Wednesday, October 13, 2010

14/10/2010 letter

Dear Joe,

I must say I'm very disappointed with your reply, or lack of it. It seems you've forgotten the teachings, "if more than one of us, are in difficulty with a similar problem, those must unite to solve both predicaments, for 2vs1 is easier than 2x 1vs1." how terrible of you Joe?

Anyhow, you may pleased to know that I've successfully overcame my problems, but I'm not please, yet. I feel that's because of you, my old friend, I shall only be pleased when you've also overcome the mountain, which I hear, is getting stepper as time goes by… Have you given Jack permeation to help you with you duties? I saw him last weekend and he was smiling, as he always is (that damn lunatic), and I noticed a stain of blood on his overcoat. Do you know anything about this? You do remember what happened last time he was on the loose, don't you? All the paper work? All that sacking? If I recall your ass was on the line, last time, and it would be over it if it wasn't for me! We can't afford it to happen again, at least not now. I'll be waiting for this mess to be cleared for two days, after it I'm stepping in for good.

So to conclude, if you need help call me before I decide to invite myself in.

With great regards,

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The mirror

No man can by himself see his back, so no man can see himself as whole. You'll always need someone to support you, no matter who they are or what they are. They may be friends, family, lovers, enemies… no matter what you'll never be alone as long someone is watching, you on the outside, as you work your way inside your mind, soul or heart to grow, be and become what you wish, want, hate and/or love.

Having it said, it doesn't matter what costume or mask you choose to wear, you'll never see yourself wearing it; wear one, anyone and don't leave yourself uncovered for the world to see, for the world is a mean machine, that with all its little procedures will break you and your spirit no matter how strong you think you are…

There's no mirror to life, not in music, movies, books, poems, plays or comedies, TV shows or cinema. You'll just have to live it and with lucky have a glimpse of what really matters to you, and maybe you'll do it in due time and have a great thing called profit.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

11/10/10 letter

Dear Joe,

It's been long since I last wrote to you, but likewise you haven't written me, so I would suggest that we call it quits and move on, there's really no point for us to be mad each other, it's really not a true friends thing to do, we'll have eternity to fight so let's now make peace.

Glad to put that behind, my old friend.

So I've been told that we're both in the shitter, for different reasons off course, never the less we should not focus on how we got here, better to focus how to get out. Which I think we can both agree on, is the big issue here. Maybe some outdoor activity would help… I don't know, that's why I'm writing you.

It is said that two minds work better than one, and I'm willing to put that to the test, if you so kindly accept this offer.

Until then rot in hell, your dear Friend

John Scar Kramer of Lioncourt

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Back, and now ahead...

This is my first post on my new address. And i hope it to be perfect, because perfection is what everyone hopes from a writer, and so, my mission is to indulge your wishes.
And it goes to my knowledge that perfection is so often in the most little things, in the most simple things. But let's not obsess about it, Because language is a very tricky thing, no matter which one you use, from English to Spanish, from Portuguese to Mandarin, every little combination of letters, then syllables combined into words and words into sentences, can so often be misunderstood, misinterpreted or even misdealt with. Every word in the text is an ingredient in a stewed, too much is bad, too little is worse and in between in hell on earth.
There's not a mathematical equilibrium to language, and that's so damn good. I believe we would live in one of the most dullest worlds if, everyone spoke or wrote in a constant equilibrium. Where would be the spontaneous, and the wilde? If that were to be so i just wouldn't be able to go "upidol upido bagnag lipitalicus" or "Mother please sit in the right, near the elephant piss so to cry over cheer brilliance from our hateful neighbor".
So to simply put it, i would just like to say Brliglotus Farfets from Jsk of Lioncourt