About myself (and not about the others)

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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.