champs

that fact that she didnt notice the huge chunks of B.S falling from his mouth appalled me and spaced the fuck out of my neurons.

he walked through and inmediately raised hell with his eyes. sadistic. catastrophic looks on eva's part-time sisters screened the rotten porcelain Zeus Abs; he was honey gold and stingy flies could catch him.

she exhales, he swifts the look. no more respect for the sake of that THAN' they call relationship. WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME? WHY'D YOU HAVE TO CHEAT?

sneaky son of a bitch smurks. merci beaucoup for triggering my soul.

BANG BANG

deal's off. and she walks - never runs - to the nearest toilette.

pionono arrollado

el azucar debe disolverse por completo. - cuando llueve es mejor _ y DALE con esas vainas.
Hoy es un dia normal, not a normal out of the world math class nummed my hears con un salgade clasesporfavorseniorita that made my day a whole.

erruptions, no celphone coverage and a new bump in diet trends with some new escape.
Earth, im feeling earthy, worthy, fucking alwayzz going with the flow. its sick. I learned im an earth sign, could you believe this?



me
who am
out of this
WORLD

MOMMA EARTH

Should be offended.
I disintegrate moving the keys in front of my eyes, between my hot fingers pouring the smoke from creation in the process.

My Own Discovery. i DEASSOCIATE when i smoke. With the feeling i levitate hardly above sea level, weather..whatever moves your boat I just worget what i was saying, as a matter of fact i just did.

And he's right here. next to me. making me feel stupid for not doing anything US. together as a number 1 . He wont even notice im doing this. fuck, a joint. SSSSSSSSSSCAAAPE. reing over me rain (YES, I JUST MADE IT RHYME) and purr like a pouring cat on me. you loved it, i know.

mood -

se escapa el aliento humilde de las ganas de nada.
bebiendo petalos los miercoles (grises, oscuros) y toco tu boca que ya no mueve mis aceras y pinto tu nombre en un rito para attachearte a mi alma.

sin embargo, cuesta demasiado contar que anoche paladee el amargo de los extraños y evite tu rostro para que no me diese frio. acera triste, el revolver que se acerca.

se que el espacio que dibuja tu estampa solo roza lo sutil del aire que derrama mi cuerpo; y tambien se lo injusto que es tener que decir que me sobran las ganas de danzarlo libre a lejanias de la prision de ti y que aun te amo.

eskuer.

in-paz. y en la escala luminosa de un rayo se disipa el lamento de las jodias alarmas.
madrugada gris de oraciones sin sentido/ tan neutro que envenena.

4.20 pm... is this night? nada que ver con los anuncios de verano apoderados de patria, alcohol, cuerpos desnudos y el hechizo libidoso de la timidez hecha porno y patas.

Se pierden las horas entre mis bolsillos, se resbalan de mis dedos celosas; respiro... armonía. Solo 24 horas mas de doll.mall.stew.sue.fuck.that.squat.riddle.

Solo 24 horas para aspirar lapiz azul, el antidoto melcocha para la gente salada.

-.-

none of it made sense. the air was chilly cold and the sun didnt shine, as if the weather channel had any psyquic power that could forecast this event.

prepared to show my legs off, i had to change into wet war suits that would eventually ruin the personna that everyone thought i empowered. - NO ME JODASSSSS!!! - dumb ass luck put my both feet under water as soon as i got out of the car and i was sure it'd be as if i stepped on a black cat's tail.. decisive & day-shifting.

moods through the parking-lot, faces tearing down the rain that's unforgiving, and still inviting the nasty looks to face: "never have i ever fallen into THAT rain suit" hahah please dont mock me!!.

Cafeteria tables filled with odd faces, no turning back, the desire of jumping of a first floor ledge and causing a convulsive scenario to disorient the vague looks of the sound and the calm that embelishes the weather.

gusssfraba today isn't my day

alistese a romper el equilibrio

Abro los brazos al mismo tiempo en que mi boca exhala - humo - y los dibujos de la noche que antecede el alba.

Pasa el deseo de componer algo sencillo para oidos de aquel guru que dice que hace de la paja, oro y de las niñas, mariposas.

El preludio se hace promesa que no se cumple y nuestra historia tan turbia me invita a mezclar papel y lapiz en un jazz-funk con la memoria.

Me tomo un cafe en nombre de la indiferencia y me limito a ser anonima en un mar de conocidos. Miro las agujas del reloj y enciendo la mecha y paladeo el goce torpe de sentirme ligera de carga. Me refugio en su ombligo. Palpo a chisteo el rito noble de olernos mientras pensamos; yo en mi cabeza en un mundo de espiras.. el por su lado, sabra Buda que cosa.

Me vuelvo brisa porque no llegas, inspiracion que anda de musa de malos testigos... me dejo vencer.

4:25pm.
la leña enciende el fuego.
todo se hace mas lento.
al fin, la temperatura agrada, nada desespera lo poco inventado de autores con ojos caidos.

Todavia quedan esquinas para masticar las malas costumbres, para describir los vicios de esta vaina a la que llamamos t i em p o

paraguas

"papa, yo, cuando sea grande quiero ser infinita"

si chiquita.. como un atomo microscopico de polvo en la constelacion infinita.