A Poetic Retelling of an Unfortunate Seduction

Kill

2005-09-02T14:38:00.000-05:00

Well, you're just across the street
Looks a mile to my feet
I wanna go to you
Funny how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance? (chance?)
I only want what I was always meant to be
You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say
I know what I should do but I just can't walk away

I can picture your face well
From the bar in my hotel
I wish I'd go to you
I'll pick up, put down the phone
Like your favorite Heatmeiser song goes
It's just like being alone

Oh god, please don't tell me this has been in vain (vain)
I need answers for what I'll be waiting after these years
You kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakes!
I know what I should do but I just can't turn away

So go on love...
Leave while there's still hope for escape.
Go on, take what you can these days
There's so much ahead
So much regret
I know what you want to say
(Know what you want to say)
I know people can't help feeling differently
I loved you, and Im sure I've said it
But tell me just what has it ever meant?

I can't help it baby, this is who I am
Sorry, but I can't just go turn off how I feel (feel)
You kill me, you build me up, but just to watch me break
I know what I should do but I just can't walk away

This Could Be Love...

2005-08-03T14:45:00.000-05:00

I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bad ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I touched myself had thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile
I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands

You took me hostage and made your demands...
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers... one by one

THIS COULD BE LOVE...
THIS COULD BE LOVE !

Maybe I'll Catch Fire...

2005-07-21T14:37:00.000-05:00

this house is full of ears,
but i can't talk to anyone.
they've heard this one a thousand times.
most exciting thing i do,
hang half way out a third floor window,
maybe throw lit cigarettes down.

and maybe i'll catch fire.
something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
all that evil shit's not hard to find.
i guess i only claim to be nice.

this house is full of eyes,
but i can't look at anyone.
they've seen this face a thousand times.
most relaxing thing i do,
hang half way out a third floor window,
and look at rocks if i fall out.

and maybe i'll fall hard.
something tough to break me,
something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain.
sorry i don't even know your name.
i guess for me it's easy this way.

maybe i'll catch fire.
something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
all that evil shit's not hard to find.
i guess i only claim to be nice.

How to be born again in 3 easy steps :

2005-07-15T17:10:00.000-05:00

1.- Recover the broken pieces of what used to be you heart, eventhought they are all dirty and steptover.

2.- Take all your inner streinght and transform it in glue.

3.- Give your heart away one more time.

(repeat as necesary, cos we know its gonna happen again sometime)

There's something about anything...

2005-07-11T12:05:00.000-05:00

Its been a while since I don't write, maybe because I decided to fight my last trauma by myself and dedicate sometime (now that I had any) to myself and myself only. Now, I found a neverthought peace inside of me and in my mind, actually I feel better about everything, you made me see things in other perspective and for that, I thank you.
I think about you most of the time, wherever you are and whatever you'r doing, It just fills my day and kinda makes it worth while, eventought I see you some times, It feels that I see you every moment. that frightens me but gives me peace of mind.
Now, At least I know were I'm standing and what Im hopping for, I might just be shooting for the stars, but, who knows?... maybe you'll fall down, or maybe I'll fall from my feet. Maybe you'll love me the way I am, and wash away the rests of pain in me, to let us start fresh new... And we'll find something in every anything, anyday... always... everlong.

>> No Eres Yo

2005-06-29T16:33:00.000-05:00

No necesito un trago mas,
para tener valor!
Para acercarme a ti,
Para decirtelo...

El mundo nunca fue,
cuadrado para mi.
No me cuestiones mas!,
yo soy feliz asi

No hay nada que pedir...
contigo tengo todo.
tenia que ocurrir,
de todos modos...
No puedo imaginar,
el dia de mañana,
pues tuve que llegar...
me quieras o no.

No entiendes porque no eres yo
No entiendes porque no eres yo,
No entiendes porque no eres yo.

No necesito una razon!
para contradecir!
no trato de ofender,
puedes sentirlo.
No necesito tu permiso para continuar!
si fuimos hechos diferentes,
para completarnos.

Y no hay nada que pedir...
contigo tengo todo.
tenia que ocurrir,
de todos modos...
No puedo imaginar,
el dia de mañana...
pues tuve que llegar,
me quieras o no.

