Friday, January 30, 2009

La Fuck Verga

La leccion ha sido formulada.
La advertencia seƱalada.
El esceptico no comprende.

Todo te vale verga... "Cada instante es importante. Cada elemento, particula es importante." ¿Que? En este instante me duele la reciente gastritis y me vale verga. ¿Donde esta lo importante? Un dolor insoportable y tratable que no me puede importar. Detalles mas idiotas hay y habran. Aquel que me importa en verdad ni se pudo despertar. Ya nada me importa.

Esta es la razon por la que decidi cagarla. Y cuando la cago la cago bien. Y no he parado. Una hilera de vergas he vomitado. Hace rato que estuve asqueada.

La accion es facil, el foul no falla. Y me vale verga.
Voy a parar. Parar de fingir complicidad.
La verdad es que solo te queria usar.
La verdad es que conocia de antemano lo limitados que eran tus servicios.
La idealista en mi prefirio dudar (y jugar).
¡He aqui una verga mas a la hilera!
Admiraos vosotros, a que no tienen una hilera tan variada, tan bonita,
tan verga. Esta es mi fuck verga,
te la presento con sinceras nauseas.
Exaltaos vosotros y vedme reir.
Por que esto me causa carcajadas
y mucho hastio, no te olvides del hastio.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

This is fact not fiction

Even when you are naked, there are ways not to expose yourself. My single most craved desire is to wear it bare. I don't intentionally lie with my mouth, I lie with my body, with these unstoppable actions.

Oh well, it all depends on how you wanna look at it. Maybe I don't feel you, but I must be able to feel the moment and most importantly, I feel a crazy desire to feel you. I do wanna be wit you, only not forever.

I can feel a decaying motion in what has barely started. The scene that leaves me frozen has been played again. The infinite woman feeds her time impulsively, it is patience what she lacks. Having the power to be the predator lazily she chooses to be the prey. There wont be a climax in whatever it is they chase.

In the need of comfort she reminds herself 'This soon will come to an end'.
And then she feels guilty 'cuz maybe she is not giving him a chance. Maybe he knows he has no chance, for which he summits himself to this charade, in which we pretend we are having fun. And in moments we are, but that s all. There is nothing meaningful in fun.

So, she feels the guilt burning up. What a waste. What an unfair treatment to something as pure. We shouldn't waste any time. We shouldn't portray what is unreal.

The urge is sincere.
The urge for him
the need for proximity
the urge to learn.
She has chosen.
She has already been broken.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

the demented is GOne!

Shut the door, wonder why he doesn't get it. He is a brat with a far too simple mind.
Shut the door, get back home. Exhale.
Gaze at the figure who gave you birth, the depression in her waist,
the fury in her eyes. Fear is all around.

I needed to pour something sour. 'Cuz I don't get it.
The source in the light.
I needed to test your reactions.

Cut the crap, open that door. Tell me what I am here for.