jueves, agosto 4



Pero , ¿no será que quiere rodearse de una densa oscuridad que sea suya y nada más que suya, que trata de adueñarse de cosas incomprensibles, ocultas y enigmáticas, con la conciencia que de ello surgirá su mañana, su propia redención, su propia aurora?  (Nietzsche, prólogo a Aurora, 1881)

miércoles, agosto 3

COSMOS



Water is my primary principle.


I want to touch your skin, it's so warm.


What's the substance of all this?


You are the mist of waves.


I get drawn in your eyes.


Yes I drown and the waves


they bring me back to me.


Let's nourish the cosmos


together this night.


No matter the size of the sun


or the moon.


All is full of god.


The ship departs tomorrow morning.




sábado, julio 23

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.




miércoles, mayo 25

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.

miércoles, mayo 4

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.