Jaia Papitz's blog

I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled puddle would be carried to the shore, carving into the sidewalk's curb a barren passage under the thorn asphalt, into the sewage of hope. I like to dream but the sleep is always ended abruptly like a tectonic fault, drifting me to a territory I never intended to travel. There, I am asked for a stamp that the mockingbird received from the eagle's claw's only.

As long as we, the humans, are buying hope or the idea of it, we are prone to let down our guard and chase endlessly the ideal on an artificial path, guided by the scent of a delusional reality. Like a schizophrenic, we are unable to distinguish between the imaginary, the existence of refuge, and the palpable, the survival through mundane.

Hope is the drug that every human being had overdosed on and is still growing in popularity. Hope, in any dose, transforms the ingurgitator into a gullible pursuant of one's own comfortability.  read more »

We are shellfish filtering all the anguish of existence through the gun barrel. We never existed as a humanity but only as self coerced live stock. Often, one of us pierces through the imaginary fence, slaying the self backbone until one's empirical life bleeds to death near the inexistent heaven's border, on the shore of the sewaged hope. Repeatedly, one of us takes one's incapacity to evolve to the peaks of a mayhem within the herd's pen. One of us as a single person or as a multitude of individuals; the words are many but the most common describing this behavior are: militia, army, religion, government, business etc. - all of them deriving from belief.

Health care; an American vanity? A world's indolence? The metamorphosis of The Hippocratic Oath from a factual statement into a myth?

The constant competition, just to bow into the spot light, irrelevant as a football season. The arrogance to show that we are the best when we are put against someone else and not when we are alone, envelops even the healthiest mind into a flue of parodies.  read more »

1492 seems like a galaxy away yet The Dark Ages appear more prevalent than ever.

The New World, accidentally or not stumbled upon, once discovered, it reignited the aspirations of millions of getting a fresh start. Devouring the idea that a colorless blood environment would allow everyone to compete on the same racing track classless, humans flocked to the only and last New World, from the Old Continent as well as from the Rest of The World, dreaming that one's beliefs won't be persecuted or other's thinking that reasoning will never be tortured and killed by the absurd mind of the believer.  read more »

Listen! I do not agree with most American imperialistic policies. I'm not happy about Mr. Obama's accomplishments during his immature presidential term and I certainly refute the validity of the greedy corporate World but, agreeing with the goat fucking Taliban and dictatorial governments just because they are opposing the same guy I disagree with, that's blatantly retarded.

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I would pay top dollar to someone just to obliterate my consciousness. Then, he/she (no sex discrimination here) must perform the task of a complete dismemberment of the thought.

But, why place such an ad when you can elect them, the rapists, for free and after only four perennial years, your empirical experience will be torn, invaluable. Us, the victim and the perpetrator, despair while deceiving. Aware of the facts, we still place the ad and we despise the consequences. A hands-on masturbation of a wooden leg would never create a Pinocchio – just sawdust. Being an undeniable fact, this or that, the oak or the mahogany pillar is rubbed by the liberals like it will bring a climate change in the morning during which the conservatives are still using it as a flag post.  read more »

Was an encounter I never thought I'd intersect voluntarily. And if I did, I would just let it go by like a shot of tequila. Undrunk.

I am a simple man. I like people whose intelligence stimulate me and I despise creatures of ignorance whose obtuseness baffle me. I won't explain. If you are one of the beings pertaining to the second part of the previous sentence, then you won't be reading this. If, however, you belong to the first part, then you must find this indulgent explanation offensive.

The reality is tougher then my imagination simply because my thoughts and dreams never sucker punch me. This sounds like a cheap prelude to an obituary. Perhaps it is. If not, it should become one.  read more »

The ethics and morals that guide our behavior are nothing more than the high school concept of peer pressure. The schmuck who wants to belong to an apartheid group, gives in like an exhausted gazelle. Slowly, submissive and resigned, carries her hooves into the lion's den. Fuck it! Eat me! And it's not the murmured voice of the mistress. It's the human re-becoming a monkey. Life is death and death is life when the consciousness evolves into a melon; pleasant to look at, flavorful by some taste standards yet insignificant by its content. The way it is becomes the way it should be instead of: why it is the way it is? The it is must constantly be challenged so the should be would never have the time to comfortably set in.

Awe hijacks the TV sets and the radio antennas tremble with shouts of pundits devouring the new breaking story. Another one of us, a human, has committed a horrible crime. As soon as the story reaches us, via experts, the evil doer was dehumanized. “A random act carried out by a monster”. The atrocity repeats over and over again, spanning across decades and centuries. Yet, it's still random, they absurdly argue. A random act occurring weekly. And the gullible masses buy it even though it costs a lot of reason.

Is the monster resurrecting so often? Jesus! A monster!?

All has been done in centuries is only to gain from the fear via cheap shock value. If a solution would be found, which is very attainable, the role of government and society rules would self destruct since we wouldn't fear one another any longer. But the pressure of society corroborated with the daily dose of fear has created the bylaws of atrocity. The pundits reason aberrantly that they are random acts. Well, fuckers, it's a pandemic. It reached our street and that knock on the door is not for trick or treat.  read more »