I don´t know why I put in “diary” there, it´s always some sort of diary.
Now with the Corona, out goes the jobs, everyone if fucked.
I rent a room in a house with 4 others, although it does vary.
The one that seems to be permanent is this Marrocan guy next to me,
very nice man, he cooks real good, at least he has food so when he saw me
some days ago ( we all stick to our rooms not because of the Corona)
he gave me some food, he has no t.v, doesn´t read books, he has 4 walls
and still calm, you might tell him a nuclear bomb just exploded next to him
so he will stare at you as if… nothing. I actually told the guy, you´re a Buddha
you are not a Muslim ,(actually I didn´t say that but wanted to) He is too calm.
He believes in Allah and he said that is what keeps him sane. Something to that effect.
So maybe faith I don´t really know, I do know he is not perfect and have catch him doing
some not very normal things, as well as he knows my not normal things,
since I am not normal for sure. We had our altercation at first, but now we are good.
Jesus, every time I see him in the house that is…. If by nature I am already calm,
when I see this guy I go into some kind of Zen state of mind.
Read you all later you animator and more important innovators.
Whatever happens in my life or yours,
It is not a game for sure,
If you find God. In the real meaning.
You are quite comfortable.
(Just a 6:30 a.m thought, bit weird though but there is a lesson)
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
I do promise that I will read you later, I want to. If you don´t mind.
That is not the proverb, I got it from ¨The new writing from the new world¨.
It seems my roomate lives it in the doorway go figure that one out Charly. Proverb- Listen my son to the discipline of your father and, to the law of your mother.
What a nutcase this book.
Nothing against bitches
I love their riches….
did I say that out loud?
Well to hell with it I´m proud
No alcohol today
Hope that is the way is going to stay
But man, hands trembling so much I can barely hit the computer buttons
My face….. white as casper
Definatelly not the master
Hope it stays this way
I pray to God that the sweating, tremblings, and my casper face
will turn to face the other way, a much more sunny day.
It all started somewhat like that this morning when I went to the bank. I was tired of hopping from one bus to another, waiting what seemed to be forever for those buses to pass by the bus stop and take me to near the hell hole a.k.a. bank. Forget about bad credit, it´s a useless credit by now. Plus the teller at the bank was an idiot who had no empathy towards me. Not even when I showed him my picture of me as a baby. I told him that I could manage to do several things at the same time. No response from him. Just a blank stare. What an idiot. Then I went to the nearby church of my little town but it seems like they too are having some problems. Not even the priest was there, he lied there was no message inside so I decided to call up the Pope and guess what? He´s having a ball, so he wasn´t of much help. In my confusion after seeing this in my own town, in my own country I decided to turn to another philosophy and in came the great but after he told me that, and me just coming out of the bank feeling completely the opposite to the contrary if I had some money and stability, this just added to my confusion, dismay and ultimately anger so I called up my little friend and decided to take my revenge towards random people, specially youngsters in school. This is what I call tough love Not quite sure if they got the message by the way. I then decided to call a hot line, not the typical one but nothing. It just sounded to my ear a monotonous voice with absolutely no heart. I had no strength left. I felt so down that I did start my own little crusade to make people aware of the dangers we faceBut then I culdn´t but help eat a 1$ burger. It just looked so good. So I feel now like a hypocrite. So my last resort was to call my dear mommy up, we met and she showed me a picture of us she had in her walletand then I realised, some revelation came to me and I told the guy this,he looked like Gandi but he seemed a little more cool and and hipThat dude, love him. Plus he lives in my town which is great! He just laughed at me and what my mother said suddenly came into perspective so I decided that my new motto would be and found out there was actually a mathematical equation which was even more surprising to me, not kidding look it! That´s it. Trust me is a screwed up one, it takes a long time but after pounding my head against the wall over and over again I finally got it.
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