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Sun, 11 Nov 2007 15:58:52 -0800

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Sun, 11 Nov 2007 06:46:03 -0800

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Sat, 23 Jun 2007 10:12:07 -0700

te promet� un d�a
que lo escribir�a
todo

las lunas agazapandose en el mar
para esconderse del amor
las calles solitarias
ahitas de cerveza
las colillas de los d�as
en las que sin querer darnos cuenta
sabemos que estamos un paso m�s cerca
otro paso m�s cerca
del principio
que creimos durante tanto tiempo
final

te lo promet�
mientras tomabamos alg�n caf� infame
en la mesa de un bar que nunca existi�
o en la biblioteca
de nuestro lecho, tras hacer el amor
una y otra vez
mientras yo le�a cualquier porquer�a
y t� me hablabas de la filosof�a docta
de los d�as claros

te promet� que lo escribir�a todo
que escribir�a
c�mo me deprimen los veranos postizos del alma
las sonrisas que se estiran y se estiran
hasta que se rompen
y se hacen mueca
que juega al escondite con las neurosis
y los ocasos de u�as gastadas

te lo promet�
y ese d�a encontr� mi mefist�feles
fundiendo el hierro de mis grilletes
que me iban a atar a estas nostalgias de vinagre y canela
vagabundeando por mi mente atribulada
reduciendo mis d�as al anhelo constante
y aniquilador
de ver letras an�micas de color negro
ganar terreno
ganar batallas
para venir a darme cuenta
al final,
que deb� haberte prometido
nada m�s
vivirlo
todo

lo dem�s
t� lo sabes
no importa

A.I.R

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Sat, 16 Jun 2007 05:21:58 -0700

i'm tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface
i don't know what you're expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you

i've
become so numb
i can't feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you

can't you see that you're smothering me
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
cause everything that you thought i would be
has fallen apart right in front of you

[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
and every second i waste is more than i can take

but i know
i may end up failing too
but i know
you were just like me
with someone disappointed in you

Numb, Linkin' Park

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Sat, 16 Jun 2007 03:33:52 -0700

sometimes talent develops best when there's no one to find it.
Peter Carey

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Tue, 12 Jun 2007 12:46:24 -0700

your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

-The Laughing Heart; Charles Bukowski

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Tue, 29 May 2007 11:13:15 -0700

CASCANDO by Samuel Beckett

1

why not merely the despaired of
occasion of
wordshed

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
sockets filled once with eyes like yours
all always is it better too soon than never
the black want splashing their faces
saying again nine days never floated the loved
nor nine months
nor nine lives

2

saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times
last times of begging
last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending
a last even of last times of saying
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love

the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words

terrified again
of not loving
of loving and not you
of being loved and not by you
of knowing not knowing pretending
pretending

I and all the others that will love you
if they love you

3

unless they love you