And solemn, it burns the road. The metal scald, we can cook on it. The forehead, wich tangle up in wrinkles, is getting schored by the calm. In the surrounding, they move in zig zag, in winding paths, or in an overwhelming lineal way. The fact is they don’t touch themselves. And meanwhile, that feeling of asphyxiating circularity and more than a meter of abyss.
The temporal space or/and spacial space, it is not more than a sunken lie. No, the coincidences of the crap that concerns me, they are not nullified. And I suffer from a lack of willpower.
The curious chase of misogynious women, I hear somewhere Everything is able to be refuted as the stupidity of the participants. I spend the day drinking gazpacho because I like having seconds of it. If I have my feet in this way is because I climb. And.. what do you do the rest of the day? I take dogs for a walk, not all of them are nice, but they put me in their hierachy.
The funnel shape city
Bolboreta
A long time ago, in a lewd forest far away from naïve lakes, a long- turquoise- haired princess used to live. Vacuous as the frost, she spent every day fidgeting everywhere. Her eyes were blue, but unlike as the sea and the sky as in every tale, her eyes were blue as a damselfly, a kind of insect similar to the dragonflies. This kind of blue is intense and uncomfortable, it deeps on you but you cannot go through it. Because of this, her parent’s named her Odonata. Odonata lived in the eccentric forest with another beings. But the access for the stranger were almost impossible. Odonata never tried to went out, and she never wanted, actually she never will. Maybe you’re curious about the beings. Some of them were those that were glad for living in the present of the tvshows. Some of them were merely characters in a random flux of energy and aleatory atoms. But before continue, you should know that the obscenity of forest lead in the power that it gave, endless information of what already had happened there. The story about Odonata is not important at all. She had experiences and after she died. If the Reader wants to know. Yes, it was a grievous offense against the conscience and her miscreant knowledge rest for the eternity in the mind of somebody else. Is not a cheap dystopia.Maybe prurient literature. But sure, is crude collective unconsciousness.
People need to fuck more.
Lately I find myself with cheap- literature- pretentius- sponges, with southerner parrots whom can’t stop to crying by the corners with a ridiculous loss feeling. They should regret more about the language in their history. Desert virgins tales.
I found an anti-me, hypocrisy becomes a person, cultural garbage, visual artist. Sure.
Poor lost lives. Poor anchorages. Poor of those that think found themselves here. Your lives suck. Poor of those that sarcasm means beautiful. Poor out-of-place minds, how make you happiest if you say hapié. Pseudo lives is what you have, ergo I have.
Corse lives in your corse ilusion. I shut up but not talking. How believe itself with the right?
Note: Provocation wears condom. Wink wink.
Kiruna
She greets him, moving further away limping. She was nodding herself while rises a smile. returns. No. A presto. Continous. Stops and only says what its comes in desire. It slowly slips for the firefly way. Cross with crab louse. -it doesn’t have any goal but I have the testicles as a christmas tree- he told.
Flies.Insomnia.Platforms.Perrones. Tragic arrive. Whereas infundibuliformes lasers rocks into the twilight. Beckett stays by my side for a while. After I abandon him, I don’t allow him to swept me away. The snow has a disstressing splendor. And the San Bernardo can go through the fence only climbing the ice. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. By minus fifteen, a certain part of my cognitive space is frozen. Or sensitive. Who cares.
Le palpitaría todo el brebamen. Bryan pick and spade. And giggles. Giggles and laughs. Fluent, unconcerned and touched laughs. Grapes out of time. Oestogen pump for them. We to two candles.-
We have been living on a train. Trombo. Tourist syndrome.Tourists, students and rather not wealthy.
Guard’s shift in Stockholm, Göteborg harbour Sweden chocolates but not a drop of alcohol. Return and return to the fish tank. But as Ricardos says, bubble after bubble, so we should look into the map to know where are we.
And try to read between lines you find out nothing.
In English:
En castellano:
Y una paja bien hecha/ A well-done wank.
BRIEF SYNOPSIS ABOUT A BLASPHEMY
Cold rain that it burned, went out naked into the garden is not the best option in Korallen. Damned Daniel Johnston. Damned María butter-hands. Damned inability to take an agenda. Damned tequila and beer that one day you bathed my mobile.
And new inflection/turning point.
Nice to meet you.
Berlin is more than an outburst. Is the Outburst.
Billy corgan rests in some place of the Generator. Trams that stop without stop, It is said that every Thursday are free.Walking through the streets that were soaked in forgetfulness of any behaviour control. Let’s chair the banquet in the following day.
He says that with thin socks they will fit better with the early spring in Spain. It’s a shame that I’ m living in Denmark.
The cus- cus in the radiator is not good. Neither tamales with peas. CubainGermany. sa-ti-va. salivate?
In alphabetical order:
alex-cajas-carlos-christy-david-eva-irene-josema-kepa-nacho-paula-víctor
4.00 a.m.—–next fate: who did believe himself to have the honor?
-from the moment, far away but near-
http://video.canadiancontent.net/43720662-family-guy-german-tour.html
[proofreading is addmited]
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Now, while I shiver, I listen to the pant, the cavern has given me the response: the fallen tree remembers old magic mushrooms.
The bass in the right ear, the voice in the left, the mental calculation of the verb in the visual image created in my cortex parieto-temporo-occipital.
» I am not going to ask anything, but I am not going to answer anything »
The nights here happen like in any other place, chairs fixed in the gardens, mountains of piled up persons, shoes flying to the evenness of the rain…
Nasal knee that remembers Cantabrians nasal blow on the head.
This also is Spain. Oasis in the middle of nothing.and fractures the times.
The Cavern
This fucking voice in off is spoiling my ears.
I only say a thing, Aquaman has coming back (Entourage 5th season).
I only propose to be the one that puts the air. (And I promise to be slight)
The cavern already doesn’t want me here, is simply that I have not stopped looking. Though now the nihil obstat re-consists, but only pieces of something that was ever remained.
It’s when the memory causes devastations, when the ephemeral of the behavior, in the present moment, is waited until the end. But fuck, when is it the end?.
The corrupt dreams unbind feelings, reminiscences, and several physiologies. It’s a satirical- ironic- overwhelming elegy.
Conceptual drugs in the abyss of the reason, of the truth. The whole world hides something. It is a complex anagram. It’s life.Chronicle of an announced death. Today I’m a cat in the radiator.
LEPPEN
Lights, sound …. and beer. The videogame is making narrower the room.
The pretentious is not bad if you demonstrate empirically, if there isn’t a bis you will stay as one that bands who didn’t play I luv the valley oh! and you will be part of that mountain of groups that did not yield after series of concerts. Red bull is not cocaine.
How finding out that the race will be joined by globalization? T-shirts to 60 Krone.
-unbelievable that shuffles putting it in my player right now –
The hodgepodge of styles did not define his music.
Volcano!.Xiu Xiu. Blai. Johann.
(and again today with the pain in my back)
Chi si becca fratello!!
København
Today, with my legs buried in the mud, I have romantic. I no longer urinate myself at night. The sheets aren’t become stiff.
Today is misundertanding the gestures, the lines are crossed. The haughties are resting, the minds are impetuous.
Today I don’t sleep, no spasms, no myoclonus. Today begins a recomposition of erasmus.
Although the lungs will be collapsed, even the field extends over and over again, even the Madrid and Fiorentina have win. I need a red card to fail the penalty.
Is it possible to have the lightness of homesickness?
This is just to begin to boring a saint. To make the transition a better place to find an aim, to decide how to grow. Today I’m going to mix sentences with alcohol.
Copenhagen, the trip may be long. Today I listen to Vetusta Morla, now I’m living in Copenhagen. Today (…). beginning in wordpress.
Comensalismo 