the market.

Enough to make you think?...
Each one takes the pill he chooses... ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2480069/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2480069/ Fri, 21 May 2004 21:26:11 PDT The self-proclamed liberation army, with their puppy allies, did it again...
2 days ago they bombed by mistake another wedding, killing 40 people. Here in England, the puppy would say "oh I'm so sorry, did I just killed all your familly?".. Good dog! Fetch!
I feel so ashamed...
I remember my old poster of a little Vietnamese girl running naked with her arms opened, while on the background we could see the napalm bomb...
I used to feel proud of my tetric poster. I don’t know if I was able to understand the war, but I can remember the feeling the poster provoqued in me. It took a long time for me to understand it, I had to look at it countless times to understand it was not a war: it was a little girl, running naked with her arms opened. At each new look I could see better the pain in her face and the poster gradually lost its conotacion with freedom. A Dorian Gray in reverse.
That image was dying, the girl running tired and soon I replaced the poster with a portrait of Nietzsche. There, just what I needed: God was dead...
I remember another image: a black screen filled with green little lights. It was the Gulf War. Again the Americans, only this time the war is cold, a computer game. Just green lights on the screen, a war without the human element. Where were the makers of that sad show? Mediocre and vain directors on centre stage while we, who fight that eternal human struggle, are nothing but sad spectators. We may boo the play, but it doesn’t matter: the deaf power can’t listen the world of the dumbs.
And again the Americans. Rambo plays the Texan cowboy. Ever since 1950, when they imposed themselves as the biggest world power, the Americans come colecting world wide hates with that stupid complex of superiority. Bush is worse than Saddam and is even achieving to transform the old dictator into a victim. With him, an even sadder band of allies that, not caring for the voice of those who gave them power, got together and decided for the destiny of the millions of voices that all over the world screamed No War!
The ashes of the World Trade Center will always be a stone in the way, but the stones won’t be enough to cover the millions of victims of the Americans: Japan, Korea, Guatemala, Indonesia, Cuba, Congo, Peru, Laos, Vietnam, Camboja, Granada, Líbia, El Salvador, Nicarágua, Panamá, Iraq, Sudan, Afeganistan, Serbia, sorry if I forgot anyone..
The war came and it was certain... But there will always be an image of a little girl with her arms opened running naked towards a day, that we well know which one it is... ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2374300/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2374300/ Thu, 06 May 2004 21:48:43 PDT Freud dared to dive into those deep waters. I’ve found a text from him, an analysis of the Jesus saying “love one another as you love yourself”, part of the problem of the Western Civilization (Sifilization).
The text said that the biggest problem of men is his attempt to be good…
That’s perfect! Without big psicopathological reflexions, Sigmund is completely right ...
Thinking about this, I’ve raised another question: what is it to be good? We can think about lots of things, but why does being good always mean a certain pain? Repressions... If the sentence was “be good to others as you are to yourself, self estime would be fucked. So, we turn to love, a feeling as noble as God. It doesn’t need any further explanation... But if we have such a noble feeling, that doesn’t necessarily reinforce its divinity... for if we are so noble, it’s only natural we would come with its reverse, in equal proportion... Only a fool can live linearly “good”... What can we do if all the pleasures are on the “bad” side...
Mae West said that when she was good, she was really good... but when she was bad, she was even better.
At this moment I don’t give a shit about intelectual interpretations, when I can’t solve my own simple problems...
What I’ll do is to light another one... In my attempt to be “good”, I’ve been failing a lot on the item “love the other as you love yourself”, but, I will certainly hold deep the smoke in my anti-ecological lung, for I have no doubts that... evil is what comes out of our mouths. ]]> ~NicRiver http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2279367/ http://NicRiver.deviantart.com/journal/2279367/ Fri, 23 Apr 2004 18:41:08 PDT Oscar Wilde said: The past is what a man shouldn’t have been, the present is what a man shouldn’t be and the future is what artists are... ]]> ~NicRiver