Hi, my name is Jack , I am R.'s alter-ego , in many ways I control his life more or less, I helped him in many situations, he's my creator but now I am his owner.
And for today , Jack will tell your sorry ass motherfuckers how to man the fuck up and take matter into your own lousy hands .
First of all , if you are a girl , than you are practically doomed to an existence in complete and absolute intellectual darkness... I was just kidin' don't let your ovaries boil to much ..
So first of all you must realize that for your own self YOU are the center of YOUR universe, I mean things actually are like this...* I am not joking
Let's take an example : your friends , family, job , and everything else revolves around you from your own point of view . Don't let others tell you that your sorry ass is not the most important thing in the world ( I was referring to your person , not to your ass ). Don't let others to take your place, don't let them rule your life ( you don't want to be a lousy satellite when you can be the motherfuckin' Sun ! )
It's a problem with some of us which are more sensible and more dependent, some of you use to love another person so fucking much that you let them become the center of you own existence . Now that is a fucking problem kids , and let me tell you what Jack told me not to do : Do not let someone become more important than you ! . I mean this can have many twists, offcourse that when is a life or death matter you are allowed to jump in an active volcano to save a damsel in distress, but don't let that damsel in distress or that silly ass prince charming make you want to jump in a volcano because he doesn't give a shit about you anymore .
I say : Take control of your feelings , be cold , be strong , be like Jack . Even though pools shows that Jack is seen by the women as an chauvinistic pig crossed with a monkey , he's right and he does bang chicks like is no tomorrow , you can't count on that !
The truth is that when you let someone else control your feelings, or when you trust them with them , you sign your own sadness contract . So you can moan and cry, or you can say fuck this , I just read a nonsense post on a madman's blog about how my life shouldn't be so miserable because of that idiot/bitch and I have a strong feeling that I should just let this pass and enjoy life , enjoy the company of my friends or why not enjoy alcohol drugs and prostitution (remember kids use protection !)
So I know I will have probably two or three readers , I will be most gratefully If I could see a comment down below , or I don't know a sign of life , because frankly I am tired of writing this and think over and over again that nobody makes use of my manly wisdom .

Just Hopes

This is the place where R. grew up, I enter and take small steps on this plane ,far in the distance I can see the forest , I pull a cigar from the pack and light it up, inhale, let's take a walk together , shall we ?
We are walking on the same road R. walked so many times , I can almost see him and his brother heading to the river , pass the forest , on that big yellow hill with a "V" on it .
I lay down in the grass and I am starting to watch the sky , is not night yet , the sun is setting on my left and crisp red rays shine desperately from the clouds . At my right there is nothing except the plain and my shadow stretching on the grass like a memory soon to be forgotten . I open my beer bottle and take a sip , the first cigar is history but her cancerous smoke still rises to the sky .
" I fuckin' miss you people " Shouts R. from the depths of my conscience .
The Sun is going down on the other side, small bugs are crawling in the grass next to my head , I light up another cigar and lay down watching the sky again . I am feeling small , I suddenly know that even If I write this in the instance I am seeing those things you wouldn't be able to enjoy what I am feeling .
The others..the world doesn't belong "here" this is a forgotten place , an cocktail of memories , feelings and images , and to feel what I am feeling right now you will need all the ingredients .
"You" are my friend now .. come next to me so I could tell you stories about ancient battles which took place here , or how in that forest something followed R. and his brother for almost 2 miles , or how deers are coming out from the forest to greet the lone travelers or how about those hidden treasures my grandpa use to tell me about , the ones that have a bright flame just above them , and if you lured by the flame would dig them up , demons will come from and steal your mind making you insane.
There is no word to properly express your feelings, I will end this here , there is just me and the sky . I want to fade away in the memories, nothing is like it used to be , knowing this I smile at the new Moon and drink a beer in her name .

