Another geat song and amazing video from TOOL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=PHkdR41H8Uk

G.R.R. Martin,s "A dance with dragons" extract.... Awesome

The rat squealed as he bit into it, squirming wildly in his hands. The belly was the softest part. He tore at the sweet meat, the warm blood running over his lips. It was so good that it brought tears to his eyes. His belly rumbled and he swallowed. By the third bite the rat had ceased to struggle, and he was feeling almost content.

Then he heard the sounds of voices outside the dungeon door.

At once he stilled, fearing even to chew. His mouth was full of blood and flesh and hair, but he dared not spit or swallow. He listened in terror to the scuff of boots and the clanking of iron keys. No, he thought, please gods, not now. It had taken him so long to catch the rat. If they catch me with it they will take it away, and then Lord Ramsay will hurt me.

He knew he ought to hide the rat, but he was so hungry. It had been two days since he had eaten, or maybe three. Down here in the dark it was hard to tell. Though his arms and legs were thin as reeds, his belly was swollen and hollow, and ached so much that he found himself remembering Lady Hornwood. After their wedding, Lord Ramsay had locked her away in a tower and starved her to death. In the end she had eaten her own fingers.

He crouched down in a corner of his cell, clutching his prize. Blood ran from the corners of his mouth as he tore at the rat with his teeth, trying to bolt down as much of the warm flesh as he could. The meat was stringy, but so rich he thought he might be sick. He chewed and swallowed, feeling the small bones crunch between his teeth.

The sounds were growing louder. Please gods, he isn’t coming for me. There were other cells, other prisoners. Sometimes he heard them screaming, even through the thick stone walls. The women always scream the loudest. He sucked at the raw meat and tried to spit out the leg bone, but it only dribbled over his lower lip and tangled in his beard. Go away, he prayed, go away, pass me by, please, please.

Music for today.... dedicated to  most people around here  who  makes

"difficult  not to feel a little bit

dissapointed

and passed over"

A Perfect Circle "3 libras"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWFv5ZoVET8

enjoy it

Today,s musical theme...not very sure why

RADIOHEAD "High and dry"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qFfFVSerQo

...It's the best thing that you've ever had
The best thing you've had has gone away..

Well,  i,d like eventually  to share some of  my fav  musical themes....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdqkrDivZyk

1. Forever Failure

"Understand procedure
Understand war
Understand rules, regulations
I don't understand sorry"

You must feel frustration
'cause you mind feels such temptation
And your ways appear a total lack of faith

You may feel elation
At your body's re-creation
And that joy you need, restricted by one thought

Are you forever - loss of purpose in a passive life
Are you forever - pale, regarded as a waste of time

High times are courageous
But in truth they suit no purpose
Induced, reduced, unable and afraid...

Can you feel rejection
And a lack of motivation
And the joy you need restricted and delayed

Are you forever - loss of purpose in a passive life
Are you forever - pale, regarded as a waste of time

"I don't really know what sorry means"

And if I offended you, oh I'm sorry...
But maybe you need to be offended
But here's my apology
and one more thing
...fuck you!
...(Suicidal Tendencies "You can,t bring me down")

Just noticing we are all  but merely wanting machines... craving black holes of need and hunger and moved by nothing else.

I guess this tougth drives me a bit closer to sanity and maybe some steep apart society and rest of mankind.

Surelly its not a new discovery... was Siddharta same who  told the cause of suffering was desire and since theres been many people  speaking almost the same, but once you  recognize it  you got  no option but to accept it and submit to be a slave of your drives, or seat under a tree to wait  death ( you can also choose an ilusory life when your  hunger is disguised as something else...thats what  makes us human, i guess)

Well, just needed to  translate this  to  letters, thats all...  surelly nobody  will ever read this...

if someone does i ,d like to share  this with :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avgiqNapUx0

a very lyrical reflection about   same matter...  I love  this band