Zephyr.2 - Bennington
Nu-Metal Keys for Slavery Shackles. (And a letter for my president)
2. Introduction
Arghhh, JEEEEZ.
Nã na ni na não.
I can’t do this. C’mon.
Not again.
Let me be dude.
Leave me alone in the front, Bennington.
I love it here.
Comfy-fucking-zone.
Shrapnels for breakfast.
My own layer of ozone.
Still got some good real state for scars and tattoos.
Shit, nah, can’t hold.
I can feel the upload.
Incoming transmission…
Here we go for the third time.
Weird statements in every line.
Drafts of prophecy made in pure regard.
Oracle databases refrigerated in disregard.
Throw ‘em up and let something shine.
Cursive Celestial mouth, no excuse.
Fuck it, let’s go, my messiah.
You did the work for me.
I will do the work for you.
Archangel wings.
Archdemon screams.
Archethereal sanctified legacy.
From the same human heart.
Owned by the Chester.
Who linked billions of plays.
In the most massive of parks.
GO.
String me up from atop these roofs.
Right next to the Brazillian celebrity cavalo Caramelo
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
Time to face yet another truth.
Bled myself out and no one cares.
Over and over again.
Now I’m whole.
And I’m about to blow.
Yeah, someone pour it in
Tell me. Tell us our prayers.
I will dig some more and pour it in for you.
What do we need, my nu-metal Muad'Dib? The spice must flow.
Make it a Ludens dance floor again.
Done. Now bring me that blessed chorus.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Brought the two most popular and ancient religions to the temple is that enough? Amén Minister. Hare Krishna to you as well, Nando Reis!
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
A bonus one and fresh philosophy for that blessed neutral symmetry.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
By the stars! So many badges I can’t even count.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Corporate Olympus, vertical floor Olympics.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
My credentials, your credentials.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
My blessed aesthetic now making you glow, Chazy. ;)
Mama, help me; I’ve been blessed.
Cure is rolling in every verse and colour.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
I hear music, is it forever ours?
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Marketing, sustainability & flabbergasting Brazillian creativity.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Design, poetry & dramaturgy.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
New myths, new heroes, new dreams.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
So much godly technology - gotta make that silicon work for us now.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
A true firewall against fake news and disinformation.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Someone better call my president; I can solve all his problems.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
Perhaps the RS issue.
Bleed it out and dig it deeper.
And even the bizarre Marçal issue.
Stop the show.
Can't contain Lakovos, he knows his works.
This feels good, I won’t lie.
Make it worth it, Bennington.
What else?
Half the words don't mean a thing.
Yeah, they do. Let me be more clear.
If my messiah is American, then which Babylon is falling? Dah.
I can see it clearly from the top of the tiny-massive ark we have been building.
Love, prayers and oxygen for everyone.
GLHF for those with Fairplay.
Mental institution spa for those who dare use the word crazy.
A freebie persona non grata legacy in 420 pages of anti-biography for those who defy but can’t write as fast ⚡ or as organically. 🌱
Inspiration and rhyme for losers who sly.
Alighieri’s divine comedy for all clowns I see without a nose.
Fistbump for those who know my nickname.
And finally,
Bear hug for those who know what I did for our autistic superheroes in the US and Brazil. 💙
How deep is high enough, Bennington?
We need Aoki immediately.
CHOP CHOP. ⚡
Nah, you don't know me
Lightning above and the fire below me
You cannot catch me, cannot hold me
All is long written in the oldest of books.
Ate them all for dinner. Footnotes? Favourite flamboyant fandango.
When it rains, it pours
Look around, male or female, old or young dude.
Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
Now let mamma Gaia’s love pour water into what can still be cleansed.
Now let mamma Gaia’s rage turn to ash, that which is already lost.
Presidents branding Bibles and yellow tin foil sneakers.
Rotten Tomatoes American fiction.
John Travolta meme in non-pulp-fiction.
Fundraising for lost campaigns in laundries of brainwashed money.
If Bibles became merchandise, is salvation now a sport?
HAH. Someone please copyright that. (𝓛𝓪𝓴𝓸𝓿𝓸𝓼 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 ©)
This is not the type of competition you sign up for the prize.
