Your expectations of me are not my responsibility to make real.

July 31, 2020

Já não custa muito a derrota do mundano •


January 3, 2019

Já não custa muito a derrota do mundano •


January 3, 2019

The terms of endearment and the humans who can live upon delusions.


December 21, 2018

Condicional, o comportamento preferido da maioria informada. Condicionado, o mesmo, mas da outra parte. Ou seja, muda o grau, a qualificação, a intensidade, mas o resultado poético é sempre o mesmo: na prática, ainda se vive pelo acesso a algo externo e indulgente.


December 11, 2018

The human rule book is broken into pieces of expectations and indulgence.


November 30, 2018


Uncanny conditions will present the strangest results. Daily.

Idiosyncrasies of the course of action; the struggle to document the correct choices; always proposing advances in the preposition of predisposition; the ability to communicate openly, yet strategically manipulating the emissary, the recognition and the receiving order of understanding, and the message contained in the end result.

This is the measure of how I am able to continue to pursue my career, through authorship. Day by day.

I know it for ever, but I was deemed unworthy by the nearest jealousy. It prevented me, justified only by my ignorance (the one I can’t yet control, in the unfortunate belief in humans), to act upon it. I always give them the benefit of a true creed, trusting and joining their self quest. Mostly lies, put on display as soon as the barrier between belief and actionable demand acts as a filter. The particles of true competence are then retained and clog the dynamics of trust, intensifying the expectations of everyone’s interest into the current disappointment and usual mediocrity.

My awareness, was definitely imposed by the denial I must provide to the weak. I know it now by experience, by my expanded thinking of people and their things; I know it by the infinite connection of the point cloud nobody even sees as a shape. I know it dot by dot, one by one of them. Everyday.

I have things inside I can’t communicate. I know it, clearly. They are not secrets or even regrets, just indecipherable theorems of my own mundanity waiting for me to proccess them into the dissection of my uncomfortable rational passion about life. Patiently, as a sage and never as a pariah.

It’s hard to know what others don’t see and should feel about themselves but harder is to know how to say it and not be alowed to.

April 4, 2018

Fragments of time and work #fragments #time #WORK #expectations (at studium)

October 21, 2017

Bored from mediocrity, low expectations, routines, underachievements, self inflicted paternalism, just enough politics and from ignorance in general.

Aware of that, I’m finding the singular point on which I stand whole, every night, as a villain of the most uncommon specie, a kind of a good one.

A soul in need, unborn until the day I fade. Away…


August 22, 2017

People expect you to comply with social mores and obligations because their result is to expect.


May 9, 2017

The baseline must be clear about the essentials. Everybody must have them and I have found mine and I will carry it onwards.

This find makes me see that the biggest regret I have about normality is of not belonging to the poor standards people have about themselves. Them as a whole and as individuals. It’s so easy to set a base so much higher than people have nowadays that I wonder why people keep using the lower fascia… 

It’s hard, compromising, focused dependant?… No, it’s just a simple standard. If well put it will be well used. If used accordingly will elevate not only yourself but also everyone around you. I know i have.

I left

behind poor habits and unhealthy and self destroying actions towards myself. I have cleaned my life through my mind, my body, my relations, my belongings and i am now a much more simple human.

I have my baseline in higher grounds for a long time, but now i am able to see above and beyond them.

December 7, 2016

I can construct a royal family, of titans, mostly alphas, and disseminate my legacy as a mortal. Yet I choose to be the selfish vision at the end of my lineage.


August 17, 2016

Landsliding and the careful discovery of the deeper layers of intervention in anything around me.


May 7, 2016

Expectations are the art of delusional fake reality.


March 3, 2016

Young women see me as the delayable decision of their rational future, older ones as the lost and unattainable youthful achievement, while others just fall in love.


August 23, 2015

Don’t question if it will work until you tried it.


January 16, 2015

I can’t lower my expectations because I am what I am.


January 4, 2015