Diary of a drug friend.

" I love you because you're as crazy as I,
Because all the shadows and lights of the sky
Of existence are centred in you;
The cross-jagged lightning, the roar of typhoon
Are as good as the slumber of time as we swoon
With the sun half asleep in the blue.
You're a dream, you're a mystery, empress and slave,
You're like life, the inscrutable beat of its wave,
You are always the all-unexpected!
When you've promised yourself, then you push me
away;

When you scorn me, you suddenly kindle and slay;
You hate truth as the lies She rejected !
I love you because you are gallant and proud,
(Your soul is a sun and your body a cloud)
And you leap from my arms when I woo you;
Because you love earth and its worms, you caress
The stars and the seas, and you mock my distress
While the sorrows of others thrill through you !
I love you because my life's lost in your being;
You bum for me all the night long, and on seeing
Me, jest at your tears-and allot mine !
Because you elude me, a wave of the lake,
Because you are danger and poison, my snake,
Because you are mine, and are not mine ! "

                                                                                  

                                                                                                         Aleister Crowley

Jeux d'enfants.

Felicidad en estado puro, bruto, natural, volcánico, que gozada, era lo mejor del mundo... Mejor que la droga, mejor que la heroína, mejor que la coca, chutes, porros, hachís, rayas, petas, hierba, marihuana, cannabis, canutos, anfetas, tripis, ácidos, lsd ,éxtasis... Mejor que el sexo, que una felación, que un 69, que una orgía, una paja, el sexo tántrico, el kamasutra, las bolas chinas... Mejor que la nocilla y los batidos de plátano... Mejor que la trilogía de George Lucas, que la serie completa de los Teleñecos, que el fin del Milenio... Mejor que los andares de Ally Mcbeal, Marilyn, la Pitufina, Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell y el lunar de Cindy Crawford... Mejor que la cara B de Abbey Road, los solos de Hendrix. Mejor que el pequeño paso de Neil Amstrong sobre la Luna, el Space Mountain, Papa Noel, la fortuna de Bill Gates, los trances del Dalai Lama, las experiencias cercanas a la muerte, la resurrección de Lázaro, todos los chutes de testosterona de Schwarzenegger, el colágeno de los labios de Pamela Anderson, mejor que Woodstock y sus fiestas mas orgásmicas...mejor que los excesos del Marqués de Sada, Yan Rimbaud, Morrinson y Castaneda... Mejor que la libertad... Mejor que la vida.

Gracias por mi regalo de cumpleaños :D

Do you realizeeee? ooh oooh oooh...
That I haaaaave the most
beautiful Elephaaant..

                                                     I love you Nye

No expectations.

                                                                          Marianne Faithfull.

                                                                     Mick Jagger & Marianne Faithfull.

Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I've got no expectations
To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man and
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before

You heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind

Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
Its here, and then its gone

So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again