Barbarian Far-right corruption being invoiced.
McTasty rotating all invented and vile interest.
Veins clogged? Fear not! Chia seeds absorb liquid.
When the floodgates open, brace your shores.
Sane Left politics taking responsibility and paying everyone’s bills.
Marx’s Income distribution? How about some good old value judgment?
Rescuing with compassion those drowning in fear.
Saving the lives of people who hate them.
Music to any ears?
A true symphony of balance.
Increase the bass and decrease the treble.
Now go for Mamma’s embrace.
That pressure don't care when it breaks your door.
Does music even grow ears on eardrums without bliss?
Say it's all you can take, better take some more.
Holy guacamole.
Avocado extraviado.
Be either real or surreal.
When writers are on strike, the truth strikes us.
A night gets darkest right before dawn.
We’ve all been dosed with the American dream.
Nolan's brothers doing movies and series about nuclear bombs.
C’mon, dudes, I already grew up defusing the Megaton bomb in Fallout 3.
Even Hollywood dancing between Barbie and Oppenheimer extremes.
They are still very far from grasping the brilliance of Bacurau.
Started our foundations with some good intent and popcorn.
But signed ’em off to Zuckerberg in some shady privacy update.
Now Netflix this Six Feet Under transmission.
What don't kill you makes you more strong.
I know what is like to test fate.
Fate knows what it is like to handle me.
Agridulce experience for anyone with good taste for organic life.
Care to give this salad a try?
Either be a padawan and make the coffee for the team.
The lead executive Jedi of your entitled name.
Or the obsolete sharky competition about to meet Megalodon.
Waiting for a light that never comes.
I chase the sun.
Waiting for a light that never comes.
I touch the sun.
Waiting for a light that never comes.
I blaze like the sun.
2.1 A Definition of Legacy
For you to never forget.
Holy shmoly, what was that?
Did I just channel the greatest frontman in the history of music?
Bennington will either get me in trouble or make me receive a phone call from my president. 🥰
Anywho, forward we go.
You can't be afraid of people willing to hurt you, cause if you fear life, then you will never live - Chester Bennington
What is it about a man who managed and still manages to be listened to millions and billions of times?
Some people think they hold a place at the top of the world, while others have managed to spread their legacy across countless human hearts with pure music and rhythm.
What is it about men or women who dare consider they are important just because they can purchase our time, strip us of our potential and jail us in a loophole of work where the only perspective of growth is their own? What year is it? 1760? It’s been 264 years since Ford’s Industrial Revolution, for god’s sake.
What happens to them when their acquisitive power loses any tangible monetary value due to natural disasters or outdated management, and crypto replaces outdated FIAT currency with a new technology (Like Drex) they could never understand because they haven’t studied since their first political promotion? 🤝
When those with the capacity to produce realize they can produce much more efficiently for themselves while they also lead and teach other people with much more fairness and dignity.
I’m not talking about Class Struggle from Karl Marx.
That book is outdated as fuck. Wake up, It’s Plato’s The Republic that conceptualized the democracy you breathe today and that you take for granted while complaining with extremism about communism or capitalism.
Enough polarity, bring those quantum computers already NVIDIA. 🙏
Such a beautiful spectrum of decimal numbers, no time for zeros and ones.
This is all just a very simple definition of the economic outcomes kickstarted by the AI revolution.
Autonomy is now a blazing star passing right before everyone’s eyes. It is going to bite the ass of every pseudo-retired but somehow expensive executive that thinks is a good professional because they know how to coldly delegate the work they even forgot how to do.
Autonomy is doing exactly what you want with your time through your capacity to dream, learn and take action - without depending on third parties.
Dignity is understanding how to set boundaries and protect what you deem important. It also involves respect, decency, compassion, and fairness, even when everything you see or experience is the opposite.
Now, legacy is the type of thing that only happens when someone is bold enough to pursue their dreams with immaculate persistence until they achieve that sweet mastery.
Chester was a perfect example of what happens when someone finds that blazing star and puts it in its righteous place—the heart slot.
Linkin Park's impact on the music industry goes beyond breaking records on the Billboard charts—they've had a significant influence on rock and alternative music over the years, and they will continue to do so.
