Tired

Tired of mind and all I think Tired of thirst and all that I drink Tired of will and all that I need Tired of body and all that I bleed Tired of breath and all that I breathe Tired of heart and all that I grieve Tired of sight and all that I see Tired of you and tired of me I'm lying broken under jagged pieces
Of burned out bridges Suffocating I can't breathe No direction I'm scattered in the breeze Living on memories Everywhere I look As far as I can see Broken promises, broken promises Pieces of me... I'm drowning, choking Falling deeper into this Black hole we call living And I can't breathe
No connection I scattered in the breeze Living on memories

My Love, My endless love

Tiny Vacation

... and so it came to pass that I attended a pro EU camp in Tusnád. Very nice, apart from certain persons, and the huge injection of politics in the whole matter... Yes, the hungarian socialists, although thoroughly subtile, have made their presence... true, very objectively, but you could feel it in the air... of course, that wasn't just the idea... but one thing... you could sense, the organising part wasn't exactly "european": severel staff members patroled in the camp, with a very authoritarian voice alomost commanding everyone to attend the meetings, or talk to Narkó Méla, because he's the friggin vice prime-minister... yeezus... and then one of them saying "we still have to teach the székely some european mentality"... Well not like this, ladies and gentlemen of the staff! Not like this! So up yours! It's a loong way before anyone gets us...

In closing some pictures here...

Phrase of the week

Kerülgeti, mint ateista macska a templom egerét.
(Goes in circles like the atheist cat around the church-mouse)

Why? Why the Filthy Undermined Chauvinist Kapanyél???

Why all you women complain and whine and get überfeministic about rude and pig-like guys, and blame them for being so peasantish and macho-like, when these are the men you'll get laid with? Why the fuck do you even comment on them? Why the bear's honey and strawberry-scented fartass all the gentleman-type of men are being put aside, having to feel miserable, when they want to offer as much as they can? Why are male-chauvinists so criticised when you women always put them on a priority list? Why do you call them pigs when you sleep with them? You like a pig's juicy fat suculent squirting sperm? Or the scent of a domestic two-legged boarpenis? Why the FUCK??? Maybe as a hint: because that's what you deserve! A hog's living and moving spongious dick in your rotten decaying fungus-filled vulvas!!! Except for that 0.0001 % of course... I really tried to accept it, but you just make it worse. I tried to be magnanamus and liberal, chivalrous, but no... Next time you make critics about men, take a look at yourselves in the mirror and think who you've been with! Because that's a great part of what you really are!