Dirty metaphors unsuitable for reading
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They built the walls with the eyes of the dead
jueves, agosto 04, 2022 They built the walls with the eyes of the dead. In his augusts. In their barely. The horizon awaited. That drive away the characters. Go up and down the horizon. In all the months of the eye. From a sitting of the look. When it went up, it was promise. In a warm air. A wave was coming. The folds of the trip....
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It has become similar to silence, to its signs of silence, to the face of silence. Words of silence. Like the labyrinth of silence. Of all the long silences. In his drowsiness.
miércoles, agosto 03, 2022 You came back from my mouth as we ran down a flat idea to our detriment on our undeniable fingers. Silent drying. Take it out for soaking. He became similar to silence, to its signs of silence, to the face of silence. Silence lyrics. Great everyday bread. Construction of silence. of its expiration. The due date of your payment in installments. Payment in...
United nests of blood. They lose days. They take branches. volatile. Like any road. They take their flight. Dry. Corrupted night flight. To disappear To leave scars. His tattoos. Of the new day that closes. Nests close mouths. Close words. Hide sun. Falls off. In outer space, it floats. Drawn by the dark. Hidden black nests. Transparent to light. United nests of blood....
Get lost in the desert of time. It is easier to live without doubt. The mirrors of time. The version of his passing. His enduring immortality. We only want to catch a part. An hour. A sedated punctuality. Asleep at the mark of an hour. In the time line. According to the hours. To your best part. The absences of emptiness. I love...
They burn. The transparencies. Your tibias. Yesterday. Away from the fire. Soon. Sea memories. Exist. Like a there. It was. It was thought. They took. They were diluted. Your arms. In sand of you were. That truth is sought. Where the past falls. For that, farewell sheet. It opens in real time. where we went Al Then. Simulated. In desperation to love. They...
Hyphae. aggregated vesicles. They form monasteries. paired flagella. From the core the pores. thin secretions. Of sheets of water. Surrounding streaming fossils. Dissolving light between spores. Neither the words nor the body responded. No control of self-perception. Words poked out of their nostrils like two word-phagocytizing mice. Or of distorted phonemes. Thrown into the randomness of the air. In both ears, storms like...
I do not know any more. No more lies. Of their violet tongues. They call null. Tongues stuck on themselves. Writhing in their knots. Drying saliva under the temperature of friction. Big Love. Your mind is read. Not herself in that impossibility. Not the usual identity. Al I have. Al we have. We forgive each other. Inside skin. There strangers. in our reading....
You know we don't know just thought. Yes we were. Why? Without knowing you leave me unconscious of myself. To not go anywhere restoration. You leave me without free will. Without rhyme or reason. No love in the guts. No tongue wood. Dumb under the shock of the fertile imagination, it ruins lives. From surprises around corners, around suspicion, in the corner of...
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They fall every day in the flatness of the night
miércoles, julio 13, 2022 What is it like step I have you. Like simultaneity. Of tears, as an image. They take to the shadows. Of the memory among others. What will we do without them? Without our shadows. Without the doubts of the shadows. Downcast shadows. Dejected screams. of hopelessness As an invention. The dimension of the heart of nights loved as sane. Orphaned sane. In the...
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I think you've been banging yourselves into fucking reality for a while now
lunes, julio 11, 2022 We were trapped in our own temple of beauty. An enhanced fear. I think you've been banging yourselves into fucking reality for a while now. Waiting for putrefaction within the body of the soul, individual and collective. The exit of the steps where there is no exit. Spider tunnel. Of spider time. Sea spider wave. Its liquid air passages. Of sea nests. Of...
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Where the music of blindness vibrates
domingo, julio 10, 2022 In that centered life that opens. In the gaze of being seen. In some time fall. We were uninhabited. Solar words. From the Sol Olvido bar, as the singer to whom I attribute it would say. Your forgetfulness “will not pass”, as the street banners say. Who perhaps remember us when we went hand in hand. As promised and said. For that Oblivion...
