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A day for witches and sorcerers , ghosts and goblins, skeletons and monsters, all creatures alike are free to roam the Earth on this cursed night, among the humans that so crafty try to imitate them.
This has been my first full incursion in the traditional Halloween, as celebrated in the North America.
For those who have missed the occasion, I must say that it is quite funny, to enter a bar, and be greeted by a cave-woman, who welcomes anyone who respects the dress code – one Halloween costume. I assumed the identity of a underworld creature that waited patiently for this time of the year to mingle with any Earthlings.
For my surprise in a room filled with extraordinary characters, there was already a representative of the underworld, fortunately he was representing the working force, whereas I was a true representative from the cult sect of the darkness overlords on the East End of Hell.
Still, this was a day of truce among all creatures, as such you could witches talking with mermaids, and clowns dancing with bumble bees or even demons and angels greeting each other.
The music was superbly chosen by the devil, even though the 4 Kiss band members that would go utterly mad every time one of their songs was heard from the loud speakers.
The health department was left to the care of a most unique female nurse, and Dr. Phantomas, whose grayish head was quite distinct. Talking about heads, it was interesting to see the Wolfman, with an amazing set of hair covering is face, even though this nice wolf did not bite no one. Neither did the vampires for that matter.
All and all it was a most endearing party where evil and good set their differences aside and had one blast of a evening.
Thanks to the wonderful make up works of M, I managed to get a prize. Not bad for a debutant.
To finish the strange night, I must quote the words of my dear friend Jack Skellington.
“… and I just can’t wait to next Halloween, cause I’ve got some new ideas that will really make them scream, and by god I am ready to give them all my might…”
cocasman@zmail.pt
Monday, October 31, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Thanksgiving
These weary eyes regard the monitor screen with the anxiety of words not yet spoken or written. Still, as a good alien friend would have said it, all works are mere statements of plagiarism among men. As proof of this, I present you the dictionary, and see if all words are not there, ready to convey the ideas that all of you share but only some of you speak of.
Before arriving to this place, I was lying on my borrowed bed, surrounded by hundreds of little colourful eyes in a dual colour bedroom, thinking about the Christian God, and the possibility of being blessed with some sort of explanation, a view of things to come. Perhaps a type of faith that would make realize that indeed I have some sort of fate to accomplish, other than waiting for the next ship to carry me to a pleasant shore.
The times of hurrahs have passed, no more glitter left to show. The theatre screen has long forgotten the shadows of the projection that once spelled my name. The memories of those who might have thought of me as a success, have been quickly replaced by some other allure, something more recent has surely tracked down their interest. No wonder a bill to pay, a new scandal shown on TV or a blood-full newspaper, good for those who like to stare at the accidents on the highway on a cold day, where death left some scars in some families life. These are the memories that we keep, these days, for the voyeur in us speaks loudly than the humanitarian. To see is so much more simple than to help, unless help means, hey get my picture, I am on my current minute of fame.
But enough about this, psycho negativity, that only serve to divert the attention for the moment at hand, my next move.
If A was around, we would certainly take the opportunity to check-mate. It is not easy to show my face to the family and friends that expect higher achievements from me. The grim reality has brought me to this stop-motion style of life, where my animators left the room in search for any plausible sequences that would enrich my character. I am no longer an interesting character, as I stay on pause. It is only the fur that daily grows in me that reminds me there’s a world out there that revolves around a clock and that there is something else worth doing.
The time that I spent within B’s workshop and is fine crew of oompa-loompas that I was a part of, still echoes in my days, making me wonder if there is my place in the motion picture industry where I would be adequate to play a part, or if all my previous work was all but a mere madman’s gift in exchange for some sort of miracle that would help his vision come forth. This good man as many visions and they do come to life, I grant him the true magic of moving people to his cause. Myself, I hold no power over the common mortal. I assumed that I could not motivate even the most common cephalopod to hug a fellow sea creature, using only 2 of its many tentacles. I think I lost half the world with this last remark, as I try to illustrate that I could no more be a leader than I could make the dreams of any mortal come true.
In good defence of positive achievements, I am on my way to becoming a level 8 warrior of the French language, just a few more months and the daily routine of exercises and interactive games within the work group will allow me to surpass my current level.
Will I wake up from this dream someday? Will I be able to smile to the fact that I am not a normal part of society? Will I have realize that this small token of freedom is sponsored by a commitment with a prison of the soul?
