Dream´s Elevator, please!

December, 25th

our old friend Santa Claus came to see me today. He was thinner than the other time, probably he had been working out. He said he would change the world. But, you know, HE´S NOT GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD. NOTHING IS GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD. I´m cool the way it is. Yes of course there are a lot of things I would change like wars violence and all that crap we see on TV everyday. However, that will never change. It belongs to our animal instinct. We always try to crap on someone else. We always lie to get away with when the truth is so embarrassing to be told. I´m a winner, I´m a sinner, DO YOU WANT MY AUTOGRAPH?

So have a merry Christmas and a happy new year. get drunk, get laid, get everything you want because after this week, Real life waits for you

Sincerely, Mr. Moustache

And the world will live as one..

December, 21st

It´s been a long time since my last post. this December has been so fucking complicated. I hope I hadn´t lost the essence of writing.

Last morning, after a long night with my friends, I woke up with a strange feeling in my head. No it wasn't´t a hangover. Stop thinking that! I said it was something else… well besides the hangover, I had a thought. Why it´s so easy to live in a dream? Why do we wake up to live on this world, full of blood gathered all around the floor? We can imagine a lot of different endings for a dream, but we never know the exact ending from a dream. And if you try to give a context to your ending, you will start dreaming something else. What if, what we think it´s real life, it´s actually the dreams of another life?

I´m not in the mood to keep writing so I think I´m gonna wake up now.

“You may say I´m a dreamer, But I´m not the only one”  _{Do I need to say the owner of this phrase?}

Sincerely,Mr. moustache

“Candy crap shop”

December, 6th

Welcome! come on! It´s for the benefit of Mr. Kite! Do you want some poop-corn? well go to our “candy crap shop” it´s free! hurry up! the rolling horses starts at 3 O´clock. After that our contortionist will jump 30 fit, no sorry, 50 fit down! It´s amazing. Try not to do it at home. You may fall down into a neighbor and we don´t want a dirty street on town…

The evening finishes with our best show. A song sung by a chorus of beautiful losers. A pride who escaped from her wedding giving up a life of joy to marry a sailorman, a Suicidal psychologist, a boy wearing a tree costume made by his mother, Elton john´s manager and the groom who almost marries a woman but she escaped minutes before the wedding starts..

Mr. Moustache

The bizarre story of The Black Lady and The New Kid in Town

December, 5th

There´s a new kid in town. A new kid borning again in my head. He moved out a couple of years ago. He had had a fight with his girlfriend. I don´t think he would see her again. She was so annoying. If only he could imagine his own death, he wouldn´t come back. With her living just three blocks away and surrounded with all those knifes a swords. It was predictable that small but powerful dagger stucked on his heart. She didn´t feel guilty. When the police went to arrest her she was sitting on her rocking chair weaving some socks to Mr Walrus, her cat. There were photos and letters burning out at the chimney. She confessed she was the murderer. She said “well after all, we are only ordinary men, until faith decides to make us unique. People don´t die for a reason. People die because their time had come. It was predicted that the new kid in town would die with a dagger on his chest, and MY FACE on his head”

The black lady is always stalking us. Recently she came to my place. She was beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling like a summer sun. I caught a taste of springtime on her lips but at the same time a cold wind seized my heart reducing it to a tiny little stone. And then, the room got dark. And I lied in bed comfortably numb. Nothing could ruin that moment. Time passed away and the fat old sun showed his garnish through the window. I came back to life, and for the first time I heard the sound of the seconds passing by…

Mr. Moustache