A Funeral in Joy

Original Facebook Date: December 31, 2007

Location: Study - Not a moment for incense - Optimistic

Feeling: Amused

Listening to: João Gilberto - Para Machuchar Meu Coração

Ohh, so sorry people ( cricket chirping) for not posting yesterday, but It was only until very late when I could access my computer. I was too tired to write, and the inspiration pool was empty.....(Like any of you’d care)

So, 2007 is dying.

And I don’t want to go to the funeral.

It’s too late when you notice that the time left of earth’s dance around the sun is running short. And that you failed (FAIL) to do stuff you sweared you would or still had time to do. Last New Year’s purposes are all unnacomplished and you have an urgency to bring them back and re-establsh them for the coming 365 days. These purposes are pretty much a joke. They express what you would like to do, but somehow, deep inside, you wouldn’t do outside of your sane judgement. Say:“This year I promise to work harder, I promise I’ll lose weight, and I PROMISE I won’t smoke/drink/fuck/[insert vicous activity]”. If man had enough will to stop doing this in a beggining, then our race would’ve taken a healthier road, but what a fucking boring road it would be. Face it, man loves killing itself (Fucking lengthens your lifespan, so no worries about that).

Today, the last breath of another dying number, I won’t be going to another funeral (which itself implies going to a maternity ward) so I’ll happily stay here at home and drink coffee off the sunset waiting the last moment of the year, while I listen to my music and watch out the window, thinking of how to make next year different.

Not much to say today. I’m sure my usual wrath against other people will be back by next sunday, so stay tuned.

Sharkman, signing off.

PS: R.I.P 2007, I’ll be wanting your organs now.