Happy 9/11 America

I use to read newspapers sometimes. It happens that I feel very worried reading those lines. I can say that it happens all the time. That's why I try not to read that crap, or at least I try not to become nervous. But it's difficult. Sometimes it is very difficult, because I think to all of those people who read it and think that those words are the truth. I can't understand how someone can even pay for that garbage, it's like eating a rotten sandwich saying that is good.

What is wrong with you?

What is your fucking problem?

Fortunately there's some good sandwiches around.

I also use to talk with people sometimes. Just to understand what they think. I listen, I don't say nothing to them. They like it and they continue to talk and talk and talk. When they think they have talked enough they stop, waiting for a reply, or a word or something like that, they want to know what I think about the argument just exposed. It seems that they're pretty much confused when I don't say nothing about. They need to know something, but I have no word to explain what I feel for them. I hope that someone will understand that all those wasted words just said are unnecessary. As advertising on the walls. As a collision of protons. As the words that they read on their newspapers.



I feel quiet because there's no words on papers about our new songs online, for now at least, I feel free from this. Anyway, if we're lucky enough those new tracks will be on an obsolete support known as vinyl. We're trying to do it. I've always wished to see my music turn fast.

Misantropy will save us.

mC.