Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Burn Marks On An Iron

the weight of shit

Well, I'm still chasing me.
I have now left behind the incident that has invaded my free thinking,
untouched by the constraints of life.

Guys, have you ever awakened from a nightmare when you thought now was never going to end?
I woke up quite some of this nightmare, but I wanted to make sure you do not have the slightest chance of falling into the darkness of the voracity of a debilitating sleep before telling the world that are awake.

Well. You feel free when you wake up. Free more than ever. Even more than the period that preceded the fall in the darkness itself, that time when we lowered our guard and we had avoided the mirror to remember who we are and where we came from.

Boys, identity is everything.
be intact and not mingling with the herd, to hear, from a supermarket to the slogans of journalists and advertising, ways of being immoral and of a society devoid of moral inspiration of elevatura.

Now back to writing.
Now go back to think.
Now back to create.
Now that we cleaned off all that shit we can come back to challenge his life.

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