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“Every time you think you’ve found your way, the way changes”

Very true.
I can also add that only you can change the way when the way changes

Art of Quotation

“Every time you think you’ve found your way, the way changes”

Ursula K. Le Guin, writer


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I´m in the know…so I´ll let you know.

You follow my advice….and your set for life.

-Make a choice, like…just decide!!

-If you are obsessed with security you can´t do nothing.

-Once I start I do not stop.

-Get up and stay up.

-Live for a reason and then there´s a reason to live.

-Breast feeding reduces women´s risk for breast cancer. You know what to do now ladies!

-The truth will set you free…..that´s stupid. The truth will make you see things much better but that other shit about setting you free I doubt. But it does make a good quote I guess.

-Limits like fears are often an illusion….that´s a screwed up quote too. For me is important to know what your limits are, everyone has his or her own limits and fear? Fuck, I know fear real well and fear kept me alive and dandy, sort of dandy but alive. Plus fear in everyday life is good if you channel it the right way, if you see fear as a challenge to overcome. Screw that quote, my rational is much better.

-Your natural talented skills will only be developed by hours and hours of pounding on your craft.

-Why the term “As greedy as a pig”? Well, it all started with an Irish gangster who would kill his enemies. That´s sort of a given really, doesn´t all gangsters kill people they don´t like. Anyways, this guy would chop the body in six parts, two legs, two arms, one head(fuck imagine if there where more)and then the torso left. In order to dispose of the body he would have a pig farm with 16 pigs and he would throw the pieces of the body where the pigs where and in two minutes the pigs would go through every bone of the body. Hence the expression, as greedy as a pig.

-It´s foolish to mourn those who died fighting for freedom, we should thank God they once lived. I´m not very certain of that, I fought and I´m not quite sure if God is liking me all that much. But still is a cool saying.

-Communication often ends up in miscommunication.

-Equal opportunity merchant of death….that sounds bad ass. It´s from the movie Lord of War, go see it.

-No matter what, when, how, every woman can be swept of the feet with the right broom.

-Depth of commitment until death….this one very few people will ever grasp it.

-For every action you must expect a reaction….the trick, measure your action and be prepared for possible scenarios of the reaction.

-Chaos has some order to it…..Read the Chaos Theory !

-Those who say they can and those who say the can´t are usually both right.

-Kansas City Shuffle…..know about this one? I make you look right while I go left and then….then there´s an unexpected reaction on your part and a prepared action had been by me.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Why I create art? Life.

At age thirty I have returned to walking through a house of hunted ghosts where people have been and now they are not, not to go anyplace, the place is the house where they have become the ghosts of mine the mind of mine in which they reside as if they feel they  have the privilege to reside in my mind, they don´t have the privilege to be in here in this mind of mine, in this house of mine, in this heart on mine. They hunt me and that is my destiny the destiny of a hunted mind. Why should I put up with them? I ask myself, but myself is unable or unwilling to answer that question a complicated question that can have a very simple answer which eludes my mind, my thoughts are blurred and un-blurred it´s a grey area in which I have to live. There is no white and black. Life.

Life is my house, it revolves around it it speaks to it. My house. The house where dreams where made and broken were people lived and died, where laughs where mixed with tears, where I was born and educated, where values and principles slipped into every pour of my body.

I look out and have stayed out of the hunted house seeing the green prairie of life as well as the soaked red prairie of war, the privilege of learning and un-learning the seeds that make up the wonderful prairie of life. Is not all war says my ex-soldier soul. I created my life based on what I learned in my house. I return back to my house, it is hunted I can feel it every day I wake up, they are there, I feel them as much as a hammer hitting my soul, my heart, my mind. But it is Life. The Life I chose to live and now I have to cope with.