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martes, 27 de mayo de 2008

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I'm stuck in self-indulgence.

When my sickly mind changes its mind and I reconsider the situation.
It is not available anymore and I want to own it... it IS unhealthy, it's psycho, it's so TWISTED!
I'm a morbid sadomasochistic. And I think I still find it funny.

High ego, low self-estime.

There's a lot of romantic charge here. I'm a dionysiac.

sábado, 24 de mayo de 2008

Inner corridor.

Second room: Blue Moon


Blue moon,
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love on my own.

Blue moon,
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Somebody I realy could care for.

And then there suddenly appeared before me,
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper, "please adore me."
And when I looked,
The moon had turned to gold.

Blue moon,
Now I’m lo longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own.

Inner

Inner corridor

First room: Grayscale Town


Give me a smile please...

...hear me out before I lose my mind...

...I've been waiting for hours...

...let the salt flow, feel my coil unwind.

Siento una extraña energía cuando miro estas imágenes. Es el blanco y negro, el cielo luminoso, Achilles Last Stand en el Ipod, historias de vampiros en la cabeza, el coche viajando rápido, salvando distancias, salvando ansiedades de una humana de mente acelerada.

Odio como suenan las palabras en castellano, cualquier reflexión ligeramente elaborada suena ranciamente poética y pretenciosa.

sábado, 17 de mayo de 2008

Add blur

I'm scatter-brained. Come on, you can do this. There's only one exam left!
I think I'll have to study tonight for some hours to make up some time.
Last night I re-read some chapters of New Moon. They're so happy and in love that they almost make me sick, you can't imagine how much it makes me suffer. Yes, I know, it sounds so hilarious, but it's true, it makes me feel anxious. Reading about extraordinary romances between extraordinary people in extraordinary situations make me extraordinary sick.

I've got rings under my eyes. For some reason I haven't been thinking too much about alcohol and parties, it must be because I'm just befuddled.
I think when I finish my exams I'll spend most of the time in my imaginary basement re-building my inner world xD and then, only then... I'll give up to alcohol and night life. It's not a bad plan.

miércoles, 14 de mayo de 2008

I want a new coffin

I feel kind of collapsed. I'm fed up and I just want this year to be done at once even if I'm not very excited about what will come later. I've just found my final history exam is on tuesday, and it's wednesdey already T_T I won't pass it. I just know that.
My brain is exhausted, it can't store much more shit. I'm not on the mood to sit in front of the nasty book again. I'm done. And the fearsome Genoveva behind the curtains willing to make everybody fail... she won't let me pass. This is is so tragic.

Fuck it. It resctricts my creativity.

I really want to be alone for some time. Spending nights and days on my own, in my basement, in my coffin, with my guitar, my microphone, my music and my thoughts.




Vampires make me so envious. Of course, they don't exist, like everything that makes me feel excited. (irnonic smile)
I've always wanted to get shut in a basement with music, instruments, books and films and not going out in days. It's the perfect plan isn't it?

martes, 13 de mayo de 2008

Trains


Train set and match spied under the blind
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
The hiss of the train at the railway head

Always the summers are slipping away

A 60 ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and her

Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay

When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck

When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK