apperception

You have to make it easy and always be ready to fail. I don't think we've lost him, but it's obvious there's something wrong. He discovers multiplicity from his own reality, belonging somewhere where he does not belong but that he devours as his. It's a new natural system that he wants to develop and follow and impose as the new controversial trend of expansion. He is no innovator at all (but who is an innovator now?) and he needs money and he needs recognition from his other partners, who are all over the world. I recognise him, he's better than me in all senses.

While I expose my weaknesses to the world by subscribing to some social media apps I try to reformulate the concept of rash and its treatments. Allergies are treated with hydrocortisone available without prescription. I want to feel pleasure while inserting it as a rectal suppository -which seems like a spaceship- so in that way I can fundament my pleasure in the pain of scratching my skin, and then feel calmed. Sleep, this is another rip by snakeman.

allure

Cuenta regresiva. Para dormir con Cerati y despertar con Portishead, ponerse una playera de Nirvana para dormir en el sofá, bañarse, cerrar bien la puerta del baño. Cerrar las cortinas. Esperar a que vuelva el aura. Alargo el tiempo, nunca tiene fin.

rimosso

- Wey, ¿sabías que el 4 es un número de la mala suerte para los japoneses?
- No, ¿por?
- No sé, creo que la pronunciación es igual que la palabra muerte, shi.
-Ahh, ¿me quieres?
- Shi.

Dislike

There was Steve calling in the darkness of this darkie rainy night. I try to do some yoga. I wear some transparent glasses. You died my hair. You smoke. The shaver is not on its place. Somebody cooks, somebody brought something. There are still some cactus and pinapples on the fridge. Do you remember that girl we met that told us she went to study some cinematographic stuff to Cuba? I make some shit to my nails. I give some kickbacks. I jump and move the hips. I need a Bertoia. I really love your Acapulco. I love the way you drink the beer and tell me the way you like coffee. Dumbbells, ten one arm, ten the other. Three times. I do it for you Nadine. Wish you were here, with a trumpet and your pet petting me. Zouk & amp; Sega talk and other rythms all along the hot morning. Somebody in the rear back smells a t-shirt. I pick my stuff and I go out of this 50's, 60's 70's 80's and so on style, while on the 90's and after that apocalyptic world everything is very virtual as a refreshening glass of this Malbec wine. So purpple.  So deep as a puma style. I take the bus and on the way I read some old messages in an old QWERTY cellphone. I try to remember, four years ago. An injured leg and the smell of cups of  tea. I do my stuff. I do my gambling.

Felinofelinofelino.

Contingencia

La ideología de este encuentro es la imposibilidad misma del encuentro. Dale otros diez años, diez años de devastación y de reivindicaciones satíricas y pasará lo mismo. Su ser siempre busca controlar, medir y optimizar cada uno de sus gestos y cada uno de sus efectos. Orquídeas violentas emergen de sus pantaletas volcánicas. Se deja ser. Lo cual se traduce a estar muerta y ser climática, como todo el mundo. Bombardeos de orquídeas desnudas, sin pixeles, nos conmueven.

Un humo de escape nos percibe extraños, estos cuerpos no tienen el ritmo que haría falta. La teoría del cristal roto está todavía de pie cuando ya se han roto todos los escaparates. Es una ironía ofensiva para los arrecifes y la contingencia de estos días. Es la lluvia ácida que carcome como lágrimas los oídos de un cuerpo recostado y tibio.

(No sufras más baby, please, todo fine.)

Embebedame, embebedame todo o tempo. Abraxxame esta noche, de diamantes y calaveras, otra vez.