Anybody can write music, play instruments, scream and record.
Only one person developed such a brilliant friendship and duo dynamic with Mike Shinoda.
Only one person managed to bleed over and over again in his craft, making his fans feel forever embraced and represented through a true artistic legacy turned into an eternal discography.
Chazy’s commitment was never to money, success, or awards; it was to understand his own existential pain.
These are the same questions every single one of us has, but only a few manage to investigate, even fewer dare to translate, even less dare to express, and even fewer dare to express publically.
And so, every now and then, a translator pops up in humanity and makes everything easier for those who can’t manage to do the hard work of looking inward. Fighting their own shadow so that they don’t project it onto others.
Bravo, Mr. Bennington, you saved me, and now I can breathe once again.
2.2 Chester Bennington
And some notes on suicide.
When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind. - Chester Bennington
On Issue.14 I have already provided scientific evidence and arguments on why the world is currently sick and also written about the reasons why I consider Chester Bennington a contemporary messiah - how he was killed by his own fans.
I don’t need to praise more of his work to justify what he has done for me or how his music still helps me whenever life throws some burning charcoals in my hands, and I don’t have anywhere else to run to.
JayZ's reaction best reflects Chester’s capacity to do what he was known for.
Much can be said about his struggle with depression, but at the end of the day, his cure was music. While still among us, he shared his medicine with millions of fans. It’s everywhere, in all streaming platforms, in the setlist of cover bands worldwide and now at your email doorstep.
The type of music that managed to contain, inspire and heal even the mentor who taught me everything I know.
A Senior Vice President of People in Silicon Valley listening to Numb in order to regain some strength after those surreal board meetings with only ancient men sitting on all chairs?
Did someone say 3-year maternal Vietnamese marketing bootcamp?
HAHAHAHAHA, c’mon, this is the type of executive mamma you can only find if you are chosen by the dude above.
Or if you manage to design a hundred websites for free until your ego becomes mashed potato and you finally impress the one client, you will ever need.
Because at 20, you can already be determined enough to know you will be responsible for providing supper for your massive family with the coolest of names in the future.
Made in Nordeste.™
Much can be said about Chester being suicidal or taking the easy way out.
But very little is usually said about depression.
If you ask me, I’d say that’s the diagnosis of every single person that is alive. Some acknowledge it and treat it, others anesthesize it with consumption and entertainment, others ignore it and turn it into oppression and abuse onto others, while others, simply lose the battle against it for the lack of awareness, love, support and self-knowledge.
The last person who walked on earth without depression was probably Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
He’s responsible for the Gregorian calendar you live by every day.
With 33 years of life practice, he managed to forever split the calendar (time) into two.
Think about it for a split second. That’s precisely why some history books say 2024 A.C. (After Christ) compared to 2024 B.C (Before Christ), which refers to ancient Mesopotamian times.
You can’t possibly accomplish such a feat with depression, but rather, the exact opposite, a true and unconditional love towards life preached and practised until you get crucified by the same people you saved.
If you ask me, Christ would probably feel depressed today if he saw what was done with his words and teachings, branded by political campaigns.
I also know a thing or two about depression.
It took me 28 years to receive a late diagnosis of level 1 of autism.
28 years without understanding why I didn’t fit into this world and could not interact like others.
Running away towards my imaginary worlds of games, music, movies and comic books. Disconnecting from that scary reality where everyone treated me like an underdog for no apparent, logical or rational reason.
Finding in more loneliness the medicine for not enough loneliness. Such a delicious loneliness overdose, McLoneliness, tastier than death in so many ways, which is also probably lonely. Poor L. L. L - Lonely Lakovos Lightfeather
Now a true tycoon of autonomy. Pedagogy of Autonomy brought to you by Professor Freire. ©
28 years of having to study twice as hard as other people in order to learn what other people seemed to understand much faster. Twice the work turned into twice the fun.
Changing myself constantly for considering I was the problem when I was actually born with the different brain structure, I never chose it.
Finding in the most unexpected places, excerpts of hope and life that kept me going.
At a given moment in life, found myself struggling with the most suicidal of thoughts while flirting with the balcony on the 33rd floor of my apartment. Only for Spotify’s algorithm to play a random track I never heard before and disarm any bad ideas from my head.
