Episode 5

You can't kill the metal, the metal will live on
Punk-Rock tried to kill the metal, but they failed, as they were smite to the ground
New-wave tried to kill the metal, but they failed, as they were striken down to the ground
Grunge tried to kill the metal, Hahahahahaha, they failed, as they were thrown to the ground
Aargh! yaow! Aargh! yaow!
No one can destroy the metal
The metal will strike you down with a vicious blow
We are the vanquished foes of the metal
We tried to win for why we do not know
New-wave tried to destroy the metal, but the metal had its way
Grunge then tried to dethrone the metal, but metal was in the way
Punk-rock tried to destroy the metal, but metal was much too strong
Techno tried to defile the metal, but techno was proven wrong
Yea!

Metal! It comes from hell!

Episode 4

Love's like to an highway.

If you drive it for too long, you'll run out of gas. In case you need to pull the brakes, you'll get injured. And at times you just dont know what route you should take.

I'm running out of gas.

Episode 3

I interviewed someone, and that "someone" stands for a human being that you've never heard of, so this blog post isn't really important or interesting.

Me: What are your greatest strengths?

Interviewee: Hum... I do think I have a lot of patience, some maturity and not that much of life experience *laughs*.

Me: What are your drawbacks?

Interviewee: Love, self-esteem and bad temper!

Me: What's the last book you've read?

Interviewee: Prom Nights From Hell, by Stephanie Meyer. I found it really interesting, it's a 5-in-1 story about girls, proms, vampire disasters, witches, demons and all kinds of things. It's really amusing!

Me: What's your biggest dream?

Interviewee: (Don't worry), Be happy *smiles*.

Me: And your biggest fear?

Interviewee: To lose everyone I love...

Me: Is there any more questions you want me to ask? *smiles*

Interviewee: How about "Who are the most important people to you?"

Me: Oh that's right. Who are the most important people to you?

Interviewee: My family, my idols, Bea, Francisca, Zeca and YOU!

Thats right, it was a stupid and unamusing interview to all of you.

P.S. Visit her blog here

Episode 2

Do I look frustrated to you? Do I look insane? Or maybe I look like I could buy some joy. If your eyes aren't able to see what I am, then why do you keep saying you are a better person?

Episode 1

Rest In Peace, Kurt Cobain (1967-1994)

What else should I be? All Apologies.

What else could I say? Everyone is gay.

What else could I write? I don't have the right.

What else should I be? All Apologies.

In the sun, In the sun I feel as one, In the sun, In the sun!

Married! Buried!

I wish I was like you. Easily amused.

Find my nest of salt. Everything is my fault.

I'll take all the blame. Aqua Seafoam shame.

Sunburn, Freezerburn. Choking on the ashes of her enemy.

In the sun, In the sun I feel as one, In the sun, In the sun!

Married! Buried! Married! Buried!
All in all is all we are (...)

Pilot

The echoes of my long forgotten memories kept ringing in the depths of my brain, burning every trace of sanity left. The nightmare was dragging me back to the sanitarium in the great pit of fire, its devilish grip seeking judgment upon the damned. I stumbled in the endless maelstrom of sorrow and sadness, and everything turned black, a quiet black.

I saw all my hopes fading away in a noir of suffering, torture and fear. Running away is not a solution, as you end up running in circles, until you fall in the same hole you are trying to escape from, only it will have grown darker and deeper. A man’s meanest arch-enemy is their mind, for obvious reasons I can’t explain.

Again, I was no man to fight it, and no creature is. You struggle, expecting to be able to take over your mind and every thought that lives within, but the psyche has the nasty habit of tricking its owner into believing in the illusions it creates. And those theatrical moments you witness will be the knife that will keep on stabbing you over and over again, until you can no longer withstand the pain. The pain. Battling your own subconscious is a war you cannot win, even if you possess the greatest army.

I gave up, and laid myself to rest. There are no happy endings, just alternate ways of facing reality. In a nightmare, you always take the wrong path and/or make the awry choice. That’s not bad luck; it’s a cruel/merciless fate. And now, while my eyes are closed, an awkward voice welcomes me to a strange realm of lifeless beings. I may as well be dead and gone; maybe I’m just a soulless being. Honestly, I don’t care.Those are just the memories that keep me alive.