Sunday, September 19, 2010

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focus. you're no better than anybody, no stronger than nothing.
breath in. breath out. stop chewing that fucking knitting and get on your damn feet.
i'm tired of watching you tired. shouting things you ever say.
and the little rythm pumping your ears vibrating are you even sure that that was actual music?
where the hell are your ears?
oh i see
you let them go for a walk again and they didn't come back yet.
must be the reason why i'm talking to you in english. spanish just doesn't seem right anymore, does it?
don't dare to read what i say. you're behaving like an asshole now
do
you
want me to play fucking radiohead now?
so you can lie in your bed and cry how creepy you too are?
nah
i'm just dancing a little
like a soccer player preparing himself for other useless jam
jumping on his place
waiting for everything to happen
all that useless movement
-oh, pero el cuerpo se tonifica una bocha y los pulmones-
yeah well
fuck those lungs, i never cared about them.

you never cared about...



anything?
what's changing things now?



veintidós es el número de la locura. welcome back i suppose.

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