Absurdity = wisdom = selfish accumulation = personality crisis

Back to daily life after some days of eating and drinking endlessly (what a sad greek habit...). What's on today? The sunny weather and the earthquakes, 5 in a row of a few hours. This is good news for terrorologists on the tv. What is more is the sinkage of that cruise ferry in Santorine. 2 people's lives are ignored, a large ferry is dead, and petrol substances are gathering round the island. Now that Burgas - Alexandroupolis oil pump is put under construction and big tankers are about to cross Aegean sea constantly, whenever I run out of energy I will only have to go on vacation there and do lot of smimming.
Silly thoughts are crossing my mind. Development, the thing I ve studied is so abstract, so dispersed, so illusionary. When our government is viewed as a big corporation, cost, profits, efficiency is all that matters. Things are that simple to me at the moment, good for me. If you think a lot and have trust to the virtual role of the state, then do not try to answer me. I agree with you.... I am so happy when I can be so absurd, I am so tired of political orthodoxy, my god , not any more of it, I have got enough.
Probaply, apart from Andreas, Nikos, Marina and all my friends, the only wise being in my life has been Grustuctulu, my 30 kilos dog. He is so frightened by the Happy Easter's dynamites (you know, these bad habits coming from the East), that he does not go out to the balcony to drink water. How sweet.....
Music was not so friendly to me last days. Of course I keep on listening to a lot of staff (due to my new radio station programme), but my senses were deceived by a rock group that intruded in my natural occultist tendencies, Killing Joke. Fuck, I got scared, happiness does not last too long when you are alone with your thoughts....

Artist: Killing Joke

LyricsSong: The Death and Resurrection Show

Mark out the pointsBuild the pyreAssemble different drummersLight up the firePut on your masksAnd animal skinsIllumination, illuminationListen to the drumsBetween each beat, each beat of the drumO beloved mother of libertyHold me in your armsBurn burn, burn brightlyBurn burn, burn white heatAnd the day will comeBefore the lights go outWho will you turn toWho will you turn toChoose the crucifixionOr Osiris slainRecurring themes, time again.Illumination, illuminationBurn burn, burn white heatOh how ingenious the centuries of liesEzekielaˆ™s chariots streak across the skiesHoly books and history texts forgetBecause we knowSouls are recycled in the death andResurrection showO beloved mother of libertyCome to meEverything Iaˆ™m taught, amounts to noughtEverything I learn, the fire shall burnNotions of myself that when Iaˆ™m notWhoever I was is now lostIllumination, illuminationBurn burn, burn brightlyBurn burn, burn white heatOh how ingenious the centuries of liesEzekielaˆ™s chariots streak across the skiesHoly books and history texts forgetBecause we knowSouls are recycled in the death andResurrection showO beloved mother of libertyCome to meBurn away all my impuritiesHold me in your armsBurn burn, burn brightlyBurn burn, burn white heat