May 31, 2017

May 30, 2017


There was an explosion of some kind.
A red electric drum of hidden desire. I do no know where this will end. It might be nothing.
Torn from the bruises covering my body a small spark of echo.
A hug. When? Loss.

May 28, 2017

May 27, 2017


This, for some reason, even if it is not at all, but this seems like what happened. Somehow. That look, her face. It totally was not, but...

Rereading this one. (I first read it at least 20 years ago). Really fun. Made me cry just now (for reasons)

May 26, 2017

I don´t know what to say. Garbage. This was today. At about 5pm. I had walked for maybe 90 minutes (in Mexico City at some 28C), my legs hurt. My head hurt. My me hurt. Just garbage. Refuse. Leftovers. Trash. Lack-of-meaning. At least. Lack-of-work. Outside-of-work. In the trash. I am the trash looking at itself. Ruining e v e r y t h i n g .