(School is gonna eat me.)
(She is not.)
(Shit.)
There's nothing but to draw.
I can feel this line...
Drawing helps me not to think.
Thinking aches.
Like spilling a carnage over your beloved ones.
Music won't help unless its just music.
Lyrics bare my bones these days.
Just as this cold.
Because its november.
Colder than the last couple of years.
Almost the last month.
Half of the life I planned.
Maybe a third if I am lucky.
The sun is poisoning my eyes.
It won't let me see its face.
The air is filled with smoke.
Sweet smoker smoke.
A misleading falsehood.
The dictionary says so.
I still love linguistics.
They won't let me touch them, though.
My old teachers would kill me because I keep on giving values to all those meaningless forms and not the language itself. The juncture of those meaningless forms graphically or by their sound not by the meaning itself. But how could I ignore their beauty?
A language over language. Even more arbitrary than the arbitrariness of language.
An "i" (like your beautiful eyes) is even more beautiful if an "s" (and your pink long dress) follows. And viceversa.
They won't let me touch them, though.
My old teachers would kill me because I keep on giving values to all those meaningless forms and not the language itself. The juncture of those meaningless forms graphically or by their sound not by the meaning itself. But how could I ignore their beauty?
A language over language. Even more arbitrary than the arbitrariness of language.
An "i" (like your beautiful eyes) is even more beautiful if an "s" (and your pink long dress) follows. And viceversa.
prisonnier.
vista.
asir.
símil.
interdisaient.
missile.
rise.
simulacrum.
cris.
avispa.
missing.
vista.
asir.
símil.
interdisaient.
missile.
rise.
simulacrum.
cris.
avispa.
missing.
risk.
choisissez.
choisissez.
istambul.
irrisorio.
histerical.
sienes.
sapis.
hispánicas.
isolation.
iris.
sivell.
iris.
sivell.
this.
noise.
noise.
is.
sinking.
...
Fuck off.
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