No entiendes porque no eres yo,
No entiendes porque no eres yo,
No entiendes porque
no eres
yo...

:::Fobia:::No Eres Yo:::Rosa Venus:::

Destroy Me

2005-06-26T23:19:00.000-05:00

Destroy Me
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Create Me

2005-06-26T22:14:00.000-05:00

Create Me
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Melissa Face

2005-06-24T00:24:00.000-05:00

Melissa Face
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>> All that I've Got

2005-06-22T18:10:00.000-05:00

So deep that I didn't even bleed and catch me
Off guard, red handed
Now I'm far from lonely
Asleep I still see you lying next to me
So deep that I didn't even bleed catch me I..

I need something else
Would someone please just give me
Hit me, knock me out
And let me go back to sleep
I can laugh
All I want inside I still am empty
So deep that I didn't even bleed catch me I...

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I guess, I remember every glance you shot me
Un-harmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat
I squoze so hard
I stopped your heart from beating
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me, I..

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

So deep that I didn't even bleed catch me
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me

And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got

<< For you D. >>

Imagine Me

2005-06-22T17:39:00.000-05:00

Imagine Me
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Squirrels Revenge!

2005-06-15T17:04:00.000-05:00

Squirrels Revenge!
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The first attempt to conquer the world...

Melissa and the squirels

2005-06-14T00:08:00.000-05:00

Sleep
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oh, happy happy bedtime, when wil you come?

Mellisa and the Squirels

2005-06-13T23:53:00.000-05:00

...so, heres a story, a bed time story about a perfect weekend, about a hot night ,fish and rum. It has no begining because it never had one, i had always been there, wating for those two people to meet each other... And maybe it wont have an end, because that is what they agreed. so, I will just narrate the facts and the fellings.
They found each other out of the nowere, they never had crossed a word in a year or so, a turbulent past laid upon them and the signs for storm never seamed to dissapear from their view, still, one day they found each other talking about the weather and other poetic things and sudently it happened, they matched, they clicked... and all the signs were ignored by them and decided to cross over to the storm. Just one look, one night, one ice-cream on the bench. Nothing had ever took so long or so little to be where it was supposed to be. nohting ever felt like meant to be until that night. that thundering night full of dreams, hopes and fears. nothing ever felt so real for them.
They said goodbye and nothing would ever be the same, they wont fell right without eachother, without their voice and touch. they had to repeat it, they had to be convinced it was no longer a dream, and that if a dream it was they wont like to wake up ever again... and so they did.
Rum and coke, happy music with cigar, but you could breath the love... the perfect lighting and company, nothing could ever had worked better... they cliked, and this time they new it was for real, they talked, they had coffee and walked by the hand in the nearby park. they talked more, had fish and talked more, until thay said goodbye again, a goodbye that was only for a while, the last goodbye, cos they wont say it ever again, they will never said googbye again.
They decided to spend a night together, the decided to love each other no matter the price or the weather in their hearts, the decided to be happy for as long as they were alive, they talked, they kissed and the rain started falling upon their place, but not upon them, not then, not now, not ever... they felt safe with eachother, they felt secure and loved. they wont leave.
And since that day on, everyday hasnt been exactly the same, the weather, althought it threatens to pour in rain somedays, has never shown a single drop... they will keep it this way, they will fell the same, the squirels and little girls will live in armony away from them as the rest of the world shall do.

