Sunday, July 27, 2008

How Much Is Charizard Card?

Insomnia




I)


She walked in a hurry to escape the nightmares that a while ago had assaulted by surprise by the restless night working day (ever so fragile as glass). Although a strong advocate of non-public conduct naturalization, every gesture that emanated from his privacy, every act that altered the day monocronía unabashedly gray, seemed part of a sacred ritual with its own order and its own logic. The universe that contained it could cause admiration, but was inscrutable, contemplative but never fully learned (and not be suggested as amended). So passed the first minute of the day in the city.


He ran cursing the motif of the race. One hour separated him from the tedious labor nightmare which ran as though some part of your distracted existence really wanted to reach your destination (and knew it could not be true). It all flowed like basting and yet always so different. Did not believe in the structures. He swore in the name of today. He smiled without much thought as a backdrop. Praxis life was exacerbated their dose, even in the first minute of the day in the city.


II)


She was the prototypical case of case: In case drew roundtrip ticket, bought a new battery into the kiosk, carrying a book-wide and why no-one umbrella. Her library card, two bookstores, the video store, social work, the gym no longer attended, the subway service pension contributions and, of course, "his national identity card. Life would not surprise if it depended.


He carried his briefcase full self-confidence, as if made of breeze or wind. Their belongings were moving light, which could be his or any other subject of the train station because nothing will change. Only treasured dreams. Did not mean anything but fully live her own life (which is something).


III)


She rose when the car was so full of people that an invisible rope and purpose mysterious dark fragrance united all who enters their own accord in one body, one heavy mass that came and went with the rhythm of platforms and whimsical world.


He was already up to when she was up, out of everything and within himself. Subject to the ring before now white gray organizer provided by the service company, committed the unforgivable crime of carrying face of pride in the enviable feat of being able to fully subject to that object precious way to balance the highest peak, dirtier and busiest ever.


IV)


She looked through multiple gears brain and infinite theoretical and practical formula to stay upright in the jungle.


He showed safe.


V)


She sees and approaches.


He does not move.


VI)


She takes the gray-white ring and accidentally also take your other hand.


He looks at her and she (at the same time he looks at her) withdrew his as if to ask forgiveness but could not run for not having properly planned.


VII)


He the returns to look the same but different, smiles and gives a precious piece of gray-white ring now she seems pearly or shiny or silver.


VIII)


She returns the smile because you do not like debts and he likes to behave properly.


He welcomes the surprise of the others smile and gives tacit welcome to the top with a silence and a settlement.


IX)


She thinks about how to change the world.


X)


She realizes that something in the world has just changed.




PD. Do not believe everything I write ...

Friday, July 11, 2008

Aspartame Withdrawal Symptoms

air hides


4:37 a.m.

a ewe. Two lambs. Three sheep. Will it give this result?. Four sheep. So they say. Five sheep. Six sheep. Seemed rare and nights hanging out at sailing. Seven sheep, do come the eighth?. Concentrate. Eight sheep. Nine sheep. Rest in peace Antonio. Ten sheep. I can not believe he's dead. Eleven sheep. The fifth birthday noodles my smile. Twelve sheep. His smile my birthday same generosity. Thirteen sheep. Sola increasingly alone. Fourteen sheep. Rest in peace Antonio smile who has died and my sister says that a song says everything good dies. I tell you a lie. Lie is a lie, all the good die my uncle Antonio smile rest in peace. Fifteen sheep that behold me while I weep quietly and remain silent seeing objects transitoriales hug my favorites (my bears, of course). I lost count.

a ewe. Two lambs. Three sheep. Three sheep again. Who says that after three comes the four?. Why I can not have I right in saying that after three comes after three and second three can come anything else that happening?. Basta. If I never will finish well dispersed by sleep. Change number.

