Truth is always better even if it burns you

Hey im random ... LOL

Hope you like what i decided to do with my space... Tonite ... let's talk about the truth ( thanks buttercup)

I'm not the kinda guy to put a scarf in front of my opinions and i never will be. EVEN IF IT HURTS

Lies or things we dont say arent always the solution to a new point of view , i'd rather hurt someone to make him better than watch him roll himself in the mud forever. Truth must be told ... but theres a way to tell truth.

How to say the truth

You make a clear sentence  ex: You spagetthi sauce taste like ( input the word you want here)
You explain why ... ex: cause you put way too much jalapenos in there 10 jalpenos for that quatity is too much ... it'S not a spagetthi sauce its a lava pit tastin like (input)
You give a solution or a trick  ex: Why dont you put one or 2 jalapenos in your sauce then put some on the table for people who like it more spicy, im sure it wont taste like ( input) if you do that.

Let's try it


For people who think ive got too far dont read next part ... its a schizophrenic conversation

Luna you suck!
But why
Because you talkin to yourself rigth now in a Blog dont you have any friends ?
i do
Maybye you should try to contact them and play outside ...
i know ... il will try
And BTW your spagetthi sauce taste like ( input)
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Lets hope some of you laughed

To say the truth, i got embarrassed by the fact that i got a minus one in karma ... you know why  cause i dont think i do thing to hurt or to get people angry at me, or discontent of me... I just say what i think is good to be said ... but for my own sake i will never use censorship on myself cause i dont use it on anyone ...

So please dont take personnaly what i say ... i just try toexpres a point of view without beign a wooden tongue politician

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And now a cultural minute

From one of my favorite shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front,
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I -- that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass --
I-that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph --
I -- that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them --
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate the one against the other;
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up --
About a prophecy which says that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul. Here Clarence comes.

Shaky my buddy your still the king of plays