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It’s been too long since I set foot in here. How could I’ve? sonsanarchyseason7 With so much going on, with so much ass to kiss on daily basis. That’s right. The professional matters and routine eats your guts and brain and you have to dive very, very deep on all that shit to learn how to play. You have to. With so much bills to pay. Meh. So, you start leaving to do the things you love most, like trying to write or being a journalist and became an PR. Your skills – ever  so practiced in investigating and writing – have to be used as a good researcher to find the best gift for some brand executive friend on the internet. Oh… But nevermind, young journalist… Your soul will be theirs also – and we’ll be together in this mediocrity – in the kissing asses chain. The results are just a colateral  outcome when they should be the main target. If I have one piece of advice. I’d tell ya, “buy a bike, go ride”. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zBbprrcgBs

Jax Teller It’s hard not to hate, people things, institutions… When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man, tears him apart, turns him into something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become. That’s what I need to tell you, to let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act, what I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future, all I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend 3 days ago. As cliche as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew, a part I’ll never see again. Everyday is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what’s inside. You’re the one who determines if it’s a gift or a coffin.


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