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As I grow older, I realize that my homosexuality is not the typical one, i.e., a homosexuality predicated on the notion of it being a lifestyle. In fact, with age, I grow more frightened of homosexuality. I regard it as something for the young. It is phase-like, a thing that with time, like some dirty…
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Ayer mientras ascendia y descendia colina tras colina, colinas cubiertas de árboles en parálisis, estancados en un instante de hibernación, brazos estrechados dándose a acariciar por los rayos del sol, he visto un animal. Inmediatamente me dí a la tarea de perseguirle; me volví en cazador. El animal, un roedor gris que fantásticamente había aparecido…
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The tree leaves tossle with the breeze, and one can’t help but succumb to their whispers, delectable autumnal susurrations strown about. This Summer in December is unbearable, leaving me desirious of a violent cessation of continuity, a turbid trepidation in delirious desesperation. So I am stepping out, going for a stroll along some untold road.…
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El viernes me piro. No sé por cuanto tiempo me vaya a ausentar; quizá 3 días o quizá 7. Al mundo no le importa un centimo lo que hagamos o dejemos de hacer. Pero a la gente sí. La mayoría de las personas viven unas vidas tan trillantes, esqueletos febriles que sombra al sol no…
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Yes, but are you? It’s funny how oftentimes we find ourselves doing exactly what we ought not be doing or saying. Immediately, of a sudden, we are instantiated into the rôle of the hypocrite. As a ‘socialist’, I am anathema to nationalism. After all, the nation-state is a concept originating in the 19th century, that’s…
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The life of every man is a fantastic story replete of equally fantastic characters. But like a story concocted by the pen of an author, here too in this story that bereft of edits retains a wonderful rawness, characters come and go; each one adds to the development of the hero, of this übermensch who…
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Every day, I become more disgusted with life. I crawl out of my womb only to have the unsavory taste of the putrefaction that is in motion, chrome my tongue. When it becomes acute, when it penetrates my stodgy skin of stolid porcupine quills, I return hurridly to the obscurity of my world. I lick…
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Hoy he hablado con mi Madre; ha sido interesante. Hemos hablado por un periodo algo prolongado, algo fuera del típico hola-qué-tal-adiós. Sé que mi Madre se preocupa demasiado. No soy el hijo típico. Siempre estuve ansioso por tener mi libertad y mi privacidad. He batallado por ésto a capa y espada. Y cuando lo conseguí…
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It’s time to shed the demure and almost unpalatable moroseness. Eject the dejected. Such seriousness is asphyxiating. Perhaps this time upon entering the periphery, the boundary that artfully delineates the form of the ever-shrinking, ever-changing sea of oscillating blades of grass, I shall venture on. I shall remove my shoes and enter step by step…
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From the gardens of Sardis I have surfaced; sweltering backdrifts tossing me to and fro, vascillating between emaciated hands. But I don’t mind the cadaverous spell the rays of light pressing against my face effect. I brush it all aside, gently marching forth into this new day. The celestial tessellation is collapsing, brittled and aged,…