Efraim Medina book
One gets to write xq was not able to hit a driver to put in evidence, xq no smashed the dishes in a restaurant , xq no police faced a madman who insulted his girlfriend, xq did not tell his mother how much he loved and hated, xq no spat with a professor who said that the earth was round, xq win the seat was left in line at the cinema, xq (...) is not good with numbers, xq is not to be a doctor or lawyer, is burned xq, xq hates people and wants to insult .
One gets to write because a pretty girl said she liked the writers, because he needs an alibi for not working, because it makes him feel superior, (...) because it has no rhythm, because he is sick of jerk because he wants to jam a woman but no way, because you think you have something to say, because they do not leave squeezing national beauty queen, because it is thin and there is no remedy, because he is afraid of dying without having sunk hairs a pretty girl, because (...) knows that the film is wasted, because envy of those cores that come on screen and make millions, because they want to be like Bukowski in the absence of better opportunities.
One gets to write poque not know boxing and has no guts, because you have crooked teeth and can not smile as he pleased, because for the other powerless no other way, because all the ugly write or murder and one is not able to kill a fly, because writing gives importance, because for one writer does not need to tell it right and to call him bastard does not matter if your mother is a saint, because he is afraid of being left adrift without doing anything, because it can not ebeber every night, because he loves God but hates societies non-profit because it has no girlfriend because no emotions but insults, because at home there is no TV and the radio was damaged, because the neighbor's wife is a hottie, because they are afraid of becoming bald and therefore avoids mirrors. One gets to write because no one dares to rob a supermarket, because he loves a woman and she is the girlfriend of the smart kid on the block, because not enough pornographic magazines, because they want to do more to shit and masturbate, because is the smart kid on the block nor the boy Fierté nor funny because the guy is nothing, because it costs three strips dick, because outside the shells, because their mother girt all the time, because there are no illusions, no light at the end of tunnel because its mint cuelva low and will never be another Cioran, because it has no value to jump, because the wife does not want to ugly it deserves, because he is afraid to die without having tasted a beautiful ass, because he has no father, friends or fortune, because it has how to spit Clint Eastwood, because it binds one to another intention, because once upon a time but I love to kill him.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
How To Give Brooklyn Fade
Two books (to my regret) remind me of you
A book about the ruin of literature after the ruin, behind the ruins, a book about human bestiality. A book about the beast, which makes me think you're right when you say that the end of the world begins at home.
The story of Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. The story of Kurt Cobain and imaginary guitar, his air guitar and his blatant sociopath. That is, the story of a sociopath who narrates his life through other sociopaths.
In my mind the brutality of the world and your brutality
me are one and I love you love love terrible
as some artists and all the beasts
A book about the ruin of literature after the ruin, behind the ruins, a book about human bestiality. A book about the beast, which makes me think you're right when you say that the end of the world begins at home.
The story of Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. The story of Kurt Cobain and imaginary guitar, his air guitar and his blatant sociopath. That is, the story of a sociopath who narrates his life through other sociopaths.
In my mind the brutality of the world and your brutality
me are one and I love you love love terrible
as some artists and all the beasts
Monday, October 19, 2009
Polaris Indy Tunnel Suspenion
Ibero-American Poetry has been in my house and has
dump the ashes and broken dishes
Ibero-American Poetry
sat at the table and ate soup
cut
bread and meat and wine depletes
Ibero-American Poetry
crazy in my home off wallpaper
and ripped tiles with nails exploded
windows to her screams pierced the walls
and her lyrics
Ibero-American poetry
plugs pipes knocked the door melted
lights and took her
the
pieces now alone dwell
me and my house is spread on the visits
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Coconut Butter Instead Of Butter
Monday, October 5, 2009
Chomemade Nerf Gun Birthday Cake
host complex and you too you know what I advertise?
said you'd be my designated driver, my supplier of ice cream and soda
said you'd be my proofreader, my escort
my bodyguard,
my vassal
I do not know if I told you I was going to be your groupie, your cheerleader
your playmate
I do not know if you I said I'd be your faithful lover, your door to the abyss
your main detractor said you could see through my wounds
and I understood that I wanted to cure
not know if I told you I would never hurt you that I
I would read bedtime stories that we would laugh
mothers in cycling
that your snoring blame my chronic insomnia
surely one day we would like
I do not know if I told you this morning
that I was capable of tenderness
with all the sleaze and announcing you
said you'd be my designated driver, my supplier of ice cream and soda
said you'd be my proofreader, my escort
my bodyguard,
my vassal
I do not know if I told you I was going to be your groupie, your cheerleader
your playmate
I do not know if you I said I'd be your faithful lover, your door to the abyss
your main detractor said you could see through my wounds
and I understood that I wanted to cure
not know if I told you I would never hurt you that I
I would read bedtime stories that we would laugh
mothers in cycling
that your snoring blame my chronic insomnia
surely one day we would like
I do not know if I told you this morning
that I was capable of tenderness
with all the sleaze and announcing you
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