Conejo andando, como conejo
al son de las rancheras que me aconsejaron
lloro por lo nunca sucedido,
y quiero un trago de tequila
de ron maldita sea
de algo que desinfecte las heridas,
que mate lo que tiene que matar y
ahoge lo poco que queda
lo ultimitio que sobrevive

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=2EFB35265D8F2F59
asi no mas uno se vuelve ( Read more... )

blue inmensities
that wall up in front of me
a ladder
a challenge
an unwritten goal that stares at me in the face,
blue, asfixiating, wanting nitrogen and oxigen

today, i will buy it a tank and make sure it has some air to breathe.

WRITE YOUR LETTER
WRITE IT TODAY
WRITE IT NOW
WRITE IT BEFORE MONDAY

In the past 3 nights i've dreamt of her consecutivly

Night one:
Dream forgotten, but the scrent of her face imprinted in the ephemerality of a dream still.

Night two:
She was at my house, amongst other people, when I left the room, perhaps to shower or to tend to other guests she left a letter on rough paper on my yellow chair and dissapeared. The ( Read more... )

I cried as soon as she left,
crawled back into a bed
that no longer belongs to me
but to the tyranic reign on her hairs,
her curly locks
that hide
under the folds
of my sheets
and attack me,
and break the damns
of my memories
and remind me of the let go
and of the never had
and of the tiniest moments
of a fleck of eye dust

i was in love
and the last thing ( Read more... )

faults paid?
perceptually so

have not written on here
for a very long time
it seems
perceptually

i stand alone in a little circle of salt
i've severed all the wires
that conducted anything into my space
and even those wireless waves
which did the same

leftover numbers and
tiny electronic messages
want to dip into this orb
but fuck them
its late
and my brain is ( Read more... )

I've been waging many little wars,
they have been leaving small craters on my skin,
still smoking in the morning or just before I go to bed.
small soot stains on the sheets.

Little wars
through thick gray jungles
foliage webbed through flouresent screen light
dull and white and cold

And I've only a tiny little machete
to wade through the stiff roots ( Read more... )

This new life involves 1/4 less of my hair

Today is the first day of my new life

Sartre's Nausea - La nausee

Dostoevski's The brother's Karamazov
                     Notes from the Underground

William Barrett's The Irrational man

Authors:
Jose Ortega
Gabriel Marcel
Kafka (the love of my life)
Unamuno
Lawrence
Malraux
Hesse
Camus

What is Existentialist books Monica must read

Their eyes were watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
Lolita by ( Read more... )