February 2012
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Realizing You're Alive in A Tiny Teal-tiled Room
You were just being:
so focused on the dirt, so absent.
Then you slip
and your face fast approaches teal
and you think:
Why am I in
this tiny teal-tiled room,
lathering soap on this bag that envelops
me?
This bag you’re in-
so essential that it’s washed
because you have this.. Life.
This life that is right now too,
in this room.
Here you are again
breathing this humid air,...
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Anonymous asked: can you please blog more often
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La Dicción de El Perder
Murió Dina- Tono de anticipación Se murió Dina- Cambia la dicción Se murió Dina- Como que ha pasado? Entre las dos etapas, solo un segundo de separacion Murió Dina Ahora ha pasado Se murió Dina De repente reaccionamos Murió Dina: Una línea de texto Dos palabras sin viento
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bored.
It must be due To become that night When we look around And nothing satisfies I am not needy. Uninspired, perhaps. Cause we all deserve it From time to time? My eyes are glued To fabricated information! No one is real When making publications So stop to dream up Like you run and do Escapes to places where Bored’s not understood But formed up instead Is fear and the truth: This place...
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vs
Of course the rationale of the ideals are not coherent. But that’s reason, and we were idealistic people then.
Ideally, I’d like to rationalize the situation to concur that the ideals are rational. But that’s ideally, and we are reasonable people here…and now…sometimes.
