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Ikky end

Well, I've gone through another stage of my spiritual resurrection, or whatever that means. I forgot, sorry, and I was forgiven, because I grew more dense, like my hair. I sleep like people, and I'm getting fat to the point where I was and overlooks an attempt to belly, which is rewarding ...

It's funny I started to feel like as a child, always in my worlds, but at the same time aware of everything going on around me; invention friends, change colors and tones, pianos and voices heard exist in a song, I see the plants more time than necessary, I want to exercise, exercise and compose.

I went back to being me, not a person alienated by the city and its sins, not to be confused and contradictory (that description has haunted me so much), do not need nobody, nobody needs me, the scene lost interest, or may never interested me at first, but I can not complain about it, only do not know, nor should not affect me, does not interest me at all that is "in" honestly, anything I like, and I'm starting to boycott everything with my actions, actions that no one is interested but to me, and hopefully a couple more.


I had forgotten that I am a guarenero, how nice is that.


Fuck the city.

=)