The Real Folk Blues

Everything has a beginning and an end. Life is just a cycle of stops and starts. There are ends we don’t desire, but they’re inevitable, we have to face them. That’s what been human is all about. Life is nothing but a fast trip. But make sure you pay close attention to the end…

- Have you heared this story? A man injured his leg during a hunt. He’s in the middle of the savanna, no means to treat the wound. The leg rots and death approaches. Last minute he’s picked up by an airplane. He looks down and sees a land of pure white below him, glistening in the light. Is the summit of a snow-covered mountain. The Mountain is the Kilimanjaro. As he gazes down he feels the life flowing out of him and he thinks: “That’s where I was headed”
- And?
- I hate storys like that. Men only think about the past right before they’re death, as if they were searching frantically for proof that they were alive. Turn back. When you and I first met you told me something. You said that you had died once, that you’ve seen death. Why can you just let it go. Forget the past.
- There was a woman. First time I’ve found someone who was truly alive. Atlist that’s what I thought. She was the part of me I’ve lost somewhere along the way, the part that was missing, that I’ve been longing for…

- …Ever heard this story? There once was a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, reborn and lived a millions lifes, and he was own by varios pople who he didn’t really care for. The cat wasn’t afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a straight cat, wich meant he was free. He met a white female cat and the two of them spent they're days happily. Well, years passed, and the white cat grew week and died of old age. The tiger-striped cat cried a million times and then he died too, except this time he didn’t come back to life.
- Yeah, it’s a good story
- I hate that story
- Why?
- I never liked cats, you know that...
- ...Can I ask you something?
- What’s that
- Is it for the girl?
- She’s death. There’s nothing I can do for her now.

The past is the past, the future is the future. A man is a man, and a woman is a woman. The present is the present. I am who I am, and you are who you are. Dose it really matter? Or just did we think they do?

- Where are you going? Why are you going? You told me once to forget the past couse it dosen’t matter. But you’re the one still tight to the past.
- Look at my eyes. One of them is a fake couse I lost it in an accident. Since then, I’ve been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other. So I thought I can only see patches of reality, never the whole picture.
- Don’t tell me things like that. You never told me anything about yourself. So don’t tell me now
- I felt like I’ve been watching a dream I never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over
- My memory finally came back. But nothing good came of it. There was no place for me to return to. This was the only place I could go. And now you’re leaving, just like that. Why do you have to go? Where are you going? What are you going to do? Just throw your life away like it was nothing? !!!
- I’m not going there to die. I’m going to find out if I’m really alive…

Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light. But if you do not show fear, it casts it’s eye upon us gently, and then guides us into infinity.

- So, you’re finally awake. I told you before, I’m the only one who can kill you and set you free
- Those words apply to you as well. Either way, it’s going to end here…

- …She is death. Let’s finish it now
- As you wish…

There have been many things, but the next dream could be the last. No use doing this, so just nevermind. We’ll see you again, sometime, somewhwre.

“IT’S JUST A DREAM. YEAH, JUST A DREAM…”

Ballad of Fallen Angels

The musicbox is broken. Or is it? It’s starts to play and a hunting tune fills the air. I awake suddenly from my dream . There is no musicbox and yet there it is, a tiny one, nestled in my hand. And I awake frome my dream again, as if I was peeling an onion, it’s a dream no matter how far I go. I can never reach reality. Trapped in an endless nightmare.

- When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. You’re agree, don’t you?
- I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from
- I’ll wake you up right now
- What’s your rush. After all it’s been a long time
- Are you pleading for your life?
- Hardly. Beging dosen’t work on you, remember? Even if It’s coming frome the man who took you in and made you what you are
- Perhaps, but he was a beast who lost his fangs. That’s wye he died. And that’s why you have to die…


- …You should see yourself. You have any idea what you look like right at this moment?
- What?
- A rabious beast. The same blood runs through both of us. The blood of a beast who wanders, hunting for the blood of others
- I’ve bled all that kind of blood away
- THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? !!!!!


