AN IDEA IS LIKE AND AFFAIR OF THE HEART

It comes to you when you least expect it. You feel it for a second, then it disappears. And later it's back. Flooding your thoughts. Keeping you awake at night.

You're distracted. It tauns you. You want it. You fight it. Things get heated. What at first seemed simple is suddenly
complex.

You keep fighting. You break through. You have to try a little harder. It's all consuming.
It's blood.
It's sweat. It's tears.

And you get what you came for. Time passes and you move on, occasionally and nostalgically, remembering only the ease of it all. The beauty of exploration. Of falling in and out of something that, in it's own way, changed evertything, even if it was in the smallest of ways,
forever.

Britt
McCamey


lunes, noviembre 14

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Tus ideas más burdas al burdel, antes de pasar por coño dale una vuelta a la vanguardia del caletre; dejá tu presuntismo atrás, memo. Ya encontré a mi cabeza de fierro no te dependizo más, no me desbarato, no más tarros ni aguardiente, no más bochos duros ni rapados...
Quemarte un poco no es nada, hacé lo que quieras pero no me contamines, ni me ensucies, ni me lastimes, vida.
Igual te sigo teniendo acá porque fué y fué lo que tuvo que fuér, pero ya no estás adelante, ya no veo tu corona, no mas congoja en mi sien.
Un nirvana en nuestras vidas, eso se viene. Se viene el estallido tu tururu ruru rú...........te deseo lo mejor♥

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