No es que quiera que as despu leas esto y te compadezcas. A veces no sé si es mi impulso de observador o papel de esclavo sin duties. Me gustaría que fueran bromas de mujer ligera que se sienta a divertirse un rato. Que fuera objeto de estudio y carcajadas ludicrosas. Estas noches perdidas y retragantar de sueños inseguros sean producto de patologías catalogables. Demasiadas escenas sobrepuestas y una muina endomoniada a modo de medioberl. El imperio donde nunca de se pone el solemo. Cantar, caminar, imágenes invisibles atadas a mis tobillos por cadenas antediluveanos. Ahora entiendo por qué mis sustantivos en mis versos son todos en plural. Ahora veo por qué eres Acuarela. Agua. ¡Cuántas historias obsesivas son? ¿Cuántas horas sin tregua, cuta la subjetivizaci de una historia local? Y a no te entiendo, y te comprendo, porque para comprender no necesito de estadticas. Y tengo el miedo lejano de que en uno de esos futuros paralelos – de los que me encargarno intersectar con el m- masticarestas leas como vestigios files. Edades que el C-14 no puede precisar. Y pienso que soy producto de tus canciones sin dueño, que no tuve madre.
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wouldn’t it had been fun that there was…
wouldn’t it had been fun that there was some Y2K2 thing. Oh wait, maybe it’s called winter break.
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Just finished writing the last paper. My semester is over. Phewww
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I was playing with the rotating chair in the infodesk. I was just kicking the ground while holding my feet in the air, so I would turn to my left and to my left and to my left.. and so on, turning to my left forever. Then the campus center manager came in and asked me if I was mad. He was referring to my shorts, but I thought he meant the chair. Before than that though I thought I could get sick more easily by doing something else while keep turning left (I’m pretty strong to nausea). I grabbed my german listening homework, put the audio track from the HRC on play, and began solving the exercises. The stimulus proved to be efficient soon – I had to run out of the building for fresh air before throwing the three Wsten and a racimo of eggs I had stuck into my stomach hours ago.
Morale: rotating chairs do good, and promote diversitz awareness amongst sociology majors. I should get one with my next paycheck.
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God I love this song!
ftp://std150.dorms7.macalester.edu/d/music/masturbating.mp3