el tiempo inmisericorde y despiadado
deja caer su garra feroz sobre la línea de la vida
empuja la alegría furtiva de la infancia al infierno del mundo adulto

'cuando uno ama la vida, no lee'

la brutalidad literaria es salvaje y espantosa,
y se desvanece con una lentitud letal,
que empuja a la relectura, que a su vez no trae modificaciones notables

escribir una carta de amor a la literatura sin dirección que poner en el sobre
besar palabras y dejarlas filtrarse bajo la piel de los labios
dejarlas infectar tu carne con sus historias de corrupción, salvación y muerte
con sus historias que son todas las historias que han sido, son y pueden ser
torturándote con historias de amor

inaudita máquina de sueños, majestuosa e innoble, eficaz y venenosa

te amo, con cada partícula caprichosa, te amo con la desesperación del sediento
amo cómo me estás matando lentamente, masoquista y sádica

te amo como tú no amas
te amo como no sé amar

his chest splits open in two perfect halves,
bounded
by a coiling line,
to let two hands,

twined and brittle as a dead tree branch,
numb with the cold that nests
beyond all that's bright,

seek a flickering light.

off the crackle of electricity
something malevolent roams

a thing that frights the very cubical essence of his fourteen homes

the body rests, pulsating asleep,
and falls head first, enthralled

the rattle of bones beneath the earth
the dancing of bones within the soil
the creeping of the corpse
weighed down by its own weight
cursed
to never stand again

The Minotaur scarcely defended himself

we have forgotten the art

the only important art

of making fire

i did think you were right
when
you said i was mutilated inside

but no
for once, and perhaps from then on
you were wrong

i am not mutilated inside
nothing's been removed
but it's been given

and now that i've accepted it

understood it

i fly
while you
float

My heart is a flower,Budding, blooming, dripping dew,Dropping petals all over the place,Making a big hopeless mess,Stinking things up,Waiting for someone to come over and suck the pollen out of me,Suck me dry,Til I wilt,Til I am nothing,Til next springMy Heart is a Flower

I, I've been lonelyAnd I, I've been blindAnd I,. I've learned nothingSo my hands are firmly tiedTo the sinking leadweightof failure
I've worked hard all my lifeMoney slips through my handsMy face in the mirror tells meIt's no surprise that I amPushing the stone up the hillof failure
They tempt me with violenceThey punish me with idealsAnd they crush me with an image of mylife that's nothing but unrealExcept on the goddamned slaveshipof failure
I'll drown here tryingto get up for some airBut each time I think I breatheI'm laid on with a double shareof the punishing burdenof failure
I don't deserve to be down hereBut I'll never leaveAnd I've learned one thingYou can't escape the beastIn the null and void pitof failure
When I get my hands on some moneyI'll kiss its green skinAnd I'll ask its dirty face"Where the hell have you been?""I am the fuel that fires the enginesof failure."
and I'll be old and broken downand I'll forget who and where I amI'll be senile or forgottenBut I'll remember and understandYou can bank your hard-earned moneyon failure
I saw my father cryingI saw my mother break her handOn a wall that wouldn't weepBut that certainly held inThe mechanical moans of a dying manWho was a failure
My back hurts me when I bendcause I carry a loadMy brain hurts me like a knife-holeBecause I've yet to be shownHow to pull myself out fromThe sucking quicksandof failure
Some people lie in hellMany bastards succeedBut I. I've learned nothingI can't even elegantly bleedOut the poison bloodof failure

I see it all

you threw me away at mine

so the word's been said

you're already dead

I have trained
for a long time
to become a
dreamnaut

I have

eaten
the roots

drunk
the potions

read
the forbidden manuals

tried
every venom,
every poison

I became
a dreamnaut

and,
tonight,

my dreams
have shown me
Have torn all that was
good in me
to bloody little shreds

tonight
I have witnessed
agony, what was left turning brittle
and the most unholy hexen
flaying me into a spiral of black dust

and i learn Hatred

When silence falls

And light remains

And time is born

Beneath the sun

I'll hide your name.

Inside a word

And paint your eyes

With false perception

And I feel your mind

In everything

And every breath

Destroys a sound.

And I will follow

A false sensation.

And I'll always believe.

Your blood promise

And every breath.

I stole from you

And I never will see

Your perfect body

And you never have spoken

An unclear word

And I'll never betray

Your blood promise.

