Another Day. Charolastra Manifesto.

I have fallen into a sea of despair. Last night I dreamed that I jumped into the sea and drowned again. It's becoming a reoccuring dream. I almost started crying in the grocery store last night. This is a farmilar feeling. Loneliness, coldness, numbness, anger, despair, vulnerability. Take me away from here. I would do any number of stupid things right now to feel wanted and loved. Including the correspondence I am currently maintaining.. I won't go into it.

I need to write my own Manifesto.
In the mean time here's the Charolastra Manifesto from Y Tu Mama Tambien.

1. There is no greater honor than being a Charolastra.

2. Do whatever you feel like.

3. Pop beats poetry.

4. Get high at least once a day.

5. You shall not screw another Charolastra’s girl.

6. Whoever likes Team America is a fag.

7. Whacking off rules.

8. Never marry a virgin.

9. Whoever roots for Team America… (it’s worth repeating)

10. Truth is cool, but unattainable.

11. The asshole who breaks any of the previous rules loses his title of “Charolastra.”

(from Y Tu Mama Tambien)