the padded cell...

me gustan las conversaciones que tengo con mis amigos. me hacen pensar en el presente y en el pasado. por alguna razon...me hizo pensar mi amiga de cuando la idea de un cuarto en un manicomio con las paredes almuadadas me hacia sentir bien. es obvio que el cuarto era uno donde podia entrar y salir a mi gusto. podria gritar mi angustia y dejarla en ese cuarto. podria soltar mi frustracion contra la pared. dejar todo lo que me dolia en ese lugar. en mi cuarto tambien se tocaria musica entre NIN, Ministry, a Panda. creo este es la primer vez que confieso este pensamiento. no le digan a nadie que estoy loco....hahahahaha. mucha gente me dice que estoy loco. tienen razon pero acaso no es refrescante. concedo que si soy un poco raro. tengo mis razones por lo cual soy asi. si les parece quedense un rato. si no...pues hay vean ustedes pa donde ganan.

for some reason...when i was teenager. the thought of a padded cell was comforting. obviously, it was a romanticizes padded cell. i would be able to get in and out and do whatever...but i would be able to release my frustration by screaming and running against the wall. again keep in mind the room is padded for a reason. another part of this thought was that music could be played in this room. the music would alternate between something like NIN, Ministry or Panda. while talking to a friend....she reminded me of this. this is actually the first time i confess this little bit of information. ah yes...the thought surfaced as many have told me..."you are crazy!" my response was always, "isn't it refreshing!" i am a bit out there. it is nothing without reason. if you would like to stay, then hang out. otherwise, ya'll can move on.