How do you live with that? You don't

The less control people have over their lives, the more likely they are to try and regain control through mental gymnastics," said Galinsky. "Feelings of control are so important to people that a lack of control is inherently threatening. While some misperceptions can be bad or lead one astray, they're extremely common and most likely satisfy a deep and enduring psychological need".



http://www.physorg.com/news142174136.html

Everything is decaying beautifully

Y la grasa que chisporrotea en la noche iluminada que ya no es noche, con el haz de luces que corolan las encías manchadas por el jugo de carne y con el sabor a pólvora salivando las comisuras, y las cuentas de colores resbalando nerviosamente entre dedos ligeros y el poliester desgastándose sobre piel húmeda, el ritmo tembloroso de los hombros y las ráfagas dulzonas del mostrador chorreante, el movimiento suave pero firme de su mano sobre la cintura de ella...

Radiohead sucks -or so they tell me

What it boils down to is this: with Radiohead, it's all about proving something. Apparently Thom Yorke has something akin to Small Man Syndrome, except in his case it's more like Small Incredibly Fucking Creepy Disfigured Gnome Syndrome. First of all, he had to prove that an ethereal fetus-fairy with an heroically obtuse haircut could make it onto the pop-charts. He did so, of course, with "Creep," a song so affectingly pathetic that it could make even someone as nerdy as you feel like you had someone to laugh at. It found a substantial audience among teenage girls who needed someone to feel sorry for, teenage boys who wanted to nail said teenage girls (or who were captivated by those exiting two seconds before the chorus where it sounds like Johnny Greenwood drops his guitar), and denim-jacketed indie-loving radio DJs who are always in search of the "Next Bleak Thing." As for the album that spawned this single, “Pablo Honey”, let’s just say that even with the current Radiohead craze in full effect, no revisionist guitar-band historians have dared to step up and claim that it was any good. It’s best to just pretend it didn’t exist.

http://www.somethingawful.com/d/your-band-sucks/radiohead-sucks.php

So, as an afterthought: the core audience of their seemingly 'brain-washed-cult' following seems to be socially awkward emo kids who will never, ever get laid. Sorry, but if need be, I'll find another cult to join. And no, it won't be "The Mars Volta bandwagon" either. Fuck, don't even get me started on those fucktards.

http://thetwominuteshate.blogspot.com/2005/11/radiohead-sux.html

To be terminated when one or both parties run out of gods

―¿Y la justicia, padre?
―La justicia final se impone allá arriba, hijo. No la busques en este valle de lágrimas.

Las palabras ―murmuró el Padre al descansar, por fin, en el piso firme y sacudirse el polvo de la sotana―; las palabras, malditos rosarios de sílabas que encienden la sangre y las ilusiones de quienes deben contentarse con pasar rápidamente por esta corta vida y gozar, a cambio de su prueba mortal, en la vida eterna. Cruzó el claustro y caminó por una crujía de arcadas. ¡Justicia! ¿Para quién, por cuánto tiempo? Cuando la vida puede ser tan agradable para todos, si todos comprenden la fatalidad de su destino y no andan por allí, sonsacando, alebrestando, ambicionando...

CARLOS FUENTES: La muerte de Artemio Cruz