Angel Alucard

since I got a second twitter account to follow gay porn actors or dudes esxposing their dicks, asses, bodies or even sharing pictures of my own naked. I always wanted to feel free to do anything I wanted to, but from times to times, i feel like having a string attached to what others might say or think!  Ishould stop and think: "who cares?", but since my circle of "friends" is big and varied, I think that I can not avoid it. My reputation... Who cares about it? Really, who cares? I owe nothing to nobody, soi why caring. Anyways, it is changed! it is already done! I have been severly obsessed with Frindship Books. Maybe it's by seing the amazing ones that my beloved Greek lady does (take a look at their ones - http://mostlyamused.blogspot.com) . I have undone some old ones, re-used the paper I had (I had no paper left to work towards them),m re-.used the images I had. I scrapped old metal magazines, saving only some of the interviews that I wanted to keep and

So much to type/speak about... I could speak about you, Pedro! My 18 years old cousin, who has been in a psychiatric hospital several times. Still haven't gotten if you've tried suicide or if you suffer from somewhat of Schizophrenia! I could speak how I mourn Amália Rodrigues... sometimes, the voice in the old Cd's isn't just enough! I could speak about you, Samuel, who i have spoken with this afternoon. I miss you, your mentality, your sweet face, those words that you used to direct to me. in fact, you have been one of the few guys who have ever made me feel truly comfortable to with who I am. You, love... My stalker, well of lies. Green eyes set on me, no matter what, nor who. I care not! You care not! We feel disturbed at each other's presence. I feel stalked, especially having your car (or is it just a BIG coincidence, that a car similar to yours always appears in my paths?) always around. I am not going to say that you're really following me, but i

The sun came to make us a visit. Since yesterday, the days are bright and warm enough, that I smile and keep thinking of how much of the beach I am wanting and needing! I feel trapped... Somehow, I am trapped to the past! Ki am trapped to the things that have never moved from the same exact place! I fight for what I want. I have been stopped for too long. I have seen a chance to change the stuffs, but that chance has been a very small one. That chance seemed to haven't improved into a nothing, just once again! I take a look at teenagers passing by in the streets. 13, 14, 15, 16, 17... All young, from when the time of good promises was there. If I had a time machine and if I could go back in time, knowing all I know today, having all the bad experiences that I  have had until today, how different would be things? In one hand, they would be exactly the same, but I would be way more careful in some other points... I see men passing by. How many, many times have those men been

Have had to return, to share this version of the song that I just found out! According to the description, it is the original version of the music. It goes pretty weel with my state of mind and this half an hour in here, served the purpose to check my second twitter account, to blog and to listen to the many versions of this song! The suicide song... And how suicidal I am feeling right now? But I will be OK!! I always get OK!!

It goes down. It goes deep! You can not recognize living hell right in front of you! You can not taste the flavor of ashes in your mouth: it is yet tasting of blood! Seems that I am still running away from some stuffs! Seems like if I was still running away from you (and after two nights ago, I really should!). Seems like if I was still running away, in the middle of the forest, from all the demons that used to chase me! I am still running from the angels, who keep fighting for me! I feel like I was trapped by an eternal curse: my cell is cold and I have no escape from there! However, there's no helping pillows in the walls. The re are no bars. Actually, my cell is my mind, my thoughts, my own prejudices about myself (and believed in others' prejudice too). The dark forest is too far right now. There's always the park, so close from home, that I can hear that old, old oak calling my name, as the moon kisses us both in a strange and ethereal threeway. There'

and seems that the more I get off pleasure, the more I want and the more I need!! I am using both twitter accounts. One of them was supposed to be following only gay porn and related. Such as men waving their cocks and so on. I m following the same dudes, although a bit less, with the first account. That first account... way easier to delete it and restart it, following only the very few interestings things and people I want to. Not easy though. tht'll have to wait. If I decide to keep, I'll have to go for an hour or two of reading old tweets, to delete. if I have to delete it, to recreate, I will have to go for an hour or two, between hundreds of people I follow, to select the few I want to follow with that. But seing naked men, fucking other men, is not helping me. My hormones are insane. I get sexxx and I am immediately craving for more. I think that someday I will be getting so much sex, that I'll be knocked down. I might even faint and be continuosly abbused, as I

I wanna get out there... The wind blows and it is cold, but I want to start dancing with the wind! I want to feel it embracing me, taking me away, to a world that I have almost forgotten. A long time ago, I used to dance with the wind! A long time ago, I used to kiss it!! Our tongues used to get involved with each other's. My hips move involutariously in the chair, while listening to this song. Somehow, muysics in Portuguese or Spanish always makes me feel way better and way more inside my own environment. Music with a beautiful work of guitars, with great rhythms... Oh, how many times have I walked the streets listening to that black lady singing (Buika, she is!), some of her musics full of longings and mournings, but still the music rhythms made me want to dance, as the tears wanted to roll down my face! I want to feel a lover's tongue in my neck! I want his hands in my dick, while he's rubbing his hard-on in my butt-chins! I want to feel his hands all over my body, a

Still struggling with the same issues due to the second twitter account. Still struggling at the idea that, perhaps, I am being such an asshole for "hidding" myself at this age, from friends, from "friends", acquaintances and the list of people that I might be hiding for can be longer... how much longer! I am still struggling at the need of music... of creating something, although I feel blocked at this moment. I want to write, but I try and I end up killing the lines. Sometimes, I rip the page I have written on with the pen, as I try to "hide" what I have writen previously, because it unpleases me, be cause I think it's a very low quality "material". I am thinking about drawing and/or painting something, but I don't put pencils / charcoal / brushes to paper / canvas for a long, long time. That's my passion and used to be my security, but it's just something that remains mostly in the past. There's so much more going withi

...and it's now the time I ask: what for? To follow porn actors / studios? To follow men publishing pictures of their bodies? To follow those same men and comment on their pictures, statuses freely, without the risk of having my friends finding me out in there? My friends know exactly what I am, what I like / dislike... They might not know what I think or dream / fantasize about a specific man's dick, but they're aware that I get laid with men, that men are my sexual toys. I have been improving that Twitter account. Following some of the dudes I follow in my ordinary account. Putting an effort of making the beautification of this account, even before I have done that in my regular account. I am now wondering and asking: is it worthy? If any of my friends on Twitter finds me out, will they care to check my older tweets, to check who I follow or by whom I am followed? I am now with some doubts. I am doubting of myself. Most of the doubts I have nowadays, are doubts about

My hair was getting a little bit too big, so I have gone to cut it today. Finally, I did managed to get the money and the guts to go to the barber shop and to cut my hair. When I arrived there, both barbers were busy, although one of them was finishing the job already, so I went outside to smoke a cigarette. And while smoking the cigarette, I was thinking about that old barber shop, the street where it's now (before the construction works in Cacém, the barber shop was in the old downtown of the city). I also was thinking about life and people in it. My hair wasn't this strong for a long, long time ago. I have had a few health problems that made my hair goes extra-weak and fall massively. Two years and a half later and lots of anti-fall shampoo, it is stronger than ever before, I dare to say, although it has allowed me to see the place in my head where the hair is lacking. Even withouth my glasses on, I could notice the lack of hair. I don't want to get bald, but since I