Monday, August 16, 2010

South Park Fish Stix Stream

The asshole of the night

for years not worked at night. I had forgotten that there is light, because it's salty air, and all that stuff, do not you remember, I did not remember that were so. are things that I have described elsewhere and I do not want to repeat.
weigh your fingers and there is little you can do here. and perhaps there is little to say.
I holed up in a corner where nobody will come to disturb me. maybe I'm hiding too well, the risk of not finding myself either. I'd like to tell the truth as well, which I dig out someone. why would you hide, then? Is it not because someone Stan, which we hide?
unless the hide is not a way to procrastinate. sooner or later those who try will get tired of looking for us, leave the field, and then we come out. but it will still go to hide somewhere else, that will emerge?
but if the goal is to be found, that those who tried to stop looking for could be a problem. because if we were playing hide and no one more try, the game ends. and we find ourselves hiding like idiots, and maybe as time passes and make the end of Japanese soldiers in the mountains of Mindanao for decades, unaware that the war was over.

and who never want to find me tomorrow morning at 7, then when I get out of here and the sun will not be checked again.
who want to find me on the subway. each passenger will be someone who is hiding at that time. someone who is hiding in a subway car.
or someone who goes into hiding in some corner office, as I am doing tonight, tonight.
and when I come home I'm going to hide on the third floor of the mansion, in the room, behind a window, under a blanket. into a deep sleep, I hide. sleep and weight of the flavor of a giant tear amniotic.
I'll be a fetus that is comfortable there, which is not to be born, at least for the time of a dream, maybe two dreams, no more. because then you are born, there is little to be done.
and as said this, when you're Born You Can No Longer Hide. Oh well, I never liked having to do this quote.
in short, we are all here. Who we look for is there, because he who seeks finds. is a saying that applies to things as to people.
in while I was found by a recipient, who was called by Spain because tirassi shit out of her and her family, engineers in a rough asshole of the world, not far from Cordoba.

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