ok, im about to start a new activity, im gonna do a photoshop session about the spirit, but im gonna use some random old photos i have of ex girlfriends, hope you guys digg it.

C ya all soon

ok, its been a while since i last wrote something here, so dont get all pissy if i have any miningless mistakes here, there's no editor to correct it and i hate writting on microsoft word and then pasting it here.

ok, i'll go outside to have a smoke before i start writting, i hate this stupid nonsmoking law, for a free country ints funny how little is tolerated... brb.

back, i hate this law so much, its not like i bitch about people eating while i smoke do i? anyways, this city grows along with me, every single day there's more people in diferent shapes and colors, we have regular fat gut having his shoes done by another man, the every day worker with his buisnes suit and my very favorite, the goth metal hippie waliking by doing some exersice.

cars, dont get me started with that, they drive like if they were peeing them selfs or worst.
this city is like a huge temascal, you might be wondering what a temasca is right now, if your not, well, here an explanation anyways... its a little igloo where sit for like 5 hours while a shaman throws burning rocks an then pours cold water on them , the smoke that comes from it makes you sweat like an overpaid whore on holiday, while the sweat comes out all the toxins fron your body making you purify the soul and obviously the body, ive done it 3 times in my short life and wouldnt do it again unless i theres something more than smoke in it... like a sexy girl... wich brings me back to my point, this city (capital city) is like a temascal exept for the fact that you dont sweat all the toxins, you actually sweat all the good thats in your body to make room for thing i got name for.
buildings are so high you can barely see the sky, and i guess thats a good thing cause if you ever see our polluted sky you probably end up with a huge and ugly sunburn you'll remember for a month, more like a piercing in the eyelid, not to mention the terrible itch.

i just felt like writting before i started getting sleepy again, i write back soon.
C ya all

we need more people, we'll probably go to canada and some other places depending how it works over here, we accept anykind of art such as music dance , painting, photography, anything goes

on march im doing a painting event if anyone wants go, its about alice in wonderland

how does it all begin?how does it work?what can you achieve?

it all begins in a very distant galaxy a million years back when your father (and yes we all have a father and im not talking about god) decides to use his magic wand against your mom and shoot his a magical liquids in her insides.
as we´re born we all come with a purpose in life, mostly is not to screw up again this time, to leave a mark in the world, most of the people ignore that mission and skip right to the point where thay become a step in the big latter of life for those like some of us who are really meant to do something in life.
you may be asking yourself right now what does all this have to do with magic?
as years go by you start to notice there´s more to life than going to school and get home to watch TV while mommy serves dinner for you and your low paid working dad.you start imagining what your life could be like if you had the power to se beyond sight, to talk with unhuman creatures, to ask your pet cat how was his day and why does he keep staring at the wall for hours.
one good day you find that book with no pictures or jokes and strangely you dont feel scared of reading without the little drawings helping to understand it on the way,and as you keep reading till you finish the book you ask yourself if all that could be real, if reagular kid could end up riding a broom across the sky and kick ass with a magic wand (and nope, im not making a HP reference cause i´ve never had the guts to touch one of those books)and cause envy on all your little friends.

as years go by and your knoledge on the subject in time becomes more accesible for you and you make your own money to by your books and go on field trips of auto exploration you begin to understand what the real purpose of magic is... and yes, im about to explain it.

in my expirience i´ve incountered diferent types of magicians sorcerers or what ever they call them selves, and as usual they all think and feel like the last cold beer in the fridge in middle of a massive party in the playboy mansion and hugues not there to send his assistant for more. the point here is that no matter the style they use they all have something in common, their all jerks and are weak little creatures playing god with their existance and the ones who let them.

magic is suppossed to be a tool to open up yourself and play that game only the grown ups play and your not aloud to join them cause your to short for them,so you create your own game with your own rules in your backyard and invite your friends and school mates to play and pretend your in the mayor leagues, but to be honest we all know your just being a fool.
thats what most magicians do, they practice their magic to a point where they THINK they have total control and domain of it and start charging money for little JOBS, wich is what the stupid santeria and vudu idiots do (and dont freaking come up to me saying i shouldnt laugh at them cause i´ll slap you silly, i know what im saying here), and i can talk like this cause i´ve seen them in action and laughed at then like watching a monkey smoking a fag in friday afternoon after shagging his female partner.
i could spend all day naming people i´ve met along the years and the way they use their magic,mostly for conning old lady or people who are really in need.

i guess its time to finish this blog cause i got some other important things to do rather tahn sitting here and writting my magical musical expirienceses on magic, or talking about ALL the trouble i´ve got in to for being a smart mouth and making enemys really dont need or wanted, but anyhow,all losers.

in conclusion... i´ve seen people tear the skin out of a goat and waer it while they drink a pint out of baby blood(santeria) or wear white dresses and dance in the light of the moon to the green man while they sing him a song(wiccan),i´ve seen people lay down on a carpet with runic writting on a lightning storm and pray to thor so he can win the battle, i´ve seen people writing sigils on the floor and sit and wait until their all mighty belial makes masterfull apearence and grants them 3 wishes in exchange for a few favors or fee´s...
but there is always something missing wich is the most important thing in the magical realm, that little thing almost everybody forgets, that little engine in life that makes every thing have a true meaning... LOVE
thats the real magic...