The Start.

[[So i have decieded finally after 3 months in Barcelona to actually write/start this blog that was set up by my mother for me....... she probily did it just so she can know im ok......isnt thats what facebook is for mum?ill just poke you every couple of days.]]

  What the fuvk is there to write.......(15mins passed)...Ok so for all that read this. You will an insight of my thoughts, E.G  What i think of when i see something or just in general. It may not all make sense...It may be... Weird...Dark....Twisted...Funny......Gay.(im not gay,..well maby on a sunday )........Racist ( im not racist,well only for comical value) ....or may not make any sense at all.  These things are me . Maby if you are a stranger reading this you may get to know me.
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  Why did i decide to move to Barcelona i ask myself some times.....To live,To meet people,To learn........But why?....To find some thing new in life .....What ? ......Now that is a good question Vers.  Ive never really had much in life come to think of it. But i never really wanted anything. Life tends to stay the same. I always think there must be more to life then just living. Tho i''ve always said the meaning of life is to Live & To Be happy. 
 But i've come to relise that isnt always enough. & to be happ in life can be really hard for some. Being here in Barcelona i  have seen some fucked up things already. Things that ive always known that go on...in back allys, darker corners of citys all over the world.  I see these things and want to do some thing about.  But honestly truely is there anything i can do to actually...honestly... really  make a difference. These things i see  i guess is what one would call life...Life.....Other peoples lives they are living. 
                      "What i see is everyone els's life through the eyes of my own life"I was walking up  through the middle of the Ramblas one night with my friend G & Co around 3/4am. Which is actually quite knarly.dangerous,scary for some one who isnt carful or has there wits about them.
I walk passed this  dark skinned,mixed race lady/girl who had her arms founded with her head down in her knees,her legs and feet up on her suitcase sat on a bench with her hand bag on the bench next to her all in open view. She was clearly passed out or some thing. I thurned to my friend. Kinda looking for him to back me up as i pointed her out to him thinking maby we should do something, wake her up, put her bag under her arms , ask her if she was ok,help her....I duno just some thing. He looked back as i pointed her out  and told him waht i had seen   and he said " i duno mate its not our problem is it?"   
                      Well  no it isnt... i thought....I didnt do any of those things i thought to do. I wanted to. Why the fuck didnt i....dickhead. I am angry and dissapointed at myself for not checking that she was at least ok.I really really do hope she was ok and is ok. She has my thoughts. Next time i see anything ...i will stop.
 Normally i would  & have with much similar things in the passed.  But the influence of my friend stopped me. That isnt cool.  No one will ever influence me again in that way. They havent in the passed....and wont in the future. Word is Born.

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I am trying to be heroic,
In an age of modernity.
I am trying to be heroic,
because all around me history sings.


So I enjoyed and I devoured
flesh and wine and luxury.
But in my heart,
I am lukewarm;
nothing ever really touches me.