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Adrenaline - Gavin Rossdale

Too much is not enough!

Thoughts flying

There are some words of which I'll never find and I'm left behind. Now, my mirror show another face, another place to hide it all.

Freud said that dreams are the way to inconscious but for me it has never been the answer.

And I am lost behind. If I should be short on words and long on things to say could you crawl into my world and take me worlds away. Should I be beside myself and not even stay?

Follow the Music ADRENALINE

You don't feel the pain...

Too much is not enough
Nobody said this stuff
makes any sense
We're hooked again

The Point of no return
See how the buildings burn
Light up the night
Such pretty sight

[Chorus]
Adrenaline keeps me in the game
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
(You don't feel the pain)

Sail through an empty night
It's only you and I
who understand,
There is no plan

Get closer to the thrill
Only time can kill
What's in your eyes
Is so alive

[Chorus]
Adrenaline keeps me in the game
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline

Run through the speed of sound
Every thing slows you down
And all color that surrounds you
Are bleeding to the walls
All the things you really need
Just wait to find the speed
Then you will achieve
Escape velocity

Too much is not enough
Nobody gave it up
Im not the kind
To lay down and die

Adrenaline
keeps me in the game
Adrenaline
you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline

Adrenaline
Screaming out your name
Adrenaline
you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline

(Adrenaline)

You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
I'm going to extremes
There is nothing in between
You don't even feel the pain

He wrote, you wrote, they wrote.

One of my friends wrote. The other wrote too. This unleash an affect net and all of us start to write. It's bring me a desire to write and here I am, writing.

I don't no what connect us, but we are connected. I always miss my friends and they are in my thoughts every day. They are my source for creation, and in some way what I have been created becomes from them. Deleuze wrotes about intercessor, and this connect us. We are all intercessor of the other, and our connections is this. This means that I am not only Michel, I am Silvio, Max, Pedro, Joao, Renam, Chubaquinha, Jundiai, Vitor, Romualdo, Miss Clown... And what I become is my friends at the same time that they became me.
THis point lead us to think that we are all others but in some way, in essence, the same. If I am abnormal person I had to thank my friends, because they make me special, and every single line of thoughts that I write become from them too.

with love
michel
Ps: I like Vitor poetry too.

For an important person in my Life, The criator of enemasofia!

Today is a especial day for you. I remember when you was a child, a baby, and you alone tried to cross the street of, in that time, was our home. The car almost killed you.
The life has not been easy for you. You passed for a lot of hard experience, the worst one was you father lost, who was a great person. He got a great heart and in his simplicity he knew what was affect, eventhough all problems.
Now you grown, you became a man. Inteligent, the world is opening for you each minute. You entry in a public university, in two, and prove to all the people around that you could.
The next year we will be too much better. I am sure that we will travel around Latin America, after this, I want you come to stay in London with me for a while, and maybe make your master degree here too.
All I want to say you is that I really admire you... And you got my love and respect.
Happy Birthday My soul and blood brother.
my bests
michel

Sunday morning

Here we go again! It's friday, the day that I will used to right. (I star on fridaym but I finished on sunday)
Ok! This week was pretty well. What Can I say... Some discussion have warm a little up my home.

My flatmate Bruna told me that we can produce money. Yes, works produce money, but she doesn't know how it is possible. Unfortunately she believed that everybody can be rich because money can be produced by ourselves. She said that she will teach me how it's possible. Killing the fuck capitalist?
I always believed in the economic principle, which means that when we change the money one part goes from one hand to another and no more money could be produced if you don't put gold in a bank. I think it because I have been Reading Engels and Marx works and I've always believed in the material basis of the money. It means that all money in the world corresponds in a piece of gold in the mundial bank, which means dollar after the Bretton Woods Trade in the 40's and the 29 crisis. So, the Mundial Bank has or should has, gold enough to support the changes. But remember, only the work can produce richness the explotation! Somebody can help me to understand it if I am wrong?
About the travel...
Sabrina send me a e-mail and she told me that she got a kombi. Can you believe?
Vitor will track the road that we can do around South America. We could go and help people in the places that we stop. So, slowly we wanna set all the things up guys.
No to much to say...
See you sonn

Thoughts

Here I am. Thinking about write. One of my soul brother asked. Nevertheless, I already got the feeling that I should write. The time to write has arrived.
Life here is normal. I am a regular english study guy, that had been lived a little bit.
Not to much thing to write guys, not to much. No crazy parts like we used to do; no beautyfull crazy girl trying to kiss me; nobody to talk about my insanity, infact our insanity. I love you all guys. I missing my thought freedom with you.
I have been lived with five girls, but you know, all of who doesn't know about freedom. They live in a jail. So, Max, no crazy poems, no crazy conversation, nothing to share. I have been watched many movies, but on my own; they prefer blockbusters. That's it.
My last meeting with Dimitris was, like silvio used to say, an possibility ocean. He is interesting in my crazy thoughts. I think that we are walking around the affect occursus.
Guys, I have been thinking a lot about our Kombi travel around South America and I will try hard to realised it. So, What you think about? Let's plan it? One year to plan! Let's go! We don't need Kombi, we can go by bicycles, by hiding, with money, without, sharing everything.
It's about affect soul brothers! ON THE ROAD!
It's amazing when I can ready things that all you are writing at blogs. Makes me feel happy, very happy. Makes me closer of all you.
Ok! Fuck you all sonofbitchs!
Let's go to the road
We can ask Sabrina to come with us! We can ask about the affect! Let's the heart show us the way!
Let's rock this world...Let's be free...
see you later