Um mundo presente e prestes a desaparecer.
Paisagens na era dos extremos.
De uma América Latina.
Na visão do futuro me perco constante.
Sua geração, de jovens quase mortos, num tempo de inércia.
Ao buscar artistas desaparecidos facilmente se lembrará dessa obsessão.
Deslocamentos dos vencidos em delírios e com uma dor de anos insuperáveis.
As cores fantasmais na noite em que tento fugir, a cidade perdida, muita gente esquecida.
Pelas praias vazias e esquinas tediosas, nesse trágico-moderno diálogo.
O romance não há mais.
Se há espanto sublime, então nada que temer.
Tudo discretamente secreto.

To cheap-ass!

Why should you try to resist... Don't you know, little fool, you never can win? Use your mentality! (my cheap-ass advice)
Now the question: can you be Evil just by wearing too much eyeliner?
I'll leave you with that one, because it's just too strange.
Taking all the fears of mainstream 1970's Hulka and saying, yup, we're gonna destroy everything you hold dear. We'll seduce your boys and blow up your schools, we'll sell funk-ideas and wear ugly clothes and we don't care what you think about it, because we're beyond your bourgeois rules and laws. Me and Hulkx.
To drape bats and skeletons and goblins over it and pretend that it's all just a big joke, a costume we can put on for the day and then forget all about it.
And I honestly can't quite figure out how I feel about that. Maybe the Hulka's view of Evil is helpful, taking the sting out of it by depicting it as a figure of fun rather than a real threat. Or maybe the ghosts and skeletons are just distracting people from actually paying attention to the smug, destructive amorality at the core of Hulka's persona.
Its a funny gag.
Looking at it from the distance of a couple decades, it just looks confused, a weird historical document from a period when we were grappling with some big scary changes in brazilian society.
Oh! And also Hulka sings "Over the Rainbow," which is really really cute. Boo indeed.
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. And so on.

F.U.C.K.Y.O.U. bad-ass.

IM SICK OF HAVING FUN.

And let's do a little headcount.
Imagine this: There's on-stage chaos, with monsters flying around "I Don't Want to Live on the Moon".
Case closed.
Boy, that was easy. Was pretty much a slam-dunk for our side.
That's cool with the Hulka. And that sort of lowers the bar, drama-wise. Dramatically, Hulka's a problem. She just wanted to have fun.
But because she's so perfectly unselfish, she seems to have fun doing pretty much anything. This week isn't turning out to be quite the slam-dunk I thought it would be. I've got a bad feeling about this...
I saw a lot of things that I dont liked.
Pop Culture Problem.
It's kind of a defensive posture, like people are afraid that other people will make fun of them for being pretentious and self-important, so they self-consciously make themselves ugly to short-circuit any possible mockery. And I write in english tomost plp dont understand.
They dont understand when I shut my mouth too.
I think you re stupid-ass.
You seem the color of envy because of it.
You'll be green with envy!
Telepathic ass-smacking devices! So, lunatic Come ON, damn you!
Tedious hand-up-the-ass fag jokes. A cheap-ass. Such in poor spirit.
How ridiculous that story was. Oh, omni-impotent one, I gotta problem.

be continued.