estos días pienso en la metamorfosis de escritura del globo y de tantas otras cosas que han de cambiar de modo, de curso, de desierto - pero que no sé por dónde a dónde van, cuánto tardarán en caer
rehago el cuerpo pa'la brisa po'la noche-por el día para el sol-tangencias-contingencias-cortes, poleas, tubos-e mo cio nes- escucho una sola cinta de cassette, su continuidad- temas de no más de 2'30''-batidos de canción-corazónqueserehace o dice que se rehace o dice que hace que se rehace y en verdad tirita
-dice andreas baader ante la pregunta "¿cómo lo haremos?": ésa es una pregunta burguesa- haciéndolo lo haremos
- another sunny day, "you should all be murdered" dice: One day, when the world is set to rights I'm going to murder all the people I don't like The people who have left me down without reserve The people who are cruel to those that don't deserve The people who talk too much The people who don't care The people whose lives are going nowhere The people who just give in The people who don't fight The people I don't like The people who broke my heart so bad it never mends The people who wrecked my life & all my so-called friends The people who don't know when to forget & forgive. These are the people who do not deserve to live. The people who talk too much The people who don't care The people whose lives just leave me crying in despair The people who told me I was wrong & they were right The people I don't like.
- another sunny day, "you should all be murdered" dice: One day, when the world is set to rights I'm going to murder all the people I don't like The people who have left me down without reserve The people who are cruel to those that don't deserve The people who talk too much The people who don't care The people whose lives are going nowhere The people who just give in The people who don't fight The people I don't like The people who broke my heart so bad it never mends The people who wrecked my life & all my so-called friends The people who don't know when to forget & forgive. These are the people who do not deserve to live. The people who talk too much The people who don't care The people whose lives just leave me crying in despair The people who told me I was wrong & they were right The people I don't like.
quiero ser pank, murderpank>marderpankselavi>pankselavi
-se desanude coso-el polen ese que tampona el pectoral-lo que no deja respirar a lxs alérgicxs-presiona a lxs nerviosxs, oprime a lxs ansiosxs-lo que bloquea el batir de beat de lxs heridxs graves -que se disuelva que se disolva que se disilva-vapor de ese evarispe