Foooooos Greatest Hits 11-2-09

aqui

Stroked September <3 in a cage.

Fiebre-desorden

...entonces quieres hacer esto ahora?
b-Si
a- ¿Habías estado delirando?
b- Es muy probable.
a- ¿Estas segura?
b- Porfavor empieza.
a-De acuerdo... Estuviste un tiempo acostada, leyendo... y luego...
b- Dejé el libro en la mesa y usé el reloj para guardar la página. Esto fue lo que me hizo salir de la cama.
a- ¿Tomaste agua?
b- No, porque estaba lloviendo... y me creo que me estoy tomando toda la lluvia.
a- ¿Qué hiciste?
b- Comí. Averigué porqué nunca uso los tenedores grandes. Creo que mi mano se ve muy estúpida. Y creo que te había contado que de pequeña, me hacían llorar los pequeñitos.
a- Nadie escapa por completo lo que uno fue. Te felicito por recordarte de tantos detalles de tu niñez y por tener la capacidad de asociarlos a tu vida, ahora.
b- Viniste aqui a hacerme preguntas. No te pedí que me hablaras mierda... y en efecto he encontrado unos espejos... bueno un espejo me quitó... me robó... cogió prestdado... o tiene...
a- ¿Quieres hablar de otra cosa ya?
b- Estoy chupando dulces homeopáticos.
a- Describe la atmósfera de la cama. ¿Porqué te fuiste desde un principio?
b- Es grande, desorganizada. Blanca, con puntos azules... caliente, febril. Estática...
a- ¿Qué tiene?
b- Sábanas, medicina, almohadas, un teléfono, una cartera, libros, una raqueta eléctrica, revistas, ropa interior verde... limpia... y un vacío enorme.
a- ¿Has hablado con alguien hoy?
b- No, solo contigo.
a- ¿Conmigo?
b- Pues no, no he hablado con nadie.
a- ¿Por qué te fuiste de la cama?
b- Porque estaba vacía.
a- Ves que podemos encontrarle un significado a todo.
b- ¿A la soledad?
a- A tu fiebre.

StarbURst

En la clase de hoy...

"Ellos son dos por error que la noche corrige."

Eduardo Galeano



"En la calle codo a codo somos muchos más que dos."

Mario Benedetti

31 ROckstar

OUT OCT 20!

Sleep sleepy. Pollock

http://www.jacksonpollock.org/

There

I guess it all started a rainy Wednesday. I felt like a complete failure. My optimism was shattered, just like glass... I had learned how to cope with it. So that day, I wore my red jacket on purpose. My mind was tired, I thought of nothing, I sang about nothing, as I kid myself that for a brief moment, everything was alright. I drove for awhile... then stopped to walk. It was about 5:09pm when I felt someone walking parallel to me. Eventually I realized we were walking to the same destination, and oddly enough in exactly the same direction... though he was walking on the other side of the street. He was holding an umbrella with his left hand, so I thought, and I thought correctly, he was left handed. He wasn't wearing a red jacket but his clothes seemed familiar. My eyes had poked the side of his head, and he turned to look. We stood there and stopped moving briefly. "Are you going to --?" he asked. His voice was shy and the tone was a bit off. Normally I would have walked faster to evade conversation, but this intrigued me.
"Yes" , I replied. Somehow we met in the middle of the empty street and we walked in silence side by side. We were the same height. I thought many times of talking, but nothing came up. So he awkwardly started to talk again. "Do you like rain?" Now his voice was firmer and for the first time, he looked at me while talking. I thought of something random to say... "Yes, I was born in the spring" to which he replied, "yea, I know what you mean".

By this moment, my anger had worn off. My optimism was irrelevant. I was intrigued by this being. We got to --, and he met some friends there. I sat alone on a table and ordered some distracting overpriced magenta drink. I saw him talking to some friends, and it was all insanely coincident. Eventually his friends left and I rose the courage to start another awkward conversation. "Dolphins have sex for pleasure" I uttered this and I felt fire explode from my mouth. I had to cough profusely to stop all the blood that rushed to my face. He laughed and told me there was some rumor flying around that Paul McCartney had died in the sixties and the one we know now, is a replacement they found. We sat for awhile and talked. He used a napkin to wipe his mouth and left it on the table, seconds before he left.

It was late and I was calmly tired. So I decided to leave about 15 minutes after he did. I stood up and picked my purse from the other side of the table... when I saw the smudge he left on the napkin. Right then I knew, on that rainy Wednesday night, I just briefly met the male version of myself.

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Skin and Bones. Lyrics.

My fav. song in the whole wide world.

Skin and BONES. FOO FIGHTERS

Lately I've been measuring
Seems my time is growing thin
Wind me up and watch me spin
Watch me spin
Watch me spin

Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones don't you know?

Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones don't you know?

I'm just skin and bones

All worn out and nothing fits
Brennevin and cigarettes
The more I give the less I get
But I'm all set
I'm all set

Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones don't you know?

Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones don't you know?

I'm just skin and bones X5

Deep within this frame of mind
Heart of hearts oh valentine
Tell my mom I'm doing fine
Doing fine
Doing fine

Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones don't you know?

Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones don't you know?

Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones don't you know?

I'm just skin and bones X4

I'm just skin and hey!

Déjame

ABCCS

Necesito aveces una secretaria. Un peluquero, un viaje lejos, un tutor, otra ropa, un extintor, una pistola, otro número de teléfono y más paciencia. Aveces necesito relajarme y no se puede. Quiero escribir y no puedo, quiero ignorar y tampoco. Quiero correr lejos y las energías no me dan. Aveces necesito alguien y no esta. Aveces necesito luz y es de noche. Aveces recibo críticas que derrumban las pocas energías que me quedan. Aveces necesito tiempo lento, para comenzar de nuevo desde el principio y no necesitar nada y no cansarme asi.