Poesia de una Urbe > Parte 1 > 5:15am - 7:15am

2005-05-31T22:47:00.000-05:00

El ruido ya caracteristico del avion que viene de europa a las 5 15 am, es mi llamada despertador.
Ya acostumbrado al azul noche que brinda esa hora me preparo mentalmente para enfrentar un nuevo dia, un nuevo caos
un amanecer y un anochecer de la gran ciudad.
Se hace tarde, es mejor desayunar cualquier yogurt en el auto para hacer solo 40 min. a un destino, que por distancia, tendria que estar a 15 o menos. El folklore de personas que viven encerradas en su mundo, ensimismadas y alejadas lo mas posible de los escasos metros que separan a un ser humano de otro en esta cuidad, desfilan desde muy temprano hacia su monotonia y sus que haberes, todos juntos, todos separados. esa es la ley y la norma a seguir.
Parte es ya de un raciocinio que comparto desde hace varios años ya con los oriundos de este caos el no fijarnos en los demas, es estar en nuestro asuntos, preocupados por nosotros y por nuestra supuesta seguridad. ensimados unos con los otros pero eso si, siempre diciendo "con permiso" y "gracias" o para que no se sienta tan feo "con permisito".
Rumbo hacia mi destino, un hombre de mediana edad se acerco a mi ventana... eran las 7 am. Su vestimenta era sucia, y su comportamiento erratico, pense " de seguro quiere limpiarme el parabrisas, o mis monedas", pero no, se acerco, me miro y por alguna razon lo mire, un poco de ansiedad senti al ver que metia la mano a su bolsillo... no creo poder describir todo lo que paso por mi mente mientras lo hacia, pero senti miedo. Miedo?, Es que acaso tengo que temer a todo aquel que se pone a mi lado?, sera que ya etsoy contagiado de esta paranoia cierta que va de boca en boca que reza que la gente es mala?.
Saco pues su mano de la bolsa, abrio lentamente la mano y mostro 3 monedas: 2 de 50 centavos y 1 de 20. las tomo como si fuera oro molido y me mostro sigiloso su tesoro, mientras me decia con voz de estar haciendo algo que le costaba mucho trabajo decir, es mas, creo que no queria decirlo : "Comprame mis monedas".
Comprame mis monedas?... Como te voy a comprar tus monedas!?, como se compra el dinero!?...
La Luz verde del semaforo me impidio siquiera contastar a tal metaforica pregunta, pero la pregunta se quedo en mi cabeza, todo el dia se quedo la mirada del hombre aquel. Que habra pensado?, porque vender dinero?, porque vender su mas preciado tesoro?... que o cuanto habra querido a cambio por las monedas?, porque malditas monedas!...
Lo unico que me queda claro, es que las cosas que para unos valen poco, para otros es una vida, son recuerdos, son la memoria misma del individuo... Es una lastima, que alguien en esta cuidad, pase la necesidad de vender, literalmente su alma, y es otra mas, que nadie se tome el tiempo de en verdad escuchar su interna desesperacion....

:: Frio

2005-05-29T02:03:00.000-05:00

:: Frio
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Maldito Frio, Maldito Corazon...

::: Frio

2005-05-29T00:48:00.000-05:00

Hoy recorre en mi, hoy lo siento como muchas otras veces y no quiero que regrese.
ese sudor frio que me da la espina que tengo enterrada desde hace tanto, hace tan poco.
fragmentado sentimiento de morfina expirada, es tu recuerdo lo que me despierta y me mata
es la sensacion de no saber que saber y de desear conocer lo que te matara al oir.

Ese frio que se siente en mi espalda pensando en tu espalda, en 3 espaldas, en mil mas.
ese aire que pesa cuando lo inhalas, ese dolor que produce el olor de alguien mas.
ese frio, maldito frio que tengo en las manos cerradas de rabia de no poder hablarlo mas.

En un pequeño pedazo de papel te busque, en mi falta de conciencia te halle,
pequeña droga de placer... que tan pronto puedes traer tan mortifero dolor.
Si bien mi paz perdida en ti busque, perdido me quede yo al sentir tu traicion.
y aunque no hay a quien culpar, nadie de igual manera enmendara mi corazon.

Ese frio que me duerme la boca pensando en tu boca, en 3 bocas, en mil mas.
ese corazon que tan frio de amor, se convierte en calor cuando lo enciende alguien mas.
ese frio, maldito frio que me da la esperanza que nada sea verdad para no pensarlo mas.

gritar no puedo, escapar tampoco.
bomba anemica de dolor.
ese, tan frio, tan calculador,
errado y engañado.
Destruido...
mi corazon.

No Mas.

::Screaming Infidelities::

2005-05-24T15:52:00.000-05:00

I'm missing your bad, I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak
& this bottle of beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets
But you're not alone & you're not discreet.
You make sure I know, who's taking you home.
I'm reading your note over again.
There is not a word that I comprehend,
except when you signed it
"I´ll love you always & forever"

As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,
and sit alone and wonder,
how you're making out,
but as for me I wish that I was anywhere
with anyone making out

I'm missing your laugh, how did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as your pretending.
I'm missing you bad, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak.
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.

