15 Steps To Be A Succefully Guitarist

1 - Dont you ever look at the guitar's arm when youre playing, always play randomly and noisefully the chords that appear in your mind and appear to be right for the song in that moment, always improvise, dont ever learn how to play a song exactly how it was made.

2 - Compose your own stuff.

3 - You wont need writings, thats bullshit.

4 - You wont need scales, thats also bullshit

5 - Always perform your songs in different way, when live.

6 - Try to parachute at least once in your life, they say that people that falls off airplaines in freefall seem to be better players.

7 - When you go into a stage, always remeber to be drunk or on hallucinogens, no matter what.

8 - At the some part of the show pull the strings noiselly at it end of the guitar arm, like you were playing an nazi alarm. (Make sure distorcions are high when you do that).

9 - If you follow all these steps and even so, the crowd dont like what youre playing, smash the guitar and the drums set like you dont care.

10 - If the crowd enjoy what your playing, make sure to play louder, and noisefuller, then smash the guitar like you dont care.

11 - Always have some saved cash to buy another guitar, if thats the case.

12 - Theres a legend that if you live under a bridge at some period of your life, the press will treat you necelly.

13 - Always act like a depressive, psychosocial maniac.

14 - Buy all the rights of your songs.

15 - Drink in public, go to partys, despise people younger then you.

(If you and your band dont have money to buy instruments and/or pay for a recording studios, and rare rehearsels then you have a problem, try to practice and play with the instruments of the people that are afraid of you, until you get a record label, if you cant get a band, keep following these steps, you will find one.)

My Theory About (A) Perfect Anarchist Society

First of all a president would have to be elected by the population and after that he would have to start a dictatorial socialism. He would dissolve all corporative ties with economic corporations from other countryes and assume that education would not only capacitate population to deal with those business (let them all kind of business) but influenciate population with the trully facts without trying to give them constipated answers. The education would have to be a free way to learn all about all kinds of stuff even those capitalist are afraid to teach.Television and local entartainmet acts would influciate population with good will and integrity. Food, Water, Electriction, would be free, as there would be places for those who doesnt want to work to live like small residencial business, working would be a chosen for the members of society to get material beings. Minimun Salary would be high, actually everyone would receive the same salary about $8.000,00 a month, the work cicles would have to be considered as important, example: A doctor cant do his job if the janitors of the hospital do not make their work. Q.I. would especulate what work would you be deffinetelly to do. Of course some people would tend to be lazy and push not to do anything and get only the easy jobs, but propaganda for nacionalism and the wealth of the nation would be on media, encouraging people to do their best. There would be no police because no one would have to steal or to commit crimes for survival, crimes of indignity would send people to reformatory jails. there would be no police there would be an intelligence group to judge peoples misunderstandings. There would be no cars, only public transpaortation, cityies would be like giant squares. Drugs would be legalized but properlly dealed. The country would invite thinkers and professionally agreagators from other countrys who are united to the cause to live in the country helping the development of the nation in with major benefits. The outside world money wouldnt count inside the nation who would set up credit cards with credits that would have no value as in the gold or any value of the capitalist system, That would only be dealed with external contacts for the outside world. Army should be valorized and protection for the nation would be strong even if the nation has no intentions to war.

Eu falo na cara

por que eu falo na cara
e te dói na veia
quando tenho a chance eu falo o que eu quero
e o que eu penso
só pra te fazer infeliz
entao eu falo mesmo
por que vc merece
falo na cara
que não aguento sua laia
e fiz o que fiz
só pra te deixar infeliz
pra ver tudo ruir
e suas lagrimas a cair

Exacerbated Youth...

second translation of google translator


YOUTH exacerbated

(Theme-punk anrcho traditional Brazilian)

The corners of the city
Snorting cocaine and drinking real
Taking prescription pills black stripe
Always accompanied by a pack of cigarettes
I light a joint and I sip cognac
Loose smoke and I feel relieved

Why was this the only way I found to get me dodge this reality of inequality
I feel lost in a maze of hypocrisy which their only escape is the melancholy

I want to stay sober but I try to distract the conventional world makes me want to flee.

I will in a solitary place, ideal for glue sniffing, because I feel cornered, pressured and debt.
At the peak of the trip I see a hurricane and the devastation caused by false information

Meanwhile, the indie-rock mine
If embellishes on a night out ...

Clubbing, nights out, bars! clubs! Holidays!
Ramones? The Stooges? Madonna and Katy Perry!
Nobody cares more about the revolution
All they want is just fun.

I climb the hill ... I WANT TO SOLITUDE!
Distance of the population ....

Monday morning, all going to work
And I freaked lying, sleeping in the street ...
Look at me and think, "Poor junkie!"
As he headed to pit for a wage ...

Turn on the TV, watch the big brother, buy cell phones and designer clothes ...
Is a pawn, an example of citizen!
We are happy to finance the sale of the machine.

Meanwhile I go into the woods ....
SEARCH!
MUSHROOM MAGIC ....

're Looking at what you shit?
This is my day to day ....
Tú still think to be popular
Goes hunting the gang, sucker, you will live your fad ....
Will make their futriquinhas, its rumors, fofoquinhas ...

Meanwhile I go into the woods ....
SEARCH!
MUSHROOM MAGIC ....

MAGIC MUSHROOM ...

MUSHROOM MAGIC ....

YOUTH exacerbated



Eu até achei que dá uma perspectiva diferente as expressões cogumelo mágico que todos sabem o que significa, e "mushroom magic" que ao pé da letra inverte as palvras cogumelo e magico,dando pé à expressão "mágica cogumelistica..." quando não exatamente se precisa do cogumelo para tê-la.

Juventude Exarcebada

JUVENTUDE EXARCEBADA

(Tema anrcho-punk brasileiro tradicional)

Pelos cantos da cidade
Cheirando cocaína e bebendo de verdade
Tomando comprimidos de receita tarja preta
Sempre acompanhado de um maço de cigarros
Acendo um baseado e dou um gole no conhaque
Solto a fumaça e me sinto aliviado

Por que essa foi a única maneira que encontrei pra me esquivar dessa realidade de desigualdade
Me sinto perdido num labirinto de hipocrisa onde a única saída é a melancolia

Quero ficar sóbrio tento me distrair mas o mundo convencional me dá vontade de fugir.

Vou num lugar ermo, ideal pra cheirar cola, pois me sinto acuado, pressionado e endividado.
No auge da viagem vejo um furacão e a devastação causada pela falsa informação

Enquanto isso a mina indie-rock
Se embeleza pra balada...

Boates, noitadas, bares! clubes! festas!
Ramones? The Stooges? Madonna e Katy perry!
Ninguém se preocupa mais com a revolução
Tudo que eles querem é apenas diversão.

Subo a ladeira...QUERO SOLIDÃO!
Distância da população....

Segunda-feira de manhã, todos indo pro trabalho
E eu deitado transtornado, dormindo na praça...
Olham para mim e pensam: "Coitado do drogado!'
Enquanto se dirigem pra masmorra por salário...

Ligue a TV, assista ao big brother, compre celulares,e roupas de marca...
Seja um peão, um exemplo de cidadão!
Financie a com prazer a máquina da alienação.

Enquanto isso eu vou pro mato....
PROCURAR!
COGUMELO MÁGICO....

ÔH-ÔH...

ÔH-ÔH...

Cê tá olhando o que seu bosta?
Esse é o meu dia-a-dia....
Tú ainda se acha por ser popular
Vai caçar sua turma, otário, vai viver sua modinha....
Vai fazer suas futriquinhas, seus boatos, fofoquinhas...

Enquanto isso eu vou pro mato....
PROCURAR!
COGUMELO MÁGICO....

ÔH-ÔH...

COGUMELO MÁGICO...

ÔH-ÔH...

COGUMELO MÁGICO....

ÔH-ÔH...


*Escrito em meados de 2008

Do you need her? Does she needs you?

Judy e o caos.(Português)

Judy era uma punk. Ela usava os cabelos vermelhos escorridos sobre sua face,camisas, calças e botas pretas. No pescoço, tinha uma bala de fuzil tatuada.
Ela andava pelas ruas e observava o caos, os carros, os ônibus, as pessoas apressadas para o trabalho. Ela observava ao seu redor a infinidade de concreto, pensando consigo mesma que todas aquelas pessoas pensavam que para o mundo funcionar, tudo tinha que ser daquele jeito, os pobres, pela sua situação, fazendo o trabalho que ninguém mais queria, enquanto seus patrões se divertiam nas piscinas de suas mansões lançando ordens pelos seus telefones. Ela pensava também nas pessoas intermediarias a essas situações que passavam a maior parte do tempo apressadas e aflitas com o trabalho, sem sobra de tempo para suas famílias, seus filhos. Ela pensava naquelas que trabalhavam pouco e por uma questão de posição social ganhavam dinheiro fácil para comprar coisas fúteis que não precisavam realmente. E ela pensava também nos pobres adolescentes que passavam uma metade de suas vidas estudando babaquices para que um dia pudessem também se inserir igualmente na caos.
Enquanto andava pelas ruas embreagada de vodka, ela ouvia britadeiras e sentia o cheiro de fumaça. Ela observa os carros zunando e os reflexos de televisões ligadas pela janela dos apartamentos. E com isso, imaginava pessoas ajoelhadas em frente as telas, em adoração às informações alienantes da mídia. Ela ouvia uma senhora pedindo esmola e observava enquanto um helicoptero pairava no céu, entre os arranha céus. E ela sentia pena das pessoas que viviam suas vida embreagadas por tanto caos porém atordoadas com “normalidade”.
E ciente de tudo isso, Judy se pôs a pensar no paraíso astral prometido por Deus, ou pelas religiões cristãs, que seja, e indagava-se: “Por que não fazemos da terra o paraíso?Por que temos de viver no caos? Não temos tudo à nossa disposição para viver no paraíso?”
E Judy sentiu curiosidade de como deve ser o paraíso. Então Judy pegou um ônibus e foi parar no meio da mato. E quando chegou lá, Judy fez um laço com o cadarço de suas botas, pendurou em um galho, pôs a corda no pescoço e se jogou lá de cima...
Judy se sufocou e se engasgou até a morte. Sua face ficou vermelha e seus olhos quase pularam para fora, mas o caos não sentiu falta de Judy. Porém, Judy também não sentiu falta do caos.

Judy and the Chaos.(English)

Judy was a punk. She wore red hair flowing over her face, shirts, trousers and black boots. In the neck, had a rifle bullet tattooed.
She walked trhough the streets and watched the chaos, cars, buses, people hurried to work. She looked around the infinity of concrete thinking to herself that all these people thought that to the world works, everything had to be that way, the poor, by their situation, doing work that nobody else wanted, while their bosses enjoying their pools from their mansions releasing orders from its phones. She also thought people in these intermediate situations that spent most of the time rushed and anxious to work with no spare time to their families, their children. She thought those who worked little and as a matter of social position earning easy money to buy frivolous things that they really did not need. And she also thought about the poor teenagers who spent a half of their lives studying nifty stuff for that one day could also be inserted also in the chaos.
As she walked the streets clutched of vodka, she listened crushers and could smell smoke. She watches the cars zuning and reflections of connected televisions out the window of the apartments. And with that, she imagined people kneeling in front of the screens in worship to alienating information of the media. She heard a woman begging and watched as a helicopter hovered in the sky, between the skyscrapers. And she felt sorry for people who lived their life for so clutch of chaos but stunned with "normality."
And aware of this, Judy began to think of the astral paradise promised by God, or the Christian religions, whatever, and asked herself: "Why not make the earth a paradise? Why must we live in chaos? We have everything at our disposal for living in paradise? "
And Judy was curious how it should be paradise. So Judy took a bus and ended up in the bush. And when she got there, Judy made a loop with the laces of her boots, hung on a branch, put the rope around her neck and jumped up there ...
Judy choked and choked to death. Her face turned red and her eyes nearly jumped out, but the chaos did not feel a lack of Judy. Althought, Judy did not missed the chaos either.

An oblivious reign of decline

During my entire life I tried like an infamous flat

to put we all united in a complete path of ascension

to find it together the paths of loyialty and bewareness

so together we could live in progressive.

Now I found myself lonely in my own path of environment

And I think it would be so annoying if people still try

To charge me about an oblivious reign of decline

In a flatness complete much bigger then my own

Please leave me alone about the sickness of the past

And let me find my ways i should have found alone

And forget we were once in a deep hole

Pushing to each other

Downer in the hole of nowhere

New Wod

World of Darkness is a system of Role-Playing-Game realesed by the publishers of White Wolf editors. A Role-Playing-Game is a game where you interact in a adventure induced by another player (the master guide) representing characters of your own choice. Old World Of Darkness were composed by games like Vampire: The Masquerade, Mage: The Ascension and Werewolf: The Apocalipse. These games were inovated in a new version wich is the version I introduce to you:

Vampire: The Requiem

Mage: The Awakening

Werewolf: The Forsaken

All the books are in pdf format in this file -> http://www.megaupload.com/?d=U521LJNY

Caminhos Confundidos

Os caminhos que sigo
Por muitos são confundidos
Lucifer não é o diabo
Aquele que foi criado
Pela mente humana assim que o fruto proibido, devorado.
Sigo em paz com a luz
o respeito e a dignidade
ao lado de meu Senhor
Deus, o criador
Aqueles confusos que tentam
Tirar de mim minha glória
e difamar minha estória
cabe-lhes a vingança
o bater forte do MACHDO NAS ENTRANHAS.

