Juego colectivo 2

Dame de tu alcaprria grande, sabrosa, jugosa y gordita porque sus pétalos abrazan mi delicada cara mientras sudo y duermo junto a las sombras que se mueven en la noche
esto, vale si, siguiente, algo de noche y cosas que se mueven van y vienen, y no se detienen por aquellos senderos luminosos donde la luz no transitaba para eclipsar de manera febril una incostante duda de algun viajante perdido dispuesto a vivir un laberinto de salidas hacia la tierra de Dionisio. Bueno, regrese de mi viaje lloré, reí y viví mientras tomaba la buena caña descubrí que era lo suficiente inteligente
para realizar que pensar no valía la pena.

V8id

On top tangles and sawdust. Potential lexique wasted. An itchy organ that looses matter (=weight) and no longer converts two digit factors into answers. It forgot what a quotient was. Near the top, a meaty fool for entanglement. Adds more crap to the top. Extremities in pairs. The agile ones lost musicality and youth. The ample ones loose stability and twisting, they ache. The whole ----> piece of wasted 23.




Step outside of the circle and draw the rays. They burn pupils for attention yet narcissism and obsession erase their importance. In the clouds, fiction. Yet no one seems to notice. An entangled entanglement of a head will be illiterate in front of it. Shame! For numbers and guts would have $aved us. And this would not have been a now. The shrinking head, would not have. The aching bones of 23 would not have trembled.
Je suis seulement des mots incoherents ecrits aux tableaux....

A Bué. La Jose-fa

Estrella. Estuviste ahí cuando nació, para asegurarte que todas tus instrucciones se cumpliesen. Reíste y lloraste silenciosa, velándola una semana corrida para que las enfermeras la trataran con cuidado. La arropaste en sábanas de pollos amarillos y se la entregaste a sus progenitores. Visitabas bien de vez en cuando y en manos de tu sangre, pasados unos años, doblabas trenzas y escogías su ropa. A los años se te unió una que compartió tu labor en vida. Vigilantes siempre, gozando de la unión de dos alas... Pasadas las décadas, sintiendo algo de falta, reintrodujeron a otra que comparte su cariño. Con ella envejecen, cosen linajes y se beben juntas los programas televisivos para la tercera edad.

Ahora con ella, en las mañanas calladas donde ambas son extrajeras le acompañas en el café y juntas comen galletas marca María. Ayudaste a que sea y con tu fuerza sanguinaria le pintas tu bandera invertida en su esencia para que nunca la niegue, para que nunca se le escape.

Juego colectivo.

Si me muero mañana no quiero pensar que perdí los dias viviendo de nadie, soñando del día. Me pican las piernas, me duele vivir todos los sábados seres extraños se a poderan de mi inteligencia y con su tuc tuc tuc enamoran al tac tac que muere, y en su lápida; posdata de su vida y prólogo de su eternidad mientras tu alma se absorbe por la noche yo quiero que la mia se absorba junto a la tuya fornicando con envolturas, moldeando estructuras y desperté de aquel largo sueño añorando regresar.

Keys.

Long time no see. For now, on what should be a hectic schedule, the keys are not my friends. I take full ink pens to bed to cope with my hallucinations and emotions. They express themselves without disdain, but they judge me. The keyboard screams labors, it is the tool procrastination sent to bother me. Ink returns me to me. They undress my furtive soul and draw me. They allow the possibility of an incomprehensive nonsense. The library befriends the keys for a while, but the foul smelling book worming students pull me out of the chair and invite me to a world of calm quiet blank pages and pens. Ink go with pajamas, keys go with jeans and dirty shoes.

Because

-addicted-

Procrastination.

My friend, Procrastination has never failed me. In times of hard core stress, I never hesitate to call her. She is most present when I have a next day due date and obligates me to engage in the most stupid activities. Today, Procrastination made me wake up at 12pm and obligated me to take a shower before getting to work. While attempting to start an humongous thirty page study, Procrastination suggested I should eat breakfast and drink coffee first. No more than five hours of not so intensive work, Procrastination made me get dressed and kept mocking me till I found the right brand of kidney beans to cook. Procrastination made me wonder, can I cook red kidney beans and make them yummy? Attempting to get back to work, Procrastination made all of my 20 nails get longer and proceeded to bother me about their length. She also commented that my feet were a bit dry and suggested that I should rub moisturizing cream all over my feet and legs. Procrastination made me hungry again, and she helped me cook a delicious meal. She proved that I did know how to cook tasty kidney beans. She screamed at the idea of leaving dirty dishes. Her company annoyed me a bit and the uncomfortable feeling she incubated, made me feel lonely so I preceded to email my boyfriend. Procrastination reminded me that I missed my boyfriend oh so much, and she made the huge effort to search for him, in the other side of the planet, and made him talk to me for a while. Procrastination multiplied my work ten times and moved my heartbeat to my head and eyelids. Procrastination stole my sleep, and left me stupid. Wherever she is, I reckon she is usurping sleep and time in general, from lost, confused and lonely individuals like myself.

Creo.