Your hair.
It's everywhere.
Screaming infidelities.
Taking it's wear.

Why did you get all the love in the world ?

2005-05-24T14:58:00.000-05:00

seriesone3
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march of the pigs?

2005-05-24T14:31:00.000-05:00

march o fthe pigs?
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__-everyday is exactly the same_--_

2005-05-20T17:53:00.000-05:00

-- I belive I can see the future - because I repeat the same routine - I think I used to have a purpoise - and then again that might have been a dream - I think I used to have a voice - now I never make a sound - i just do what Ive been told - I really dont want them to come around - everyday is exactly the same - there is no love here and there is no pain - everyday is exactly the same - i can feel their eyes are watching - in case I lose myself again - sometimes I think im happy here - sometimes I still pretend - I cant remember how this all got started - but I can tell you - exactly - how will it end - everyday is exactly the same - there is no love here and there is no pain - everyday is exactly the same - Im writing on a little piece of paper - Im hoping someday you might find - Ill hide it behind something they dont look behind - Im still inside here - a little bit just comes bleeding throgh - I wish this could have been any other way - I just dont know what else I can do - everyday is exactly the same ----------------------------------------------------

Yo, Recuerdo...

2005-05-18T01:25:00.000-05:00

el dia de hoy paso rapido y bueno, con el hubo un momento en la mañana en el que me senti raro, me senti nostalgico... creo que desubicado seria una buena palabra... volteo a mi alrededor y hay un sin fin de recuerdos que estan ahi, pero hoy cumplieron su proposito... lo mejor de mi vida, lo mas importante, lo esencial de mi estaba viendome despertar de nuevo, solo que hoy si los note y si los senti.
me bañe y al lavarme la cara, viendome frente al espejo, me note viejo, me note vivido, preocupado, solo, completamente imcompleto, desenfadado, optimista, sobresaliente, engañado, fracasado y con hambre... me di cuenta que lo que en verdad soy, son 25 años de recuerdos y sueños.
me visto para la ocacion especial que se me presenta: Gris. creo que mis recuedos no son blancos ni negros, creo que son grises, creo que son la mezcla perfecta de vivir 25 primaveras, de reir 25 veranos, de llorar 25 otoños y sufrir 25 inviernos. Creo que el color gris es el color de los recuerdos, es el color que mezcla lo bueno y lo malo, lo brillante y lo obscuro que puede ser uno, que puede sentir uno...
De todas las personas que conozco se, que algo han influido en que yo sea como soy, creo que su recuerdo es mas importante que cualquier cosa que pudieron haber hecho, y, aunque hay recuerdos que duelen, creo que hay unos que curan, que animan, que hacen pensar en un mejor mañana, en un nuevo despertar.
Tantas cosas he vivido, tantas cosas he hecho, tantas mas he dejado de hacer... es casi imposible nombrar todas, es casi imposible que alguien mas las entienda si no soy yo, pero hoy solo comparto lo que es importante... el recuerdo; y hago reverencia a las personas que han, estan y seguiran marcando mi vida, mi camino y mis recuerdos. A todos, Gracias.

WORK

2005-05-18T01:14:00.000-05:00

If you only once would let me
Only just one time
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever's gonna happen tonight
Don't think we're not serious
When's it ever not?
The love we make is give and it's take
I'm game to play along

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time

All the best DJs are saving
Their slowest song for last
When the dance is through
Its me and you
Come on, would it really be so bad?
The things we think might be the same
But I won't fight for more
Its just not me to wear it on my sleeve
Count on that for sure

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
You want to take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
Yeah - We still have time

I Can't say I was never wrong
But some blame rests on you
Work and play they're never okay
To mix
the way
we do

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
You want to take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
We still have time

UNWELL

2005-05-16T01:34:00.000-05:00

ALL DAY
STARING AT THE CEILING MAKING
FRIENDS WITH SHADOWS ON MY WALL
ALL NIGHT
I'M HEARING VOICES TELLING ME
THAT I SHOULD GET SOME SLEEP
BECAUSE TOMORROW MIGHT BE GOOD
...FOR SOMETHING

HOLD ON
I'M FEELING LIKE I'M HEADED FOR A
BREAKDOWN
I DON'T KNOW WHY

I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE UNWELL
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU CAN'T TELL
BUT STAY AWHILE AND MAYBE THEN YOU'LL SEE
A DIFFERENT SIDE OF ME
I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE IMPAIRED
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T CARE
BUT SOON ENOUGH YOU'RE GONNA THINK OF ME
AND HOW I USED TO BE

...ME
TALKING TO MYSELF IN PUBLIC
AND DODGING GLANCES ON THE TRAIN
I KNOW
I KNOW THEY'VE ALL BEEN TALKING 'BOUT ME
I CAN HEAR THEM WHISPER
AND IT MAKES ME THINK THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG
WITH ME

OUT OF ALL THE HOURS THINKING
SOMEHOW
I'VE LOST MY MIND

I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE UNWELL
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU CAN'T TELL
BUT STAY AWHILE AND MAYBE THEN YOU'LL SEE
A DIFFERENT SIDE OF ME
I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE IMPAIRED
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T CARE
BUT SOON ENOUGH YOU'RE GONNA THINK OF ME
AND HOW I USED TO BE

IVE BEEN TALKING IN MY SLEEP
PRETTY SOON THEY'LL COME TO GET ME
AND THEY'LL BE TAKING ME AWAY...

BUT SOON ENOUGH YOU'RE GONNA THINK OF ME
AND HOW I USED TO BE

3 Days Under The Influence...

2005-05-11T00:22:00.000-05:00

... Todo comenzo, creo, con una resaca de soledad y cansancio de un viernes cualquiera y auqnue se supone que no deberia estar solo, lo estaba y morfeo me llamaba a visitarlo a temprana hora de la tarde. *(my apologies to all involved)
Me desperte pues entrada la noche con mucha hambre y recordando viejos compromisos ya muy añejados para cumplir, asi que convoque a los miembros y socios del H. Club de Toby a una reunion en las instalaciones con sede en Valle de Bravo para, porque no, dar por inaugurado (y retomar la tradicion del) Vallezazo, ver. 0.5
Nos embarcamos el dia Sabado en punto de las 12 del dia en el troncomobil: Kanek, Rafuiño, el Borgas y un servidor hacia los que yo he denominado: "3 days Under The Influence..." una experiencia enriquecedora que, gracias a Dios, es solo una vez al año... Bueno, Ahorremonos las letritas de la pelicula y entremos en el punto en que misteriosamente nos dimos cuenta que ya estabamos un poco tomados a las 4 de la tarde y fue cuando empezamos a netear hasta las 11... fue lo que hizo interesante y contrastante el punto de ir todos a Valle, el por fin poder hablar y exponer las cosas en un ambiente mas relajado y mas "frio y neutral" para todos. (me llevo muchos comentarios que ya estoy poniendo en practica y espero que se cumplan los que propuse *borgas!).
el ambiente subio de nivel como nuestro nivel etilico y partimos hacia el antro del conejito a seguir alabando a Baco, cuando, ya entrados en gastos se nos cruzo una malacopa y todo se torno de un bizarro-sarcastico de lo mejor!, jaja, Nos hemos reido mucho de las lagrimas que brotaron (es increible que cagados somos los hombres bajo la influencia del alcohol) y asi pusimos fin al sabado que se nos fue como la botella de Torres 10 del Ra.

Mañana Continuare... aun faltan 2 dias mas.

join the dots

2005-05-05T01:42:00.000-05:00

join the dots
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estaba en el piso (literal)

2005-05-05T01:41:00.000-05:00

estaba en el piso (literal)
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Rest Stop

2005-05-05T00:44:00.000-05:00

it seemed that we were on a rest stop all this time passed now by.
somehow, i remembered everyhting, every felling, every tought.
Can we just sit down again like we did today?
Can we kiss like we did?, smile like we used to?

After everything that has been, after all said and done,
even after time passed us by, and killed and reborn everything in you, in me.
the wind never stoped blowing in your heart, and in mine... that I know.
and the flame that was once frozen, is now slowly becoming fire.

it seemed that we were on a rest stop all this time...
we were all this time...
all this time...
we are still.

las 11 pa' variarle...

