don't talk in your sleep
sexto del séptimo del tercero
hasta que choque china con africa te voy a perseguir... a-ronne... MKT, I wanna have success... now it is 3 am. it's late... my feet get cold, tomorrow I'll be busy... a collective work... later an exam of computing...
sixth of seventh of third year. a week that found its end... a rain that remains a prelude by Chopin comes to my mind... yesternight I was at a party it was the birthday of a classmate Fifelment who is now 22 lovely age but she was with friends closer than us and when I say "us" I mean Cocoliso Pelao Diego and me... there there was also our charming classmate Cellcia Catrileo and after we chatted some while and shared some vodkas we invited her to Cocoliso's place where we gangbanged her from dawn till dusk... the birthday wasn't bad after all... I was wise I was smart... in the party Cocoliso almost knock his head against the iron gates for mixing booze and weed but he recovered at the car... a good looking girl was watching his performance down the stairs, in that place at Irarrazaval, Trifulka... the girl had good tits, black hair and named Vulnavia... at sunday I listened the Pathétique and watched Red Dragon... tomorrow I'm going to gym... hoping this week will find its end very soon.... almost forgetting I passed MKT last tuesday... goodbye Ma Montenegro...
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cuando San Pedro era un lugar.
Esther Kahn, finally watched entirely, I did like it... it is necessary to watched again in a next future... listening Mahler's symphonies, just listened the 9th, soon it will be the 10th, the sixth, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, the seventh, the sixth and the 9th...
writing some fiction
Algo de verdad, algo de mentira. Ya ve él lo que ocurre, lo que ocurría en tiempos pretéritos. La tontera de aquélla de no estar con él, con alguien real, y en vez fantasear con otro que es pura fantasía, que no es palpable y además es un pendejo que sólo quiere shows por webcam. Paradojas del amor: se rechaza lo que se tiene a mano y se presta atención a lo exótico y fantasioso. Así es. Sino fuera así no sería enamoramiento y sería matrimonio. Algunas personas prefieren vivir en sus fantasías o vivir aferrados a su adolescencia. Pero los juicios y opiniones le corresponden a él, no a mí, caballeros.
séptimo del octavo
this was how I broke the best... hate is all around... a new month, new adventures in lo-fi... in the future... is there a lucky day entirely dedicated to me? I hope so... I was the last days at the coast... La Víbora... it's very cold now, it's five minutes to three, it's night... I've been at the library today, I was reading José Emilio Pacheco La arena errante ad Rosamel, I would like now to write without punctuation when I was at the coast I had dreams dreams of happiness dreams of hate dreams of sex I dreamed with girls dreamed with bf... well I'll write on at the day... tell me your confessions let me be the ears for all your sins let me take advantage of your whims...
Etiquetas: canciones, dear wendy, emma pollock, escocia, the delgados
