The law of gravity...

wind sold sails...
a new home...
away we come to see...
forgotten un-bourne...


bare

counteract the second...
staged undress...
rehearse the curse...
root of eye...
newtons mistake...

the calculating...
inocense ending smell...
of burning passion...
just fades away...
like writings on the sand...

churn and ember...
tuned in to receive...
lite of candle...
your body is bathed in red..
pressure pending points...
dismember the sender...

walking away unscared...
is no longer a feasible option...
this house of sand and stone...
has seen destruction...

I'm not impressed...
I'm not scared of your flesh...
it's what it represents...
what's inside...

freedom is not victory...
unless it's total...
and the death tolls blood...
won't stain my hands...

Nothing else to say...

Well we talked about and around...
where have we misplaced it...?
comun courtesy...

There are no distances left to run...
nothing else to say, at least not today...
in this wheather and wheather it may...
is a question for the hopefull...
the wide eyed idealist you murdered...
the insolent tone you nurtured...
to me it's over, between two bodies
lies an infinite warzone...

Cold war tactis in play...
abuse for leverege, deal it or take it...
you're just as sick as me...
no matter what you answered...

True colors are petitioned and championed...
but sent back home, over shoulder and throne..
let's escape this trigger and fly...
in diferent directions...

That's all you had to say...
what I read on your pale face...

(painting by Edvard Munch)

Halo, Hello, Bon Jour...Hola...

Mandando señales de vida, desde este lado de la frontera...saludos...!

Gone Daddy Gone...

Gone back to the states, pray for me... don't let them consume me...

list... putting it in the most obvious place to be...

Things I need to do...
(not chronological order, of course...)

1.- Finish that dam mix already, God...! Check...!
2.- Download everything, leave no evidence... Check...!
3.- Find accommodations on the north side... Check...!
4.- Heart to hearts with heart of hearts club... Check...!
5.-Lock down position, with pinpoint precision... Check...!
6.-First of kin... Check...!
7.-Kiss my momma... Check...!
8.-Kiss your momma... Check...!
9.-Show some genitalia... Check...!
10.-Deny till death... Permanent...!

As if...

Como si no tuviera suficientes razones para brincarme la border, el 16 de Septiembre, van a estar en el 4th an B 'Red Sparowes' con nada menos y nada mas que el señoron 'Nick Cave' y sus malas semillas... Fuck, I need to get out of here...

Mind fuck buddies...

Dis the association...
preserve the notion and rational evasive persuasion...
that lead, but don't guide...
just dive into the ocean...

Then again theres me, and me again...
my soulless companion, I'm yours...
beneath the beginning of a marginal play..

Take the trade, the deal is made...
clean all the wounds and prey they don't...
they don't believe anymore...

Adorn the unborn in liberty set and beset...
reset and start again and then blame a friend...
that only began to disappear without fear...

Then keys and lockets and other devices...
show patterns and increase the ease...
belief, up in the air with a doubtful stare...
poses, project the motion and the friction in the picture...