2005-04-28T02:19:00.000-05:00

En mayo, he aqui la propuesta para verano:

1.- Radio - Alkaline Trio
2.- All that I've Got - The Used
3.- The Hand That Feeds - NIN
4.- Futures - jimmy Eat World
5.- Why do you love Me? - Garbage
6.- Razmatazz - Pulp
7.- All you can ever learn is what you already know - The Ataris
8.- Useless - Depeche Mode
9.- Bokkie - Elefant
10.- Beating hearts baby - Head Automatica

y de bonus, una de mis favoritas personales:

11.- Echo - Incubus

lleguenle a la gueb y a bajarlas!
Kudos!

Hell Yes!

2005-04-27T01:07:00.000-05:00

... People usually have days when everything just goes wrong, my day is not quite the exception, it seems that I always know when the day is going to be complicated, when Im not gonna smile, when Im not gonna see your face.
I just couldnt wake up this morning, my bed was warning me about the dissaster to come and, eventrough I tried to listen, well, I ended up writing this fucking blog at night... Oh sad day, sad sad day... I never felt more vulnerable in my life.
And Its not about you and someone else, Its not about you and your fucking selfishness, Its not about your sweetness and your bitterness, Its not about anything you could imagine...This is about me,... Hell yes!, this is about fucking me!...cant you see that It doesnt take a lot to break me?, cant you see that everytime you dont place me where I belong I get lost?, confused?,tired?... Hell Yes this is about me!, About what I should scream and I dont even dare to whisper!, About my fucking education and the thigs left unsaid!, about the anger! about the pain! About what you dont see!!!... About what I deny, About everything I swallow just to be near you... just for you to notice me. just to notice me.
I used to be my own hero, I used to think and speak what I wanted, were I wanted. I used to be free I guess... Now my freedom ends where you begin, I end where you begin...
And, for a second now,...
I feel fine about it.
Hell Yes.

Nice

2005-04-19T01:35:00.000-05:00

Nice
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Work

2005-04-19T00:57:00.000-05:00

... hablando de dias bizarros, hoy no fue la excepción. como si no fuera suficiente con el hecho de no haberme levantado (a ninguna hora) me encuentro con la sorpresa de que tengo sueño y que no he hecho nada productivo el dia de hoy.
y aunque sigo chateando con la muchacha feliz, no se, aun hay muchas cosas en mi cabeza que nadie se entera y no se como expresarlas en el blog.
Antes de oirte hoy, todo fue sublime, incluso nuestras primeras palabras pintaban a un dia mejor, creoq ue nunca se sabe que depara el destino cuando no se tiene control sobre el. aun así, el dia empeoro climatologicamente en mi y en el exterior. como que nada, durante un cortolargo periodo de tiempo no hizo sentido, incluso tus comentarios. incluso tu enfermedad.
... me pregunto que gano yo en esta cruzada?, peleando por una cruz de la cual no se si creo... de una religion que a veces me acoge a veces no, de una ideologia que yo creo pero parece que tu ya no... me pregunto si la sangre que derramo diario servira para complacerte algun dia? he de seguir peleando por algo que nunca veré?...

" cant say i was never wrong,
but some blame rests on you.
work and play aint never o.k.
to mix
the way,
we do..."

Narcolepcia

2005-04-18T01:29:00.000-05:00

... En este mal viaje de la una de la mañana, he empezado a creer en todo tipo de cosas para sentirme mejor. Si, bueno, en algun momento creo que este blog me servirá de terapia gratuita para cambiar mi insomnia por unas cuantas gotas de sueño.
Aun no defino bien que es lo que voy a hacer con este espacio, creo, sin temor a equivocarme que me da miedo el tener este lugar para mi, sabiendo que no es para mi. pero bueno, me da fé que a mi amiga leonora le funciona.
perdonaran la pésima ortografía, pero no espero ganar ningun concurso de redaccion por esto. Ah, tambien sientase comodos con el sarcasmo, porque de seguro de mi escucharan mucho...

bueno creo que con esto basta para mi primer blog. como diria sputnik : kudos!