So

Eu tava sentido bem como se alguém estivesse castando um feitiço em mim sob os aspectos daquela musiquinha idiota do cansei de ser sexy? Super afim de mim? Então, resolvi escrever essa versão pra ver se dou um basta nisso


Aff. Achei.


Hoje quando eu acordei... Ah eu tava tão desorientado
Ahora do almoço já tinha passado
E o sol tava batendo na minha cara
Então eu acendi um base
e fumei escutando Nirvana
As cortinas fechadas e a escuridão ao redor
e no forno tinha coxinha congelada
Vê se me esuece eu pirei
Vê se me esquece eu pirei

Super doidão de beck 3x


Depois dessa coisa toda de "socialismo"
Eu percebi que estava sendo infectado
e da sceninha já tou mais que estupefato
Eu metornei um homem zoado
Vê se me esquece eu pirei
Vê se me esquece eu pirei
Então desiste dessa merda que eu já te esqueci!
Eu sou um asno e não quero mais sorrir.


Super doidão de beck 3x


e Anarquismo!
Viagem...
Gnosticismo...
Bobagem!
Lesbian...
PDF...


e Creacionismo...
balaço.
Feitiço...
o caralho!
Conhaque...
barato...
Junkie bruxo e essa calça rasgada...


Viajando em anarquismo, chapadão de conhaque.
Desenvolvendo teorias sobre o creacionismo
Filosofando sobre gnosticismo...

Super doidão de beck 3x


PDFé um formato e seu feitiço é bobagem
e teorismo lesbian já cortou meu barato
Agora vou pra loja que esa calça rasgada
Tá denunciaando meu junkismo bruxo pra laia
Então olha em volta por que nessa cidade
Tem caralho adoidado pra você fazer balaço.

blah blah blah

- Hey.

- Hi.

- You're new in town aren't ya?

- Yes. I've being living here for like... Six Weeks? I guess? Why's that?

- Nothing... It's just... Are you a lesbian?

- No. I'm not a lesbian.

- You're not a lesbian.

- It doesnt mean im hetero.

- Right. So... I couldnt not realise you always come here every tuesday, and you stay here for hours, even after you finish eating? And i never see you at the mall, neither in shows and neither, anywhere.

- I go at the bookstore sometimes.

- Yeah. Bookstore. Everyone loves bookstores. Right?

- Well, I do.

- Thats a very expansive dissue you are eating, you know? People eat that like, once in a year?

- So?

- What do you do for a living?

- Nothing.

- What you mean you dont do nothing?

- Well thats a long story, do you wanna hear?

- Yes, I wanna hear that. Will tell me?

- Yeah.

- So.

- I used to have a tead you know?

- Oh... Ok I get it. He died and you earned his money.

- Not really.

- You didnt earned his money, so, continue.

- Yeah, I used to have a tead, and he was very very rich. He used to give me anything I wanted, and he used to give me 1000 dollars every month, but he was always bullshitting me with crap like: "You know, Karla, You live here with me, but someday youre gonna have to live your life, and I am not going to feed you forever, I mean, You have to find something to do." So... I used to live there with him and, you know. I was living.

- Right. And... What about your mother?

- She died.

- Oh, that explains a lot, so continue.

- Yeah, so i was living there with tead, and I... just watched T.V., and listen to some music, sometimes I went out, and buy something.

- What about high school, you didnt go at high school? I mean, Im not sure about youre age, but you look like you just graduate.

- I've quit high school when I was eleven.

- Really? I mean, no, if you were eleven it was not high school, it was...

- Whatever.

- Yeah.

- So I used to live with my tad and...

- Youve already said that.

- Yeah, well.

- So you used to live with your tad and...

- Tss... Ive started paying attention about his reactions whenever i used to put my finger on my mouth, like this, Or when... I used to drink water.

- What? What's so sexy about drinking water?

- I dont know, I just like letting it fall on my chest, when its too hot.

- Do you mind if I ask you a question? What kind clothes did wear at home?

- Shorts, and bikini. Most of the time. It was hot.

- Yeah, I guess it was. With the red bikinis... ahm... Did you... had a shaved hair already? Then?

