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  • 2005-03-21

    portáte bien Juanito

    Ever since I began to publish my divagations, I have always attempted to retain a sense of privacy to which only I and a few others are privy to. For the most part, this has always been the case. I was once asked what drove me to have an online journal, what of my privacy?…

  • 2005-03-21

    a mi amado

    The clouds move rapidly across the sky. It is dark and it is past my bedtime. I cannot find sleep so I find myself staring out my window. Once such a sight would have brought me satisfaction, elevated me to a state of sublimity and rapture. I recall that boy that I befriended and our…

  • 2005-03-20

    memories of that place

    Oh Sussy, what a whore you are! There is no reason to care! Oh what a filthy whore! And I thought … alas, birds of a feather flock together. The air is calid here, possessing a sweetness that is reminiscent of the soft, sandy beaches of la provincia. A sweetness of those now-forever-gone days that…

  • 2005-03-19

    I am dead

    To-day I went for a walk, actually two walks. I have nothing else to do after work, except reading and meditating. And I must admit that after a bit, both become tedious. I could read forever, were it not for the fact that after 40 minutes or so, I begin to not understand what I…

  • 2005-03-19

    on that bench

    Un bel giorno, un bel giorno per morire. I sit on one of the benches in the Plaza and watch the shades of humanity fade away. Once, I wondered about the lives of every individual that I noticed. Where would he go after the point where I took notice of him? What was the destination…

  • 2005-03-18

    when did I become an honorary Carthaginian?

    This is my mind… my world. As I write this, I feel fatigued. Life sucks and it is the only rational thing now. Perhaps I can assist in my recovery and tell myself, deceive myself into believing that it is a user phenomenon. Must I say to myself “No. Néné, life does not suck, it…

  • 2005-03-18

    jo sóc joan

    I have reverted to mon nom ancien: Joan. Ever since I can remember, I have struggled to identify myself. By this, I do not mean to say that I do not know who I am, for I have always known this simple and all-so-trite thing. Some people spend their entire lives trying to ‘find themselves,’…

  • 2005-03-18

    cosa mentale

    The day proceeded quite slowly. The typical je ne sais quoi that is intrinsic to life; things to do, things to say. I went for a car ride and I tried to smile, but it simply hurt. This mood has taken over me; I can hardly recognize myself. Just hold me, baby, please? You’re just…

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