Close your eyes
Sing a song to say goodnight
Pack your things
Hit out to the world
Find your friend…
Find your home
Wherever you may go
Can’t close my eyes
Can’t make it go away
I will cry
I will die
As I see children lying on the ground
Wishing for a better life
In the second life
Before they become forgotten
In this hateful world
That drowns our pleads for a better life
There were strong doubters of Amazon Prime and Amazon itself. A lot of bashers who were saying the company nearing its end and it would show the world how much a failure it truly is. Well when news broke that over 10 million people had tried for the 30-day free trial of Amazon prime this holiday season, people were snickering, saying ” Sure, but how many will op-out before the 30 day, maybe that’s Amazon plan to trick them and force them to buy it.”
Amazon does have a policy if your not using at all durning the past 30 days, then you don’t get charged. But the news coming in was that, many who had tried the 30 days, said they were sold and wanted to pay for the whole year. ( that’s $99.99 one flat payment for the year) And that was 6 Million, 6 Million!!!! will they stay on for next year, they just might and that number might grow seeing how Amazon is brining more content and original made shows to their Amazon Prime service.
I still can’t get over the amount of hate Amazon is being thrown at. You see if on every web article, every bitchy Author who blames lack of sells on the company, and perhaps not the poor book they got out there. I’ve always felt Amazon has been judge more harshly than any other company, tobacco gets more respect than Amazon.
I think Amazon doesn’t pander to Wall St, they don’t act like a Wall St company , they don’t give a shit what someone from the NY TIMES is posting about them, they’re focus in one thing, making an idea happen. And the 6 Million that they reached prove it works.
Been writing something new, it’s a draft to project name Rosemary. I can’t go much into detail because it’s not finished. But I shall share a small teaser with you guys this Monday.
I’m just, me, nothing special. you can put me in a crowd of losers and you’ll still point at me and say ” that’s the fucktard of the group.” And there’s a lot worst people in that line up. I make a suicidal man very happy, and here he thought he had it worst.
That’s all :D small I know, but it’s what I wanted to share.
I had a real pleasure of doing a podcast with my friend CreepyCrow. It’s a podcast about nothing, we did roughly over, I would say, nine podcast. We did this last summer, did our last show on September. I really did laugh my ass off during the whole show, as you will find out when you hear them yourself. We talked about Zombies, movies, the Crows shot at winning the lotto, breast milk that’s another story in itself.
But that’s the podcast, it goes into random stuff and it’s odd. It’s definitively not for the politically correct crowd. I really did enjoy the podcast, it gave me something new to do. It was out of my comfort zone. I do plan to release the podcast this Summer. Just taking the best tracks of the show, and making into a somewhat standup audio film on youtube. I should be posting samples of the show on May for you guys to check out.
Here’s what I had plan to do with the podcast but I scrapped the idea early this July. Will you guys tune in for the idiotic fun? Give a like if you are.
I tried to pull the blinds over the eyes
I tried to put it behind me
I tried to keep the truth under wraps
But now it’s dead
I can’t run to you
I can’t hold on to your dark tattered soul
I can’t breath you in anymore
You’re a cancer
You will be the death of me
But this I promise to you
You will find a spot in my heart
You will be the special spot
That will remind me
Of what not to be
You wake up
Head held high
Till you walk into the world
And whatever you do
They blame you
So they tell you
You failed as a woman
You lose as a man
How are we suppose to understand
How are we suppose to feel alive
In such a lonely sad broken land
Look up to the heavens
Over and over again
Is this the imagine you painted us in
You try not to hang
You try not to drop
Let it begin
What else can we do?