Don't let me be misunderstood

Hi, my name is Jack. Usually I meet people with a grin smile and act like I enjoy their company, usually I eat girls souls and play with their feelings,usually I write my stuff while being drunk or high...today I am sick of me. I can't believe girls or people in general would want to hang out with me..
Tommorow I will visit my grandmom, the person who raised me at my beautifull countryside ,I miss the old times,life was so simple yet so good, I wish I could have the talent to tell you about things,funny things, I did while I wondered that land. But let's make this short, I miss someone right now, is nothing I can't handle but IWould surely be better without this feeling. My happiness shall not depend on someone or something...yet I can't be really happy without this person . Today my soul craves but I can assure you I am working on this, and when my mind will return I wil be the same jackass everybody knows.
I fucking miss you , silly girl , you stone cold killer of joy.

Reach out touch faith

Wait..wait a second , must light up a cigar..
So many of you ( probably none ) are wondering why do I like this girl , I mean I am the Jack , I do not like girls and in the most chauvinistic manner I just use them for my own hedonistic pleasure . Well I like her because she succeed to be more bitchy than any other girl before , I tend to be sincere to girls, and when I like them I usually go to them ..and say it .. ( Yekshmas ma name is Borat , I like you , how much !? ) Well this time something was wrong , she didn't reply with the characteristic smiley face and "I want you in me" phrase , actually it was ice cold and kinda offended that I had the nerve to tell her that she's damn hot .
you know what .. I still didn't light up that cigar.. must..get..cigar..good.. good now I am smoking like a rastafari . Well the girl had some issues she likes video games , listens to good music she's pretty hot and the most important thing she's a smartass .. I mean literally she knows what the hell is doing .. this thing was contradictory to my beliefs and sometimes I just like watching her ramble :|about work and stuff related to work .. stuff I must know ..and probably don't .. just sayin'
Well enough about her because she will probably read this stuff and will puff up like a puffer fish thinking I am all into her . Thing which is not entirely true , I like her , I like talking to her but it feels like she's so far away and I can't reach out, while ..others are lurking and waiting for a chance .
So right now she's out there with a guy watching a movie or eating something , while I am writing this , more for her than for me , and I am wondering .. how and why am I doing this ? Do I really like this girl so much that I am doing something because she likes or am I really doing this because I enjoy this and I don't want it to end .
I don't know, and probably YOU shouldn't know, now I am going to drink a beer and play the waiting game . Outside is pouring, I couldn't resist at work .. I went at work at 6 AM and call it a day at 8 AM .. I almost felt asleep five times and fuck me sideways if I won't go to bed at 9 tonight .
So the song for today is Depeche Mode - Reach out touch faith . Enjoy it and thanks for reading what I had to say . You will enjoy it more after she will stop talking to me, I bet that .

Let's burn the world together

I welcome myself back to the internet , while you are reading my words of wisdom
I am probably riding my pink turbo unicorn to the dreamland to meet my damsel in distress and kidnap her ... I do that more often than you think .
Well.. about what should we talk tonight ? About the fact that I drank so much that I sang Zombie by The Cranberries on my way to work .. at work .. at my coffee brake .. at the phone ? Or should I talk about a girl who pretty much toked over my mind ? Hm.. I bet you would want to read about that foxy lady with the power to amaze the Jack .
While the last subject is pretty interesting and funny , because I always said love and feelings in general makes you look dumb , act dumb and ..as a matter of fact I already did some fucking dumber than dirt things.. I can't help myself to wonder about this fuzzy feeling that runs like a drug in my veins . I like the feeling and I am willing to try it some more , need some more of this stuff.. eh fuck it I want it all . I will be the Scarface of the feelings and were you silly beings are failing and burning in flames I will succeed , and you know why ? Because I am that chauvinistic narcissistic fella that didn't believe in silly feelings .
So let's do this and after that scream " all the humanity " when the Hindenburg Jack will crash to the ground . All hail to me and my new hobby ..soul archeology.. digging little fragments to crop something I thought it was lost ..or is it really lost ? We shall see !

To be continued

Also I am sorry for not writing more and also I am sorry for the mistakes ( no I am not .. if you find a mistake I call it a trademark )