Coincidence? That’s only one out of an infinite amount of coincidences I have to write about - Like there’s an infinite amount of music on Spotify.
As per my physicist, some autistic demographics have a life expectancy of an average of 35 years. Precisely due to depressive and suicidal motivations that are a byproduct of never fitting in in a society not properly educated about autism.
If I’m still here, it only means depression couldn’t and can’t ever catch me.
I found the actual cure, it is helping people.
By helping people, you fall in love with life repeatedly because you get to know the true magic and uniqueness behind everyone. A special galaxy behind every single pair of eyes.
I also found the actual treatment - putting safeguards in place so that they can make the next fall more tangible.
Spend 28 years falling nonstop and realize that if you are still up and kicking, that’s because you installed safeguards at 360° angles of every vertical you broke through like a meteor constantly blazing through the sky and hitting the ground.
Blazing through the sky and hitting the ground. Blazing through the sky and hitting the ground. Blazing through the sky and hitting the ground. Blazing through the sky and hitting the ground. Blazing through the sky and hitting the ground. Blazing through the sky and hitting the ground.
Now knocking at Palácio da Alvorada.
Knock, knock, excuse me, Madam First Lady Janja, I would like to talk to your husband about the long-promised Ministério do Namoro.
2.3 An Open Letter to My President
Sent more than a year ago.
This letter, now made public and properly addressed to Mr President Lula Inácio da Silva, was originally written and sent to Fernando Haddad, Honorable Minister of Finance, via an online form on the Partido dos Trabalhadores’ (PT) website on April 11th, 2023.
Greetings from Paraná, Honorable Minister of Finance.
I write this letter in deep discontent after reading a statement from our Excellent President Lula saying that after 100 days in government, he still does not have a chair to sit at his presidential desk. This affliction does not refer to the simple fact that the team responsible for this task does not seem to care about the comfort of our president, but precisely to imagine that within the executive system of our country, there are so many bureaucratic obstacles as to delay a chair for the Palácio da Alvorada for a total of 100 days, of which 70 were business days and 560 hours of public work. How is it possible for a chair to take an entire corn-growing cycle to arrive?
The concern lies in the fact that when I chose my president, it was because of the strong hope I cultivated in my heart. Hope that our beloved cradle, the oxygen lung of our planet and future source of carbon emission absorption for all other countries, would be renewed in profound creative innovation led by the only party capable of bringing the much-needed balance to a country sadly outdated in recent years.
However, I do feel grateful and represented by my leaders. Thus, I report what I feel, in the same way, that now, I report what I see, Mr Minister, for when looking around, I see geopolitical tensions and a contracting global economy; looking at the ground, I am able to recognize that we have returned to the path of prosperity and love under the cradle of our nation with the honourable direction of serious leaders worthy of the history books; looking at the skies, I see that the stars do not shine as before due to the systemic environmental pollution of the free market; looking at the past, we rescue our mistakes and learn from them; looking ahead, we see a future, a horizon of eco-renewal. A chapter of our Brazil not necessarily of culture - art - education, technology, sustainability, economic prosperity or diplomacy and peace, but rather, henceforth, of creativity. For this is the term capable of dressing all the others in the same way that this is the only term capable of coming before the future, for a future can only exist if it is first created.
Ideas are born in our conscious and unconscious minds, fruits of the perfect collaboration between the ideas of the present and the ancestral knowledge of our past; thus, ideas take eternal form under the ink of a pen on paper or letters in a letter. However, ideas cannot be written without due comfort, and a chair is still entirely necessary.
If it were up to me to choose it, it would be none other than one capable of representing what I see in my president, a man capable of cultivating in himself not only the passion of agape but also the youthful and dreamy energy of all the noble democratic heroes who came before him. This would be the chair that would lead world leaders to our president, and not him to them.
That said, and with the utmost interest in solving the problem initially presented, I enclose my suggestion for a creative and inspiring future in this letter, written with the inspiration of the Brazilian heart of a true communication professional.
https://www.noblechairs.com/pt-pt/icon-series/black-edition?attribute%5Bcolor%5D=White%20Edition
Respectfully,
About the Author
L. Lightfeather
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