look at me that way. again.

well, everyone can fall.
i just went down the wrong path for the third time, same chick, same alley, same thief.
but don't presume i do not think ahead. since the first time i go with a lot less money, no ID, and... well.
last time was not so good though. she only got to kiss me twice. i guess the thief might be the boyfriend, or the husband. i don't really care.
it was not a mistake.
they even might have known i carried less money. less money=less action, right?

welcome back

well now, mr anderson.
the law tells us you should not jaywalk, but common sense tells us where we cross the friggin street is all the same to the lawmaker. God won't throw a lightning at you, i am positive he won't. But i still have to write you a ticket. Sorry.

After that legendarily annoying cop went through his story chest to draw a picture of right and wrong, i had to stumble across.
-hello!
-hi...
-why are YOU sad?
-i was hoping you knew, got back to your old boyfriend?
-yeah, how'd you guess
-just my mood change, byebye
-seeya

well, as clueless as they are sometimes you know they are just fucking with you, not just all night, i mean...

lmao

exactly.
in a film whose black humour is lightless, you can laugh a death or two.
in this movie i was seeing, the laughter was almost necessary, but it was hard to swallow after all.
i didn't care much, i had no regrets in that apartments.
i was plainly and simply laughing my ass off (hence the title) when the lights were shut and security came over the cinema trying to catch some fellow who done some wrong.
they screwed my movie.
fthem,
and fu.

wonders of life

for now the bed was just enough to keep everything else out of my small mind. Sheets, a pillow, matress and sleep.
in dreams i usually torture myself with small things, like the name of a former lover or the tatoo of the last girl i tried to kiss. this time it was none of that, but it wasn't that different either.
i was strolling along in the beach where i live a few years ago, when suddenly i remember the date. it was obviously a birthday i wanted to forget but kept clinging in my brain.
i kept on walking sideways till i went into the cold water to calm my eagerness to shout her a happy birthday. I still think that i choose to punish myself in the dreams. that i am a sort of undercover masoquist, and that in the shadow of my sleep i like to see, hear and dream myself some pain up.
bye bye now, stroll along

thanx, good game.

well, as i fell of the building i thought about the whole jumping out of a building thing. Just like in the million dollar hotel movie, a song in my head (not u2 though, more like "spinning plates" of cabezasderadio).
Flying was cool enough for the jump, made it worth it. But i went further in my reasoning. Why did i jump? it was for a girl. always a fucking girl...
she had brown hair, was skinny, brown eyes (ferpect in lies, iknow) nice legs, great sense of humour and taste for movies. shit. her name is. u dont care so i wont tell.
and just like in cortazar's story, i could tell you the end of it in just a stopped for eternity split second. but you know what, i like summaries every now and then.
so i screamed really hard as i saw her entering the building.
"imdead.just4u!" and then splashed all over the pavement.
and you know what, it doesnt really hurt.

musicpunch

When i finnaly woke up i saw what had happened before.
I had been attacked by:
THE CHEMICAL BATHROOMS.
it was a well known electronic music punching bass beating band.
i was in shaving the whales group, we encountered on the beach at Cali.
they where mistreating bass.
We came for their help, but they were too many, we had to fold quickly.
I tripped and they beat me unconscious.

And now they are just a famous band.

not again

seems like today
is it just the same as i told you before we were at the feet of the mountain last year?
i remember telling you: "chill. you will have yours in time".
seems you don't wanna get it. pity.
and now we have to go back again, and you're still not in track.
im sorry.
try growing up