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Phrases that gives away the spontaneity

"The feelings that often come on half scribbles".

(in relation to the present)

"What you can not smell or eat, sometimes you have to look good."

(relative to some nonsense that is irrelevant)

Sayings In Latvian Language

Hie! Leopoldo María Panero

Man

world, chemical, whore, drunk, musician, worker, artist, acrobat, actor;
old boy, swindler, crook, angel and party, millionaire, bourgeois, cactus, giraffe, crow
Coward hero, black, monkey, Don Juan, pimp, lord, farmer, hunter, industrial,
Fauna and Flora: I'm all, all men and all animals! Arthur

Cravan of (Lausanne, 1887-Gulf of Mexico, "1920?)

Bathtub Conversion To Shower Las Vegas

memory and forgetting

I chose these pictures of Kelly Haigh because these are the sweetness and horror in equal measure, as in the memory, pain and unrequited love.

An excellent graffiti said: "the forgotten memory is full."

Sometimes some memories are mixed with others, or are packed with old meanings that perhaps no longer in force, or appear in s times less desirable and less expected. The reports do not care that you do not wish their presence or their company. How many of those memories are lies? Things went building over the years, and garnish with the indiscriminate accumulation of experiences absurd, empty and banal .. Some of them seem laughable now, but had a tiny moment, perhaps, a weight that we destroyed the heart. How many forms has a broken heart? I do not know, I've found some, but I think that hurt me most were two:

1. When my heart broke into pieces, in the most brutal and merciless. A direct and unavoidable attack. A surprise attack, literally, in the middle of the night. The bomb was dropped from a height so close that there was no escape. Zooom woke up with a telephone and a message saying you are the worst thing that has happened in life. Barely three days before it flooded love everything, especially the corners and losses of a nonexistent relationship, which is maintained by a random chance of fate. The noise lasted for almost a year and I take longer to recover their sight and hearing.

2. One day I realized I lacked the heart. Absurd, I know. But one day I saw in my chest and felt a horrible hole, a great void that was beginning to fill with anguish. I did not realize that he had lost her fainting was so gradual. One day he broke a piece, another day is diluted another, one day one of the pieces lay like a mound of sand under my feet. Ever stepped on a puddle of blood that stained the floor and left marks on the carpet, cleaned everything and went on living as usual. Finally disappeared. I have not noticed his absence . A hundred pills later I was puking my miserable existence accompanied by a buzz of trains. Everything was in my head, all that seemed to work without heart, but quite wrong.

And now I try to remember something of the past, everything has become one. Not distinguish one face from another, a voice from another, a look of another. All eyes, all words, the Team and humiliation are all the same. Nothing is held at the time, everything falls apart under the relentless pace. Everything is foggy and the worst thing is that it also has lost some of its charm. Pain and pleasure are one thing, I no longer recognize the cries or praise them. It seems something experienced by someone else.

Life ends
It is not a continuum
But more like a patchwork quilt.

Some patches are days,
others, months.
Some are undistinguished years.

Some patches are just lost,
or forgotten.
Every so often I find a thread of a memory
dangling.

I found a trace of those years when I was in love,
some time ago.
Then I lost them again.

I guess I used to love you, that thread said.
Can't remember you now.
That face mingled with others' faces.

Some stitches try holding your pieces together,
yet I have forgotten you.
All of You.

And I have forgotten me too.

Get My Plp Pour Matlab R2007a

Fumo lot. Too. Fumo
rubbing time and sometimes I hear the radio, hear and pass
life as he turns on the radio.
I smoke a lot. In the ashtray is
ideas and poems and
voices of friends I have. And I have
mouth full of blood and blood
leaving cracks in my skull and my whole soul
tastes blood Fresh blood
not know whether pig or man I am, in my soul
stabbed by women and children moving
naive, clumsy, in
this life I know.
I suddenly felt his chest, nervous, and I feel
a heart. No,
there anyone that thing called heart
but perhaps in the spirit, in that
I drink blood and the blood of Christ, the only blood
in this world that there is as
programmed incorrectly or
factory life as a tailor
has forgotten who he is and continues to live, or perhaps
clock and the hours pass.
I palp, nerves, eyes and feet and toe
hand stick it in the eye, and I'm dirty and my life
smelling.
And dream that I lived and somehow my name
and that this story is true, this absurd
betray my eyes,
this delirium in Veracruz, and that this country is true
this place like hell, that
call Spain, I heard the dead
the
Hell is better than this and it seems more.
I say I am Pessoa, as Pessoa was Alvaro de Campos,
tell me that being drunk is not pregnant
life is
drunk of life, not death, is a blood
than that other thick
filters through the roof and walls and holes
life.
And no other fellowship or another spasm
this
wine and no sex or woman
that glass of alcohol
kissing lips that glass of alcohol
's in my brain, feet, blood.
this glass of dark wine or white
gin or rum or whatever
- gin and beer, for example -
it as children, and is not
flight or evasion, but dreams do
only real life and everything possible again
and grabbed the cup and the neck of the life and story
to any creature that is likely to be
hence the life of the gods
and some days I am Cain, and other player
poker and drink whiskey perfectly
a hunter other gifts that otherwise have been
but mine is like in "Sweet Bird of Youth"
a hunter beautiful gifts and alcohol, and other days, a murderer shy
psychotic, and other
someone who has killed who knows how long, what city
among drunken sailors. Some remind me
say
with glass in hand, talking a lot, talking
to exist that
nothing better to say
itself a proposition of Wittgenstein while climbing
the tide of blood and wine the soul.
Or someone lost in the galleries of the mirror looking
His Bride. And sometimes I'm
Abel
has a perfect plan to rescue and restore life to men
and sometimes I cry for not being a black slave in the south
crying
between plantations!
ruin is so beautiful, so deep
know all his colors and is like a symphony
finishing music,
as music playing in the afterlife,
and I have no blood in the veins, but alcohol, I have
blood in the eyes of drunk
and soul invaded by blood as a puke, vomit
and soul in the morning, after spending
overnight
swearing in front of a rubber doll that God exists.
Writing in Spain is not mourn, is to drink, drink
rabies is not
resigned to die on street corners, drinking and bad
is to say, blaspheming against Spain
against Iran without gods but
statues of gods, is
drinking in the church with organ music is falling
drunk at concerts and red wine stains and blood
"Le livre des masques" Remy de Gourmont
wet fall
drooling and dumb and collapse like a tree with lanterns
of this cultural festival. Writing in Spain is to have
to edge in this blood alcohol
madness and does not justify anything or anyone, no shadow
of which there were at first.
And say when they died, have
and head in the mouth and the saliva of suicide
scream at the shadows, to the many ghosts there and in this paradise

spectra and the deer I've seen in the forest ,
and birds and wolves on the street and
lurking in the corners.

Lethal Dose Of Alprazolam

hopeful tone, the beauty of friendship and the tension of the encounter. It's healthy to inhale a bit of optimism in Argentine cinema, having fun with the bounded universe of magic and be remembered, once again, that the best is always yet to come.

Mardi Gras 2010 Bowling Shirt

Josecito Tours and green ball

today Arriving home at night, I found this letter under my door:

Whats The Difference Between Mino Hd Ultra Hd

Target Completely Automated Public Turing

Amatorio Plan 2011 = Low budget

Virtual Slimming Down

Excellent 2011 for all! New post Posted



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