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Sunday, January 31, 2016

calaveritas spot

tantric bassile
bastard's turned.
heaven forgives you.

tranquil delinquent,
before leaving back,
be sure to send us what you stole,
paradise in pain awaits,
those troubled souls you fired,
can make you forget,
that a key is missing, still this are the doors...waiting for your regret to knee before me. 
the one that has heaven under control.

negativi .

beeneth ones shadows.
lurkin'
comemierda.
massive sack of shit.

here he comes again.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

instrumental rant

miam is spontaneous mystical darkness;
grinding, fractured 
fighting bones in a moshpit.

bloody and torned refrigerated pieces of our body.

oh rotten sanctuary 
moving matter 
forget your world 
you are my world 

we are ina

rotten sanctuary 
grinding our pains
nuclear reaction 
against the wall
fukoshima disaster.

dead all around us...

as pirates ina distant galaxy,
as exhaled free radicals ina fantastic and invisible bubble...

pls, amend this wounds,

it's just a little break!
and you are the future;

instrumental rant.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Saturday, January 2, 2016

sol 29

but what happened to the transmission sent from earth?

the asteroid can also impact again.

and there are always escapes from this ones...

said the futurist, gathering all that missing information
so it wont rotten
as it brakes from its condition.

poor rover,
he has to fix itself now
luckily, the hack only affected its demands,
not its booting system,
so the impact was needed,
to now understand the asteroid, and predict it later when needed.

if its the same, thats coming...

sol 29

no surprise alert,
no destiny
nor escape.

this wont come to you,
this would make u go,
as the wonders of our hearts,
nothing more than what it makes,
if the mind can be a trap.

come to me
come to me.

princess little angel,
come to me,
come to me...

there is nothing on the roads, that you have on my heart
no existe nada en las calles, que no tenga mi corazon.
no hay sorpresa en las esquinas, si me inmolo de gasolina,
la tertulia del enfermo, esculpiendo de sangre su cuerpo,
a su vez pintando el alimento del mal, este que os consume,
y deslumbra una vez encontrada la voracidad de su estado,
oh componente sicopata, donde estan las balas que me prometistes,
donde estan los corazones que me vendistes, las franelas que me prestaste,
muy buenas, eran mias al comienzo y llegaste como tonto de otro mundo,
si tu, dejando a los demas con navajas en vos, y granadas han de llevar a los niños a la guerra,
decian unos por ahi, la verdad hay que sacrificar a otro mas del monton, para darle vida a nuestro gran hemano satanis, el verdugo de gobiernos, el que regula cuerpos y da a vuestras riquezas el pedacito de paraiso si callao alzas su bandera, como enigma de soledad y patriotismo sintetico,
este que destruye la cabeza, el corazon lo revuelca en mierda y la vida la consagra como esperpento desdoblado de la realidad que puede, y sintiendose nuevamente mas cerca de usted llenarle los ojos de un corazon caliente y amable para darle un poquito mas de vida a su sueño, el encontrar paralelo, despierto, acostado, solo, acompañado, descanso, en paz.

Friday, January 1, 2016

28

it was late and everything seemed as usual,
when out of nothing, out of the darkness corner of every delusion, every programmed plan,
a deem of light?

getting bigger and bigger,
the hack disabled the report script
and it didn't sent it.

earth is now unaware of it.

and the asteroid,
a mad heart now
burned out and broke into pieces
before its pieces impacted the rover,
destroying some of its parts...

such a tragety,
some people on earth see the rover as a pet, as their life,

rover, rover,
is mars that far from here to come and rescue you?