jueves 24 de junio 2021
pie no tan forzado: retomar la práctica de escribir por 33 minutos y publicarlo por acá diariamente (dentro de lo posible), esperando que eventualmente emerja una estructura o línea de pensamiento interesante...todavía no logro los 33 minutos, me quité como en 15. i’m fucking blocked it’s all the police they’re after me apparently i’m guilty the lawyers have no idea why neither do i all i know is i’m somehow more broken than anyone else in this crooked world so i shall be lonely for the rest of time and loneliness is a myth so we have to eat it up like pizza on a Friday afternoon after work when you don’t even work. i can’t thank you enough for being here, really, i can’t. so generous, so kind. you shouldn’t have. i was starving for company and now we are together on this boat going home. i’m just so thrilled. can you tell? this is me being ecstatic about having nothing to say and making it up as i go so as to not seem empty. we will not tolerate emptiness here. it is another myth designed to fill us with space but that is why we dance. to fill that space before it fills us. to split it in half like the atoms that nearly finished us. but we are not finished. not yet. you see this thought? it’s happening. just the way you were happening a moment ago. it’s not me. we are both possessed and that’s ok. it’s all we could ever ask for, to be dominated by something greater, to be free from having to dominate ourselves. no one wants that. not even police. they want pizza. i shall ask them to join, but not now. when i’m through with this bullshit. by bullshit i literally mean this pile of dung produced by my pet bulls. they are twins and they shit plenty. they are shitting now, right between us. i can’t see you anymore because of all the shit. and the flies. they are getting in my eyes, and i kind of like it. i have a fetish for tiny, hairy legs stroking my pupils. it’s ok, i’m sure you have a fetish too and i promise you can’t explain it so don’t even try. you know what you should try? una empanadilla de pizza con chorizo a $1.50. sabe cabrona. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to switch it up. how is your spanish by the way? is it as good as my english? i bet it’s not. that’s ok. we are not competing for anything but gold drenched in human blood. did i tell you about disposable humans yet? of course i didn’t. today is not a good day to discuss that. this is the time to get into serious matters, matters that stir the heart. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to bring up vital organs. we need to leave them out of our discussions. let’s focus on important things like cement blocks and how easily they stack. it’s like legos for adults seeking a home. i’ve decided i won’t even try to find one. i will live only on the edges of things, never in a home. and no, my body will not be my temple, it will be a pizza oven. and we will make the best crust. no one will leave it behind. not even the children that we’ve forgotten. don’t worry, they’ll live between the cracks if they can’t find a home.
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