NIFOC

Don't understand what's going on
Woke up this morning,
All the hurt was gone
This is a new beginning
I'm back in the land of the living

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

THE ART OF POLITICS


Let me make a weird confession here... If I have one skill I'm really proud of is the art of lying!... you see, even though I do not necessarily define myself as a compulsive liar... It is true that I could lie about anything to anyone... without the minimum shred of remorse... but, I do not feel the need to lie which separates me from compulsives... Quite on the contrary, I lie when I want to lie... I'm in control of my lies and not the other way around.

Think about this for a moment! Why do people lie?.... To protect themselves or a loved one?... c'mon!, anyone can do that... even the cutest and playfulest animals develop fangs when cornered.... To get out of a sticky situation?... sure, but then again anyone can do that especially if it is your own ass on the line... Nah... I'm taking about the great beyond here... the art and the joy of lying!

I'll define the art of lying as lying about the little things... the things that don't really matter... the things that most people do not pay attention to... so they will never guess they're being lied to... On the other hand, the joy of lying is lying just because you can... lying just for the sheer pleasure of it.

Example - the other day someone asked where I had gone for lunch... I said BK.. had a Whooper with cheese.... when I really went to McDonalds and had a Quarter Pouder with Cheese... Why would you lie about that? What difference does it make?...What does that change?... Maybe nothing, maybe a lot...

Now, the really interesting thing is that I can be equally brutally honest when I want to and with whom I want to... that's the ace up my sleeve... you see, even the most accomplish liars will agree that there are some things you can never lie about... love, affection, pain...

Perhaps, I should not say this here... but a lie is not a lie if you believe it yourself... That is, if in your mind it is not a lie, then it is not a lie... however, no matter what I say the truth is always there in my eyes... available for the few who can actually read them... that's why I sometimes stare into space and avoid looking at people directly into their eyes...

Still, what is truth after all?... the concept of "truth" or "fact" is actually quite subjective... Truth is found not in words, but in actions... Take it from me, you can say just about anything to anyone, but when you have to act... everything changes... so, maybe your truth is a lie... and your lies are true... I know it's confusing but that's how it is on the dark side.

Sunday, November 09, 2003

NIGHT SWIMMING


It's beautiful out...

A brisk and nippy november night with a dash of christmas scent in the air... I gaze upon the darkened mountains and get lost into the lights blinking furiously a few miles away...

and drift away...

Seeking shelter on a couple of dreams, a few fantasies, and the images that come somewhere out of pleasant memories of lighted streets on quiet nights... mmmm..

Night swimming really deserves a quiet night...

The stars painted upon a cloudless black sky give me reason to believe that maybe this one will be better than the last... I need to stay out... walking... I outwalk the street lights like a drifter born to walk alone...and pass by the watchman on his beat...and drop my eyes, unwilling to explain...

I don't know where I ever got the bright idea that I was cool... so alone and independent..

but tonight I'm comforted to feel that somewhere out there... even though I know how very far apart we are... we're together underneath the same starry, starry night...

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