I ask of you. Where do you find your motivation to go on fighting for what you believe in? How sure are you of the things you believe? Do you even believe that you are real? Will any existentialist call my hot-line now (1-ANYONEXIST) and prove me that I exist for some sort of reason other than being a lamb for the self-proclaimed social accepted human slaughter?
Where did all my beliefs went this evening?
Today was thanksgiving day. I am thankful that my family, for the most part is ok , somewhere in this world. I am thankful that my friends are enjoying their lives in the way that they see fit. How I envy their enchantment of living for a purpose like a lemming? I am thankful that I do not starve, and I do not endure cold, except on some rather windy mornings, while pedaling my away through Ave. Victoria to reach the French school! I am thankful, that I can hug M everyday and feel alive with this love! I am thankful for the fact that I still think I know what love is! I am thankful that being alive is not over yet, there is so much I have to recover yet, and ahead there are so many possibilities left to explore!I am thankful for …
cocasman@zmail.pt
Before arriving to this place, I was lying on my borrowed bed, surrounded by hundreds of little colourful eyes in a dual colour bedroom, thinking about the Christian God, and the possibility of being blessed with some sort of explanation, a view of things to come. Perhaps a type of faith that would make realize that indeed I have some sort of fate to accomplish, other than waiting for the next ship to carry me to a pleasant shore.
The times of hurrahs have passed, no more glitter left to show. The theatre screen has long forgotten the shadows of the projection that once spelled my name. The memories of those who might have thought of me as a success, have been quickly replaced by some other allure, something more recent has surely tracked down their interest. No wonder a bill to pay, a new scandal shown on TV or a blood-full newspaper, good for those who like to stare at the accidents on the highway on a cold day, where death left some scars in some families life. These are the memories that we keep, these days, for the voyeur in us speaks loudly than the humanitarian. To see is so much more simple than to help, unless help means, hey get my picture, I am on my current minute of fame.
But enough about this, psycho negativity, that only serve to divert the attention for the moment at hand, my next move.
If A was around, we would certainly take the opportunity to check-mate. It is not easy to show my face to the family and friends that expect higher achievements from me. The grim reality has brought me to this stop-motion style of life, where my animators left the room in search for any plausible sequences that would enrich my character. I am no longer an interesting character, as I stay on pause. It is only the fur that daily grows in me that reminds me there’s a world out there that revolves around a clock and that there is something else worth doing.
The time that I spent within B’s workshop and is fine crew of oompa-loompas that I was a part of, still echoes in my days, making me wonder if there is my place in the motion picture industry where I would be adequate to play a part, or if all my previous work was all but a mere madman’s gift in exchange for some sort of miracle that would help his vision come forth. This good man as many visions and they do come to life, I grant him the true magic of moving people to his cause. Myself, I hold no power over the common mortal. I assumed that I could not motivate even the most common cephalopod to hug a fellow sea creature, using only 2 of its many tentacles. I think I lost half the world with this last remark, as I try to illustrate that I could no more be a leader than I could make the dreams of any mortal come true.
In good defence of positive achievements, I am on my way to becoming a level 8 warrior of the French language, just a few more months and the daily routine of exercises and interactive games within the work group will allow me to surpass my current level.
Will I wake up from this dream someday? Will I be able to smile to the fact that I am not a normal part of society? Will I have realize that this small token of freedom is sponsored by a commitment with a prison of the soul?
I ask of you. Where do you find your motivation to go on fighting for what you believe in? How sure are you of the things you believe? Do you even believe that you are real? Will any existentialist call my hot-line now (1-ANYONEXIST) and prove me that I exist for some sort of reason other than being a lamb for the self-proclaimed social accepted human slaughter?
Where did all my beliefs went this evening?
Today was thanksgiving day. I am thankful that my family, for the most part is ok , somewhere in this world. I am thankful that my friends are enjoying their lives in the way that they see fit. How I envy their enchantment of living for a purpose like a lemming? I am thankful that I do not starve, and I do not endure cold, except on some rather windy mornings, while pedaling my away through Ave. Victoria to reach the French school! I am thankful, that I can hug M everyday and feel alive with this love! I am thankful for the fact that I still think I know what love is! I am thankful that being alive is not over yet, there is so much I have to recover yet, and ahead there are so many possibilities left to explore!I am thankful for …
cocasman@zmail.pt
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