Go integrated sheep. Twenty sheep. Twenty sheep. Twenty sheep. Twenty-four sheep. I can not imagine twenty-four sheep together in the same scene, and if not I lose the account. Better visualize smaller. So yeah, see? For something I say that everything has a solution. Twenty-five sheep. Twenty-six sheep. Twenty-seven sheep. Love. Twenty-eight sheep and love again. Love Always. Twenty-nine sheep. Thirty sheep. Horacio and La Maga do not exist although the two men choose wrong and we are disproportionately naive. Better believe it. Too bad to be real. Thirty-one sheep. I sleep for like hopscotch to get to heaven or to sleep in that place where thoughts become scattered dust and no return air. Thirty-two lambs. How much longer can I live without love. Thirty-three sheep. I touch your mouth with a finger touch the edge of your mouth. Thirty-four sheep. After all do not even know what love is. No, Chapter 93 does not have the answer I seek. Chapter 93 does not exist. Thirty-five sheep. Living absurdly to end the absurd thought Horacio thinking La Maga and I think I think one of my dearest friends. For something I say that everything has a reason that everything is in the books that had to go back to reread hopscotch. Where was I? Ah, yes, Thirty-six sheep. Thirty-seven sheep. I'm obviously does not know to ask who want it. Thirty-eight sheep whispering in the language of sheep as I think giving me a kiss and touch your mouth with a finger touch the edge of your mouth because love always love. Is absurd to think that the nearly five o'clock. Thirty-nine sheep. Forty sheep and kiss me I ask who wants to hear, but if not a touch your mouth with a finger touch the edge of your mouth, or bother. Do not worry or issue because from the 15 years I know I can recite it from memory and not to mistake every time you need it. Forty-one sheep. No one can die and rest in peace without having a touch your mouth with a finger touch the edge of your mouth. I had a lot of others and believe me they are worthless. I'm asking less than what they think they ask. On this side of my story. Side than yours. And in the middle of a table that is a bridge windows Talita writing the change accurate and the possibility of running out of yours or mine but together. We will not be on land but certainly closer to heaven. Giving to get, something I say I had to go back to reread hopscotch. And this from the sheep it does not work.

a ewe and is the last time I try. Two lambs. Three sheep. Four sheep. You better be. Five sheep. If the goal is to make one boring and one half is not enough in the middle. Five sheep and half sheep. Six sheep. Six and a half sheep lambs. Difficult to visualize what half sheep. Is it short? Court "horizontal, vertical or transverse? No, better not cut it, makes me feel cruel. I should keep thinking. We agree with that half is fifty percent what it is but also keeps the fifty percent that should have in place. Although it does not. But would be a hundred. Elemental (and that mathematics is not my thing). Therefore is natural to think that as I am not a hundred or a whole traffic but no life with vertical or horizontal cutting cross-evident, nor need it be my half sheep half outside. For though she and I we show it as a whole hundred or a whole both know where we are fifty because love always love and until I touch your mouth with a finger touch the edge of your mouth will continue over this side and far from heaven. So I can not sleep. And all the good die I hope it's not true but just in case better overall who bothers you cry softly. Sola increasingly alone. 7:02 a.m.



Florence, your mom says it's time to wake the tea is turn off the stove ready luck in your day how you slept no more sad. Better not say anything because love always love if all cried softly. For something I say that hopscotch.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

How Much Does It Cost For A Cyst Removal

Thoughts of a July 1 Existence

When did I sleep on buses? The routine naturalized to the absurd. Maybe dark. I have cold and no coat that reaches to cover this vast wilderness. I sink into the anonymity of a chair again, harsh, empty, distant and hopeless, and deposit all I was there. The day is so long. Much can a silent sigh. Perhaps it is that in the world and there's only night. What if you discovered I do not see the sun because the sun has gone forever? I guess I'm used to contemplating the dark, walking in the dark, to receive without being sure, to imagine more to do. Everything is based on going further. Perhaps it was always night What will those who look at me and see me sleeping? Will someone found my piece more intimate? "I've seen as I am? Sometimes I feel it is dangerous to sleep in front of others because I can not take care of his thought. Thus not allowing me to sleep was the most daring and generous gesture that they could give. So sorry for my confidence. I wonder how my life would have changed if I had cared about keeping up appearances, be the right person and right that all planned on me (including myself). The habit of looking at me from the outside has become a ritual and I can not stop thinking about other people's eyes. Can read the thoughts that I hide behind my eyes closed? Do you scare my ghost? I still have the illusion, but pure child, that there is someone who can see me whole and still want to keep looking at me, surround me with their arms and take off once and for all the immense loneliness.

When was the last time I stopped to listen to the wind? Silence is the beginning and I've definitely lost me. Santo said it best Thomas comes from the most perfect nature. I understand and added that the man complicates everything (I more than anyone.) Will we complex beings, made up of infinite parts, and move this logic to other things. We have to understand is to understand. It is a lie. The world has a single element. The paradox is that the simplest is just what we fail to see. What is essential is invisible to the eye. Do you want? It is heard in the wind. What helps us cover the wind noise? We put names to fit our curriculum plans of study but is always composed of the same. Submit to submit it as inferior things easy with our conscience, when he lived what we have not even been able to invent. Juxtaposed with oil and water we be able to become one. Wind and noise will always be different. Noise can never windy. So we spent the days-unless there is only night, because then we can spend evenings only - and distracted us from ourselves a little longer (there's a bit more). How long? Can I take so little to forget? How long have I lost.



Pd. Could also be called manifest rebellion. Saturated I see life through a door train, a glass of group and the artificial light of the office. And while nothing changes in my structure, I agree with to shout from the rooftops ...