----

cuando el silencio cae

y permanece la luz

y el tiempo nace

tras el sol

esconderé tu nombre.

dentro de una palabra

y pintaré tus ojos

de falsa percepción

y siento tu mente

en todo

y cada aliento

destruye un sonido

y seguiré

una sensación falsa

y siempre creeré

en tu juramento de sangre

y cada aliento.

que te robé

y nunca veré

tu cuerpo perfecto

y nunca has dicho

una palabra que no fuera clara

y yo nunca traicionaré

tu juramento de sangre

put your knife in me

and

maybe

i'll have mercy on me

He removed the last piece from the board delicately, with the tips of his index finger and thumb. He then stared at it for a few seconds, as if he were weighing the benefits and losses that would no doubt arise after swallowing that one last piece whole. The piece itself was beautifully carved in the shape of a woman, dare I say, the woman of his dreams. She, the figure, started bleeding from one of its sides, as if it had been wounded by a tiny blade, a blade shaped by the words he uttered when he asked her out on a date. Staring still at her, he licked the blood, which was not blood at all, but a fruity, slightly sour, substance. A mockery of blood. As he licked he could hear the figure quietly laughing. Hurtfully laughing. At him, at his question, at the very centre of his, for lack of a better word, soul. And slowly left the piece on the table, grabbed a mallet and began to bash his own head in, expressionless, fulfilling a fate he had avoided for far too long.

Always unable to let go
Never able to let go

embrace the wheel that's been crushing souls for all of eternity

'his lips drink water
but his heart drinks wine'

Danzas en mi cabeza dónde danzó la guerra
-----------
You dance in my head where war used to

your mouth swallows

life

the song
broken
draws the curve of your lips
sending me home

but there is no home
and all begins again

'- lo último que quería hacer era hacerme daño. Simplemente no quería sentirme más de este modo... No creía que esta sensación fuera a desaparecer en el futuro. No lo creo. Todavía no lo creo. Prefiero no sentir nada.'

Ojalá algún día nos despertemos juntos cubiertos de topos

the sailor to the Man
'smells like roaches'
cup of coffee on a napkin

The cruelty of new technologies lays in the fact that they never let you forget how lonely you actually are

Tonight

You have forsaken
All the love you've taken

Praise!

Tonight the sun is dark.

Darker.

Darkest.

Silent as the moon.

HELP ME
HELP ME

when the sun fell down
we drove back right to...

HELP ME
HELP ME

glycon is just a hand puppet


praise!

soldier-emperor,
death shall let us part

There are beasts, no, Beasts, swimming below us, quietly drifting between worlds, curious and predatory. We walk, swim, sleep 20,000 leagues above them, ignorant little packets of delicate flesh.

The future belongs to the strong. The weak inherit the here and now.

The flames devoured the sky like a hungry monster that will never be satiated

We have inherited absence

sinking, sinking
holy sinking

conspicuo por mi ausencia
vacilando como una hoja seca
enmarcado en contra de mi
Voluntad
en una ventana

coronado por veneno
y oro
esfuerzo mis ojos para
penetrar la esfera negra
que levita, como hoja seca,
en las entrañas negras
de dios
sacudido por la rabia
que anida y gesta
aquí, de donde sale mi voz

(de dónde sale mi voz?)

propago la corrupción
la ceguera al mirar el espejo
danzo colgado de los hilos,
esqueleto alimentado
de pajarillos masticados,
de jugo de carne

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conspicuous by absence
swinging like a dead leaf
framed against my
Will
in a window

crowned by poison
and gold
i strain my eyes to
penetrate the black orb
that levitates, like a dead leaf,
within the black entrails
of god
shaken by the wrath
that nests and gestates
here, where my voice comes from

(where does my voice come from?)

i spread corruption
blindness when looking at the mirror
i dance hanging by threads,
skeleton fed
by chewed little birds
by juice of meat

More aware than ever of to what extent this is an immaculate territory, the desire to bore through its surface in the most despicable form of villainy takes control of a "me" that was never "I", that "I", let's call it escapee for lack of a better term, like killer, like black smoke from the sky.

Más consciente que nunca de hasta qué punto este es un terreno libre de mácula, el deseo de horadar su superfice con la más abyecta forma de villanía se apodera de un "mí" que nunca fue "yo", ese "yo" llamémosle huído a falta de un término mejor, como asesino, como humo negro del cielo.

en el interior del cañón de un revólver hay marcas labradas que imprimen en las balas un entramado único cuando son disparadas.

estas marcas se llaman ánima.