July 2011
Retro-progretion analysing the errors of the future
June 2011
Throw me out with garbage, lit it on. Let the night shine with death, go on tomorrow
Keeping time with a bad sence of space. What else could I do in this crazy place
May 2011
Out of the cage with the cub. Grey day with lots of color.
Waiting for the monotony. Will the mind wander then? I wonder
They call this a madhouse, of their head I say. As I walk away
Transmiting from the edge of sanity. Not only death but also crazy
April 2011
30 seconds on the phone
that’s all I get with my little baby this days.
quality time, my ass.
24 more hours, 24 more hours to see my child, clear my thoughts. 24 hours and they can lock me up forever if they want to. for what i care
returning to the latest state, yes crazy might be common consensus, but not even close reality - my dear Horatio; I quote-
Cantinflas day
As I try to wright, I figure.
Manodepression will kill me.
if life doesn’t ge to me first.
rejecter:
“Donkeys need not learn to read and write; they only need to know how to work.” Swedish industrialist on workforce immigrants’ kids, 1970s.
Someone beyond
As we let god take its final breath, there beneath the books, the altars and the piles of bodies accumulated over years of intensive search for his divine approval.
the dying divinity, who leave its children lost and scare in front of infinity. If there ever was one. Many are the few that claim no knowledge of it “I don’t believe in god, but there most be higher power”, wish In...
life is a rollercoaster out of one of Kafkas...
a pearl on deads necklace
my life wears a “dead end” sign on its head.
And I run up, like a mad monkey with a gun.
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shit I'm tired....
I give up.
this is no pracrastination; this is a cry for...
gone psyko again...
just point home
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Is time for bed
After another horrible day of fighting illness and the ex.
whoever said anything about womens empathy got to get their facts straight.
by the way, kick-ass, kicks ass.
“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a...”
– Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
true story
She: you are not as happy as you use to be.
Me: that's because I met you.
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In this world we are all equal and happy.
March 2011
like a stonemade ship, rolling down the cascade. fuck the interpretation and run with the genitalia, guts and naked feet.
tired day
good fight and good night.
I will not make that call!
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“You’re going to die soon enough anyway; even if it’s a hundred years from now,...”
– Jesse Bering (via chopa)
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mujerinterrumpida:
This literary work is the culmination of both personal experiences and undergraduate research that illustrate my identity as an African Latina. It is a combination of memoirs, poems and research material that explain the effects of race on identity from an academic standpoint while sharing my own life as a living example.