- Yeah, I started shaving my hair when I was 13, I guess...

- How old are you?

- Im... 19...

- Why dont you let youre hair grow?

- Because I dont. I dont like it. It bothers me.

- Right... You even look good with that shaved hair.

- Thanx.

- Yeah... and...

- Did you forgot what we were talking about?

- No... Im just... Youre father, continue.

- I started Paying attention about his reactions right?

- Yeah... And...

- I stareted teasing him, like, all the time. Not because I had something in my mind, or... I just thought it was funny.

- But he had right?

- What?

- Something in his mind?

- I guess so, because one day he came to me, and he was very desperate, he started: "Ok, Karla! What do you want from me?" And I answered: "What do you think I want? I want money" and I told him that if he put 50 million in my bank account, he would be able to fuck me whenever he wanted to. Well he did put 50 million in my bank account then...

- 50 million?

- Yeah, 50 million.

- Yeah, Yeah, 50 million.

- So... I could just have left him after I got the money but, I had no intention to leave him. I never had. But after I fucked with him, He expelled me from home, he said: "Get out of here, I dont wanna see you ever again".

- WHat a son of a bitch.

- No, he had tears in his eyes...

- And then you left?

- Yeah, he told me leave, then i left.

- So is this it? You fucked with your father, he gave you 50 million dollars, right? And thats it? That's all.

- Yeah, thats how i lost my virginity.

- What a father of a whore.

- I still miss him sometimes.

<\ *_* />

- Hey man.

- Wasup.

- You look like being a good man, Ive just arrived on this concrete jungle and i have a gun. What do you think i should do?

- Lets steal something.

- It doesnt seem right for me, what do you wanna steal?

- I dont know. Money.

- Money? What for?

- To buy stuff.

- What stuff.

- I dont know man, Food? Water?

- We'll have to buy that?

- Yeah. You have to buy that.

- What about the famous sexy females on earth, do we have to buy them too?

- Man, you could pay for one night of sex.

- One night of sex and thats all?

- Yeah.

- It doesnt make much sense for me. How would you do to get one and have it by your side, to share and discuss ideals and opinions,
your feelings, love and sensations?

- Well, if you have nice amounts of money, a nice car, a big house and good clothes you will probably find one of those.

- And how would you do to find one with personality compatibility?

- Look at their clothes, their hairstyle, i dont know.

- But if females are looking for males with nice amounts of money, a nice car, a big house and good clothes how would you be sure
they are being honest when using their clothes and hairstyle?

- I guess you would have to talk to them.

- And how would you be sure they are being honest with their words?

- I dont know.

---------------> brief silence.

- So. What you wanna do?

- Im, thinking about taking that one with short hair and her punk clothes to live with me at the woods. But if i dont have nice
amounts of money, a nice car, a big house and good clothes how would you be sure she would accept do go with me?

- Well you have a gun.


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Some taxi driver was found murdered in the streets in the same day a bank was robed and a girl got missing. Five weeks later a punk community who lived in the by the city woods was arrested.
Their crimes were compared to the charle's manson family by the media and all of them were judged to death penalty.

Not sure about the fact im not a woman butt!

Wow

FOUND THIS SHIT OVER THE WEB AND I THOUGH IT QUITE INTERESTATING:



PLUS!


TWO ALBUMS FOR YOU TO SWITCH SONGS OVER YOU BROWSER AND TRIP IT ON IF YOU THINK IT GETS COOL.....


The dying free EP:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=D1QXXA80



Miss Lava:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=52XFYOOG

Be Aware ->

Contract

Click to see it full size.
Read the therms and if you agree get in contact with me.

Coven (80's)

I'm sorry about the incovienience,



But this album really has the power to demonstrate all the climax of hate, angst, and nihilism that I feel by the society we live in.

You can call me childish, you can call me a perv. You can call me an asshole.
Whatever, i wont care.


This is the 80's thrash metal band COVEN

With the albumn A BONELESS CHRISTIAN.













































http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2OE7YWEU






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.jOker pOeTry.

-=000___000=-

This is a video of a great personal friend of mine, a great poet who lives on the streets eats the best food, drinks the best cachaças, makes the best ironic laughing jokes with me, we have faught once i made him bleed ad beat up his face, but what really matters is that he is here by my side now drinking cofee watching rock'n'roll videos and smoking cigarets.


Also know as "O poeta malcriado"


-=The nihilist punk=-


This is poetry from mr. Joker índio, o poeta de todas as ruas:










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