Everything's a pineapple

It's true. Every single person you ever seen or touched is a pineapple. Why, haven't you noticed? They all look so big, with those green thingies on their head... leaves i guess they call them...big leaves that help them feed and think. Some of us think too much. In this dread place of ads and promos and tv, we all forget to feel.

But let's continue the analogy, shall we? What do you do with a pineapple? It's simple, there are only two ways. The first one is tearing them up and eating their succulent pulp. The same way we do to all around us - all those we love. We tear them open and eat every piece of their love and attention for us, being careful to give some back... just like we are careful to keep the fruit in a nice basket. And after we finish eating, when it's all over, we go to the store and get another one... just like we do with people. Don't you think you change friends too often? I wonder how many of us found a pineapple for life...

The second way in which we consume a pineapple is by squeezing it and drinking pineapple juice. Isn't that so, mister husband? Wife? Pineapple juice lasts longer to drink than eating a pineapple. We keep it in a cool bottle in the fridge and take a glass every day, until we drink every drop... but even then, husbands and (occasionaly) wives still keep the bottle, empty as it is. Despite the fact that they wander off to some other bottles, from time to time, they come back to the bottle at home, tossed in a corner, sometimes tripping over it, sometimes decided to throw it away...

Ever thought you were a pineapple? Yes, you are! You Fucking Bet You Are. Can't you sense your brown, think shell that you grew around you, to protect you from all those eaters and drinkers? You can't even see other pineapples because of it. And you're alone...

But there are other ways...Painful, yes...but with a chance that, someday, you'll be far away from any pineapple drinker or pineapple eater or pineapple squeezer or pineapple whatever...

In name of The Pixel God

We hereby declare this blog open. And, as any element contributing to the natural order of this world, we have to enroll this blog into a religion. But, hey, why not create one? Since every religion on this blueish hell is accused once in a while of being created from scratch by the one we love and hate the most(mankind, yeah...).... well it is true...i mean no offence.
So I hereby declare this blog as a disciple of the Pixel God.

There is, in fact, a Pixel God. And his religion is one of forgetfulness. Of giving without getting praise or reward. Of being special while nobody notices. Of wanting, but not getting. Of laughing just because it's lame to cry. The Pixel God is life.

Blissfully ignoring and kindly rewarding in many holy wars everything that's different ... or taking every form of damage that you can find, thinking about a new life in *heaven* while praying your pain off in church... or thinking about doing that, but, hey, you're not the pope, so why bother...or wasting your life protesting over that...(oh, and almost forgot, watching tv all your fucking life)...

...that's not the religion of the Pixel God.
The Pixel God commands you to glow in annonimity like a pixel on a screen. More than a pixel: to have a will and choose any fucking color you want, any fucking time you want it, and move near other pixels with the same color, and don't give a fuck about anything else.

I hereby bow to my Pixel God that once fixed my pixel-on-the-screen and gave me light to see :P (this shit's really true, man...)