Creo en las mañanas calientes con viento húmedo para acompañar el café.
Creo en la reciprocidad de los humanos y las plantas.
Creo en las endorfinas que me visten al caminar bajo la lluvia.
Creo en escribir por escribir con plumas y teclas.
Creo en los clichés, de vez en cuando.
Creo en las medias de colores.
Creo en vestirse por vestirse.
Creo en el desayuno a cualquier hora.
Creo en la compañía a cambio de nada.
Creo en el momento, no en la planificación.
Creo en las computadoras manzanas.
Creo en la expresión singular.
Creo en morder y apretar, para sentir.
Creo en las bañeras enormes.
Creo en el 'rewind' para reírse de nuevo.
Creo en comer chocolate para sonreír.
Creo en esto para combatir la sanidad y la coherencia.

Hermit.

Drank coffee from the Caribbean in the afternoon. He had an enormous god-eye window. He employed a man, he had never met personally, that was in charge of his groceries and other engagements outside his niche. He listened to Ray Charles every day. He laughed at people with umbrellas as he inhaled his own decomposing body. His navel was filled with all sorts of dirt from his house. His hair was tangled with home grown radish roots. He never washed his favorite clothes. He shaved his beard every Sunday and as he watched his own reflection in the mirror he imagined living with company. Sometimes his thoughts were so vivid, a dark red rash violently dressed his skin for several days. He enjoyed the vulgarity of sunlight. His cooking skills were not great, but his stomach still pleaded for his common culinary inventions. His condition had been the same for more than twenty years. The lack of human contact did not affect his mental state. His hands became rough with time. His skin was fragile and sticky. His iris became transparent and his lips melted into his face. His heartbeat changed rate. His eyelids trembled incessantly. His body missed me.

Beso.

-confuso-
Mientras se acercaban, la intensidad de los torbellinos interiores producían un terremoto y emitían un compuesto que le pesaba al aire. Estaban encerrados en una nube húmeda que los acercó hasta unirlos por la boca. Se encontraron para culminar con una larga y ardua búsqueda, luego de haber muerto de sed en docenas y docenas de bocas equivocadas y promiscuas en búsquedas confundidas de pasatiempos breves de cortejo hormonal. Unificados, amantes, redundados y perpetuados. Sus torbellinos internos escaparon al momento que se fusionaron y convertidos en un monstruo natural inmenso, destruyeron todo a su alrededor en un musical silencio. Se llevó consigo el tiempo, el cuerpo, las neuronas, el color, sus nombres, la humanidad. Al desaparecerlo todo el torbellino desvanece. Atados por la lengua, ninguno escoge separarse. El fino vértice del momento se sostiene por la tranquilidad de pertenecer a otro. Confundidas y por vías salivares, las neuronas reemergen de un viaje ajeno a la raíz propia. Al regresar, estas deciden cuando se acaba y antes de separar los entes del momento, dibujan una imagen falsa del antiguo entorno. A la misma vez el torbellino reemerge, regresa todo a su lugar y se divide de nuevo en dos para despertar a los amantes.

Perito

El perito barrendero tiene una escoba regular. Barre y barre múltiples veces para compensar la escoba mediocre, su talento se pierde en el tiempo adicional que le toma realizar su labor. El perito piloto tiene un carro viejísimo, con las gomas semi vacías . El perito psicólogo trabaja como maestro de matemáticas de escuela secundaria. El perito electricista es un anuncio engañoso en la avenida. El perito urólogo, es mujer. El perito del sexo, tomó voto de castidad. El perito en música, es sordo. El perito de la vida, es un pez espada. El perito en idiomas, vende pulseras de hilo en la calle. El perito en comida, se pudre poco a poco. El perito en crustáceos, es alérgico a la langosta. El perito abogado, dobla medias todo el dia. El perito en casos perdidos, murió. El perito en el amor, no lo siente.

....

Skin and Bones

Blind to Blue.

Heard through a mirrored mouth reminded of me. An insult? Love? Hate? Color? Shape? You? Me? Me! Faded and converted briefly into a pair of colorful lenses. Diffused, distracted and for a moment apt, focused. Shut, alone, absent and later, there. Darkness... eye. Aveugle et ensuite bleu. Confused and forever Foofighted.
Blind and for the moment, Blue.

cheerful May. :p

"Extraordinary Machine"

I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
-And-
I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb,
But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so
I can't stop changing all the time
I notice that my opponent is always on the go
-And-
Won't go slow, so's not to focus, and I notice
He'll hitch a ride with any guide, as long as
They go fast from whence he came
- But he's no good at being uncomfortable, so
He can't stop staying exactly the same
If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me, or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine
I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day
You deem me due to clean my view and be at peace and lay
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way, and say,
I've been getting along for long before you came into the play
I am the baby of the family, it happens, so
- Everybody cares and wears the sheeps' clothes
While they chaperone
Curious, you looking down your nose at me, while you appease
- Courteous, to try and help - but let me set your
Mind at ease

(Chorus)

-Do I so worry you, you need to hurry to my side?
-It's very kind
But it's to no avail; I don't want the bail
I promise you, everything will be just fine
If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me, or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine