Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Basics Of Distillation

Soledad, reciprocity and Wind

"There's nothing rarer than a single comeiendo Ant. Alone, not by choice. Sola for not having one."
I thought years ago while deborava small animals of another species, at that time occurred by chance. Ant was red and there was timidly [...] still blackened
When eating alone, listen to the rustle of her own teeth each, which when not lubricated squeak to kill. Ant always ends with the beautiful post-nasal (noisly Called mustache) covered with flour when you eat is bread Pyrenees, since saturated ground wheat in their bark. The stupid, Black always looks ahead and finds a pristine white wall, irregular texture that when the owner does not see it spits truth. They know everything [...]. When you eat one does not talk, just listen. And do not listen because he has to whom. Escuha it all and does not speak. Much talk and not listen to penalties.
Then she , La Hormiga, remembers a former colleague of yours adjective: Reciprocal , often bastard. Sure, he will always hesitating streets and roads. I know I never do anything because it is always accompanied. [...] Feel protected
La Hormiga always think, "I, because I'm not lift span Ant and soil, but it was gonna find out that son of a bitch. Is a vacilón. Well, to say nothing of his friend, the noun. That if you are foolish, the bastard. He calls reciprocity, and see you. Where to go with that name [...]".
Y La Hormiga spins, and think: "Do not go where the noun woman named hermaphrodite." Sometimes the bug exclaims: "I do not care what the vacilón your friend Alike!". But as the time passes, the food is consumed and no one there to La Hormiga. No one aside, let alone the other. Absolutely nobody. Only the Sole, its neighbor. Soledad is called, but called Sole. Less depression, is the idea that it is their neighbor and so is more bearable.
By the way, has spent time and The Ant warns that have the guts half full, empty plate and empty the refrigerator, Deserted and headed by an imaginary line that acts as a political border. And physics. Emotional and affection.
But you would not believe, tomorrow everything will be the same: The stupid, will feel the snap of his teeth scolding each other (even they Repdrocidad). Again see the shadow that causes the bulk of the wall when the window bearing the three rays of sun that deign to visit. The bread in the Pyrenees will spray your mustache with ground wheat. And every day they will realize all this. Because his neighbor Sole each day so he is remembered.
The Ant every day realize that all these little things, all the ants and other insects are true, but that is not fixed if you have a neighbor that is called Sole . And indeed the Sole is good aunt. The hijaputa is wise. If you learn to remove loads of it. [...]
But everything is back. Ant out of the hideout and goes by the vereas. You go up the arms and legs, fingers and hands, eyelids and lips and there, between those lips, where you breathe. And I'm Ant, much smaller than you, you're Wind take me by [...] seas and mountains where there is empty and you do not breathe.

Saturday, September 9, 2006

Hoto Come Of Diazipam

vomiting, fever and

I could never even think that the render that kept me alive so long wound me so much and so slowly.
disgusts me your every gesture of contempt and I will be a gap which oxidizes and creates crostra that never heals. Never. And on top of ant'm still in your nest for the utopian belief damn, when you should walk a thousand miles of this redoubt. But where am I going? I have no place.
For
believe in respect and not to run, to run it and not charge him. Welcome. As a black bug without direction or prescribed cadence. Being a bitch ant shit and not have bug company less than three forests around. Because I found in that ppg, have wanted to show the depths of the video, having smelled Monterrubio, because in 36 hours not enough time for more. Having lived so long and now have to smell both dead.
For all this I feel disgust that fills me and I drown in the shit that surrounds us. To you and me.
Ant I became, you know, and you're bigger. Neither I nor I can or I will, no damage. For a lot of shit I will always want to eat vomit and reconsider, because I will not but believe in the impossible. And this is it. But nothing is, therefore, believe in it.
seek not just a friendly greeting between an ant and a wild animal either. Not anymore. Just look for your honesty, for pride only creates obstruction and nothing else. Pride is not until it bursts into a single and then [...]¿ that ?[...] not deserve.
I suffer the evil of masochism and the same hatred generate me turn it into love later vomiting and I have to swallow.
remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and fingers. animal I hope to never be your kind and have you, however, as a reference in what. remain Ant and I hope you feel tingling in the arms and legs. But I hope and desire, never to be me tingling actor.