Just like that, sing for me please…

Are you living in the real world?

It was just that he was all alone, always by himself. Never anyone to share the game. A man who lived in dreams. That’s who he was.

- Can you hear me. You almost didn’t make it. He died. Actually, he was death from the beginning. Just like you. –

His eyes found the man who had given himself to the river, who let the flow of the river carry him away…

- Your eyes gazed into the realm of death. What did you see?
- I had a dream. It was the first time, the first that I was really scared. I shook with fear. If one thing, one atom, had given away, then I would be gone
- It was not a good day for you to die, so you did not, that is all. Know this. This blue eye percives all things conjoined: the past, the future , and the present. Everything flows, and all is connected. This eye is not merely seeing reality, it’s touching the truth. Open the eye of truth. There is nothing to fear
- Yeah. I see what you mean…

It was just that he was all alone, always by himself. Never anyone to share the game. A man who lived in dreams. That’s who he was.

Somewhere I Belong

- Vas a salir? A donde vas?
- Finalmente recuerdo donde es que pertenezco
- Perteneces?
- Sí. Tu también tienes alguien esperando por ti. Hay un lugar al cual perteneces, deberías ir a buscar donde esta. Es lo mejor, pertenecer es la mejor cosa que existe.

LESSONS

LESSON 1

Space travel log 0968. Empty time. It sounds good to call bounty-hunting freelance work, but all that really means is that we're self-employed. So when is no one to hunt, we have nothing. Nothing to do, nothing to live on. Well, that's all a part of the life we've chosen, our destiny if you like. But when you're out of money, you start thinking about quick cash.

Humans were meant to work and swet to earn a livin. Those that try to get rich quick or live at the expence of others, all get divine retributions somewhere along the way.

That's the lesson.

Unfortunately we quickly forget the lessons we've learned, and than we have to learn them all over again.

LESSON 2

Survival of the fittes is the law of nature. We deceive or we are deceived. Nothing good ever happend to me when i trusted others.

That's the lesson.

LESSON 3

August 6th, skyday. Today Ed gose looking for the spooky mysterious horrible alien.

Lesson, lesson. If you see a stanger, follow him.

LESSON 4

That was when i remember everything. It was... Oh, one year ago. I had gotten ahold of a real Ganimidy lobster. I hid it in the fridge in this stoockroon so no one else would eat it, but i've forgot about it and left it in there for a whole year. I wonder what it looks like in there now.

So that's the story. And what was the real lesson? Don't leave things in the fridge.

Point of View

El dolor es terrible para ti. Lo sientes como ninguna otra creatura. No quieres que continue.

Entonces haz lo que está en tu naturaleza hacer, y te sentiras al fin libre, sentiras felicidad, sentiras tu anhelada paz.

La maldad es un punto de vista.

Dios mata indiscriminadamente y eso haremos nosotros. Pues ninguna creatura debajo de Dios es como somos nosotros. Nadie tan parecido a Él como nosotros mismos.

Good night, sweet prince.
May flights of devils wing you to your rest.

Primitive Call

Cayó la noche, y la luna se alzó alto sobre los arboles. Iluminando la tierra hasta bañarla en una luz fantasmal.

Y la fuerza del primitivo permanecio viva y activa. La fé y la devoción, cosas nacidas del fuego, fueron suyas, y aún él retuvo su ferocidad y su voluntad.

Y de las profundidades del bosque, un llamado aún sonaba.

Locked together in hatred

¿Deberíamos apagar la luz?
Y entonces apagamos la luz.
Pero una vez extinguida tu luz no puedo darle de nuevo aliento vital. Forzozamente habrá de marchitarse.

Caminé toda la noche. Caminé como habia caminado antes, cuando mi mente nadaba en culpa por la idea de matar. Pensé en todas las cosas que habia hecho y no podia deshacer, y anhelaba un segundo de paz...