Bla bla bla...

He dicho.

I'm sorry, I'm mad

It's like lighting a votive candle as a deterrence act.

It's like changing addresses to elude accusation.

It's like looking away, like hiding out and pretend it's not happening.

I'm sick of fighting my own personal big battles. War never started, I never geared myself up for it.

I'm holding the banner of understanding while developing anger and the lowest possible feelings.

I'll keep on selfishly hoping for justice but then I think if justice was a credit to be spent, there are way much fundamental causes out there, bigger battles to be won.

It's my own mistakes I'm mad at.

It's my always following the same pattern I'm mad at.

It's my not being creative enough to settle, to sort myself out I'm mad at.

It's me and the possibility of harming others I'm mad at.

It's the possibility of being it my fault I'm mad at.

... y hoy estoy enojada y negativa... y no está bien después de un agosto maravilloso.

And it's me posting this c**** after over a month of not posting I'm mad at!

Cacofonía

Oh tan sexy

tan sex y más

Tan tonto, tan torpe

Tan grande, tan niño

Tanto hombre, todo entero

Tantos pedazos, todos ricos

Tanto sexo

Tanta piel

Tanto arte

Tanta culpa

Tantas ganas

ganas fuertes

Tan seguro

tanto y nada

vos tan sexy.

Cacofonía: f. Disonancia que resulta de la inarmónica combinación de los elementos acústicos de la palabra. Efecto sonoro desagradable producido por la cercanía de sonidos o sílabas que poseen igual pronunciación dentro de una palabra o en palabras cercanas en el discurso.