Martes II

Never pissed off. I walk a different part of the city and I'm never pissed off.
Why do people have to behave so f*cking weird in cities?
But then again, who the f*ck am I to be surprised by weird. I just, dunno. I don't know.

There's some consideration to all this being a dream. And then I know, that some will try to ruin me. To betray me. People that do not talk yet see, they will claim once again for me to be of their property and will try to ruin me and my plans with jealousy and lies.
All you losers, all abusers, wasting all my precious energy.
They have won several times, will they win again? I mean, I'm a regular bloke, I get tired, I get tired sometimes. Even though my energy is eternal, I get tired at times. And that's when they attack.
I must say. It is a very romantic issue. The struggle. SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS, WAITING FOR MY SAVIOUR TO RESCUE ME, AND LIVE HAPPY EVERAFTER.
So you're gonna call me now? Why you keep f*cking calling my phone?

An object. I feel like a f*cking object. In constant tension. It's like both poles pushing and pulling until one day (very soon) I will say stop, cos I'll have to decide. Well now I'm not in a f*cking island anymore, so you can't control me anymore. And that f*cking scares ya, cos you know I might change you for someone else, and all that you think belongs to you by right, will now be given to someone that deserves it better. DEAL WITH IT.

I see a lot of people walking by, and they now create like this, 'beat', as they walk. And I see myself walking and realise I'm completely out of this beat. I'm in some other beat, not asynchronous but randomized in a very even way (way to go contradiction!) it's like when I wanted to find someone to get drunk with me and walk the streets of Finland in the night, singing and laughing. Does anyone want to get drunk with me and laugh in the streets of Finland?

I just keep rolling and all this has to be shared. For some reason it feels like someone's gonna murder me at any moment. As if I was begging to be assassinated. I will just fall asleep in the deepest and longer slumber. Flowing through a river. Becoming words and thoughts.


It's so easy, just don't think about the things you can never answer.


I am so fascinated about Buenos Aires. Here I can see it all. Wealth, poverty. Sad and happy. Mechanical and natural. Seen it all. I'm already there. And it all comes in the shape of people and in the shape of stories (which sometimes I can never reconcile, just like my karma)

I am close to get home. This is wonderful.