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E eu conto logo de inicio como sou viciado em quase tudo
e que as minhas tatuagens sao todas standard.

so existe uma maneira de deixares de gostar de mim.

Egoísmo

A proxima vez, vai ser quase a primeira vez, outra vez.
(Isto faz sentido)

Os cientistas vao comendo hormonas
(Nos dias seguintes partem-nas aos bocadinhos)

A importancia constante de desligar potenciais associações,
(Entre associações).


No laboratorio o sucesso natural nao abafa o desejo artificial
(Aumenta-o exponencialmente)

Porque no fundo o corpo imagina que foi inseminado
(Então ha-de quer ver-te cativado)

só para aumentar egoisticamente as suas hipóteses de sobrevivência.
(Isto devia fazer sentido)

Menu

Comes as minhas partes que nao prestam
para nao ficares sozinha.

e assim racionalizas a tua existencia e pareces feliz.
eu vou comendo as tuas partes boas
e continuo na mesma.

quando arranjares melhor companhia
eu perco o meu jantar.

ontem

beijaste um labio leporino

Ode a uma parte de ti.

Tu por vezes excitas-me.

As mãos frias parecem carregadas de afecto maternal
(Como uma pistola).
As tuas perversões são colagens de mensagens,
De socorro dos outros.
A tua noção de tempo afastou de ti toda a humanidade que te restava
(E de mim).

O amor transformou a tua carne em Éter.

Os teus olhos amarelos estão perfeitamente alinhados
com o fundo dos precipicios e com as estrelas que já cessaram.
Isto podia ser a prova dos nove que tu não és de cá
(Nem dos nossos).

Cada vez que os agradavas,
A tua língua espreitava,
escarnando-me os ossos
Engrandecendo os nossos atalhos.

Tu muitas das vezes, excitavas-me.

The writing on the wall

-I finally got it.

And it knocked my life senseless.
Suddenly, I am not the one here anymore.
I can’t actually feel my limbs or head.

Somehow, I stopped tolerating the clock like sound
that originates from my subconscious.

But I'm not dead, Far from that.
All the thoughts have become audible. Laughable. Listen:

Thoughts can and will eventually transmit
the most incredible imagery.
One should be prepared to communicate.
- Can you actually hear me?

She refuses to negotiate.

Testing, one, two, three.
Everyone’s third eye is watching me.

I was not able to avoid it anymore,
finally hit the bottom with the following inventory:

My twelve year old car;
Uncountable sleepless nights,
One broken contract;
A purple heart;
Huge pile of bills.

I've been exposed.


My absence left footprints
on the bedroom's blue carpet.
But who can blame me for my lack of attendance?

You, with your autistic omens.
Can you actually hear me?

Time has been twisting tranquility
and perverting our atmosphere;

We were seen by our neighbors, pointing fingers at:
An air so pure that constricted the lungs;
A pressure so light that anchored me to the ground;

Alimony.

My silence left footprints.

People will eventually just get tired, and walk away.

There is an evident complexity
in moving witnesses from one place to another.
All of my friends were her friends first.

The due process.

Can’t seem to access my memories. - I said.
We all need explanations.
- They said.

People from the jury:
My older memories have self-isolated,
Self-crystallized, for the lack of trust in my potential.
For new optimistic resolutions;
Kind of a new beginning?

- I blame you.

You blame my biological imperatives.

Well, it’s hard to believe that I can’t actually reach
for my caramelized reminiscences of you.

Maybe it's this pressure,
Maybe we got nothing to dwell about.
Maybe everything was a lie.

Selective blindness circumscribing pieces,
with cute yellow ribbons:
- Evidence A;
- Evidence B
- etcetera, etcetera.

Latin is weighing heavily on my tongue,
inciting, inciting me to drool;
clearly people see a lot more connotation
attached to my person in your reflection.

Mr. cheating bastard.

You cannot actually blame the skin for surrendering;
foreskin.

You probably would have done the same.

I’m watching someone just out of law school
making such an effort to compress time and space.
The twisting and turning of my tripe,
to acquire my dirty little secrets.

- I am not a pig.

Your honor, this is an open and shut case.

The consequences were becoming clear by the marching of time:
My side of the closet - in a box
since Spring cleaning.
The Babel tower periodically crashing down in the middle of our living room
The life-loop.


My precocious midlife crisis.

The rusty Eiffel tower
The smelly rivers of Venice;
Rome burning.
Digital photos were our last alibi.


Nakedness was still my best camouflage;

- This house is going down.

Are you, or are you not guilty
of throwing your life away?

Remember, you are under oath.
That was all in the past by now.

-I won't find someone new.
No speed dials. No more lies

Are your pupils dilated?

The truth, the whole truth and nothing

but the truth?

Does this shit really interest you?
My lack of vocabulary is clear.

The Scrutinizing eye

That never blinks or gets tired, pink or sore, It just gets
bored.

Does it rock your world?

- No kids. Just the house.


All that we have said to each other
is carved into those walls;

walls;

walls;

walls;

What will possible circumvent me now?

alivia-me

Eu tenho medo de casas velhas e de fantasmas.
Tu tens medo das radiações dos telemóveis.
Tu tens medo de viver.Eu tenho medo de morrer.

A cabeça na lua ou dentro do fogão?

tens a boca cheia de caprichos.
e corpos cheios de arrepios.

corpos novos, vícios velhos.
casas velhas, vícios novos.





Deixas a pele nas camas para te fazerem vestidos.

o diabo como tem as costas largas e as pessoas como se adaptam a tudo,
lá fazem esse jeitinho, e voilá tens um novo vestido.

tu para mim, representas a civilização.
Todas essas regras, cultura e poluição.

As pessoas precisam de acreditar em algo mas não em mim.

faz um casting, muda de alvo:
- escolhe o menos do pior do homens
e tapa-te com ele, para os outros não encontrarem lugar.

Fode-te e afasta-te.

as pessoas adaptam-se a tudo.
Até a mim.