Tuesday, June 29, 2004

158/105 Blood Pressure

crash

hope the day will dawn with no noise, so I can hear the tongues of fire as the sun fall back on themselves, while drawing in air a figure to have it blow away. I Lay on the grass and see the whole scene, from the first timid beam to the total emergence of our great lamp.

On the day I hope to run faster than anyone, and only I know.

On the day I hope I can sing loudly without anyone set me thinking about how good it would be a shirt with buckles.

On the day I hope they'll shut up politicians, parents, players and celebrities. That day I will listen to me.

On the day I hope I can know for sure how I am without a doubt, and someone else (anyone, who cares?) Shall also give.

On the day that I hope no one will face and we all can learn without fear or prejudice.

On the day that I hope the colors will be at my beck and I can paint like never before.

On the day I hope my voice will not crack and lose my shyness.

On the day that I hope will serve the student teacher.

On the day I hope to bite a piece of the moon to finally know what the hell knows.

On the day that I hope someone will give me a pat on the back (no white coat) and my eyes will dry quickly.

On the day I hope my jaw would disengage from all the laughing.

On the day I hope progress will mean the same thing you put into the dictionary, like many other words.

On the day I hope to die all religious leaders and the letters of the Bible and the Koran and other books, will disappear to make way for other science-fiction style.

On the day I hope to try not to wake me to believe he could be real.

what if you never had a good day? If I spend a lifetime waiting for something to happen that never happen?


 


Cita musical :


                     


“it´s better to burn out


than to fade away


my my, hey hey "

If life is a transitional stage, and I'm in a good car, what do I wrong? "I fault the seat? Do not I have good co-train? Before breaking the ticket, it is better to wait if you come sit by the reviewer (or reviewer) to advise us on who we should lay before dismounting.

peeling back the glass. (... ...) How do you say? Does it exit?

(Salta

Break it)

-try not to do so.

Monday, June 28, 2004

Ozark Trail Air Mattress Plug

SPECIES III: A NEW BEGINNING

I started looking for the exit, but it was almost impossible. After much kicking, I saw a knife coming through the thin walls of the kind of soft coffin in which I was. Suddenly, two creatures of five huge limbs and his head caught me and pulled me gently. Later, I took him by the feet and one of the two creatures set out to beat me. During the endless oscillation of my body I could see that the creatures were part of the same body like my kind, but much larger, white around the body except the eyes and ears. Disgusting.

Finally, the creature turned out to be a limb (with tips) crashed into my back. A shiver ran down my bleeding body to concentrate on my cheeks, and then into my mouth. I started screaming like a madman. I screamed and screamed and a salty liquid flowed from my eyes. The large mobile cloud came up to me and I owned. Completely enveloped me and the other being caught us both. The new being (also like my kind) put me on the limbs of another.

- Here is your son, "he said.

(ANY DAY YOU BACK TO THE BEAT, PHYSICIAN Bastard)

In my family (that turned out to be the third child) often call me stubborn. If born now and beat notes rocked me back, you cry? Birth would you know? "Stick a scream and he would return? I refuse to mourn. NO MORE TEARS

. NO MORE TEARS. NO MORE TEARS. NO MORE TEARS. NO MORE TEARS.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Mottled Skin In Legs And Arms

i_am_pity @ 2004-06-23T16: 43:00

Open the door of my house.

do not know. You may be left open to me, that is, without having turned the key (TRAGEDY), anything could have happened if someone had entered while I was (TRAGEDY). There may be someone in my room, playing my guitar, fingering my movies, ripping pages of my books (TRAGEDY) ...

Turn the key and check that they actually forgot to turn the key.

my parent's voice in my head (do you realize what could happen?). And I realize. ANYTHING could happen ....

nothing happens.

nothing ever happens.

Everything goes by so slow and fast while there is time to do nothing and get bored too much to be concerned. I hardly remember the meaning of the word event (EVENT ACONTECIMIENTO.. SUMMARY. REMEMBRANCE. RECORDABLE).

If there is nothing to remember, how will it be something to remember? Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock 13:46 lunchtime ... what then?

Event sm important Event

I am inside.

The thief / murderer / sadistic evaporates and enters my set of keys and enter a green and monstrous genie in the bottle (criminals, come, come out, walk through my halls, eat my fridge. The difference would mark a memory to forget, is not it?). I'm still alive. Am I alive? I'm still alive. So they say. So this is what they call live ... live live live live live live live live boring boring boring boring vivburrido aburvivo.

I hit the rewind.

Way back.

close the door.

"I keep the key?

locked.

throw the wrench at the elevator shaft.

down to the street.

1:00 am (how much time has passed? Think helps the time to run)

run along the street.

And I run

And I run

And I run

crying out loud. Stronger. Stronger. Stronger.

- Good night. Me / good night. I'm you.

bring you to record messages on your answering machine tape. Must be weighed, of course. First message. I love you.

- (sniff)

- consider me your first memory. Do you want more messages? Please do something for me (/ you) is not (s) alone.

- I am your right hand. Use me to beat your face a couple of times.

- I'm your broken heart. I have thirst, I have hunger, your blood is red in appearance only. Fill me and Empty me, just to pump life. AMA.

- are your legs. Runs out of physical sense and that we deal with us.

- I am the combined sound of your vocal cords. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- I'm your brain (tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, I'm your clock) tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick BOOM!

- toc, toc! I'm the body a spontaneous died of boredom. Cases will not like me, do not let the cobwebs covering your being, your watch inflation, inflate your agenda, and when you're done, inflate to those around you.

I would give anything (maybe my eyes if you still have one) by air that does not use to inflate myself. Will sound trite but I heed your (/ you) and uses every second from now. The watch you fools, needles rotate in the opposite direction, the time is not forward, running backwards. Everything is a countdown. When running, look a brand and countdown. If you do it wrong, you are running negative numbers.

- I'm your left eye, the right and I have open at once. Both of you have heard I (/ you), you and the body spontaneously. Make an effort to open ourselves completely. Look around and screams. You mourn if you are willing, we will consider you. The humidity does not bother us.

- I'm your sheet. Do not sweat over trying to sleep. No more tears soak me. Escúrreme. Escúrrete. If I wash and I am drained like new. I do not know much but is a good solution to start over. Try it.

- I'm your rubber. I can only delete, I can never create anything beautiful. You can create and undo. Operator stop complaining! And believe in creating. Design your life and if you need me, delete me.

- I am your strength and I'll finish this. Every time I train in the gym, I fill me too. Two spectra:

* Physical Strength.

* Will.

I keep your cohesion. I can hold the grenade too long before loosening and it explodes. Trust me. I trust you.

''Smile''crazy / chair, drawn on my face. Welcome to the world. Upload home. Rest. Tomorrow is another day. ''''

Tuesday, June 1, 2004

Female Wrestling Chest Sitting

Forgetting Everything Before Her lips Talk to me

too long without writing ...

She raises her hand and all the noise stops. Here is where the camera slowly makes its role in the film. The moment should go briefly through happiness which implies, is extended and his hand caressing the air to stir. It then breaks the silence and a voice sweet goodbye. I follow the direction of the voice and I will stop their lips, they smile. That smile ... who could imagine that a red moon could be more beautiful than the rest in heaven?

After the afternoon sun on the run
Another bright star hovers
Dismissing the sweetest aroma
That by the warm air flows

many times have I dreamed

Breathe in the atmosphere after the wait I admire everything has
finished!?

YOU LINDA HERMOSA HERMOSA

YOU BEAUTIFUL LINDA LINDA LINDA HERMOSA
YOU YOU YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL


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