Body Paintings On Men

Es tan extraño
este venir del tiempo
este desgarramiento al cual nos acostumbramos
y que solo el espejo registra
quizas entre el devenir de infiernos
o entre las glorias retrasadas se encuentre la respuesta
a esta angustia y amargura
de ver como la vida se escurre......
no alcanzo a comprender
por que solo mi mente registra entre fuegos fatuos
la magic that is distilled from the tops
as the only way out of this maze

not try to understand more divine
clauses or my bitch so that leaves me when I need it but I hope
disappointed the fumes of disappointment
love that never I get
but if by chance you read this, grab the phone or write in the damn yard screen
crosses the city or state
and tell me that for a moment in this hotbed
called life in spite of everything I could get to love me .

written by: eduardo unhealthy

Baby Has Blue Ring Around Iris

diffuse spots

Sometimes I'm just so sick

my sentimental bleeding is only palliative in times of pandemics

just the loneliness that draws around the corner and the sudden taste of disappointment

is all I have left after much wandering.

and sometimes not even that ......

you presented and were what you've always dreamed of this dancer

sewers but always late and you like everything else you slip through my hands

or perhaps even had you in my hands ......

perhaps only an illusion went over my troubled mind

a riot of colors that lit this monochromatic world in which I crawl

drink hemlock in a greasy spoon providing for your loss ; perfection.

and I will ask God for that I got to lick everything in sight I'll never

that love is still an abstract concept that I can not discern

see only in the middle of lightning that lit my nights desolate

does that mean void ..............

Lord thine is the kingdom of my ravings! Mata

in my soul all that means hope.

written by: eduardo unhealthy

Accent 2010 Remote Starter

Pegoteados

A blast has risen, pride.

Indolent,

stretches at the waist. Vanity



body piercing
at the summit.

Entrevero

tangled foliage
blue feather red feather


tangle of feathers.

Irreverent, climbed a blast.

Cervix Penetration Images

Live

everything is an illusion illusions
your intentions and your ego are only patches of
reality in a dream and why we are sick to the bone
Creek is just a sensation at the bottom of everything that we can not have sympathy

spell superficial epidermis
yours illusion or hallucination of feverish night kiss
smoke without feeling
happened late in the game only this ..... .......
diffuse pristine spots on my leaves.

written by: eduardo unhealthy

A Fungus Is Attacking My Goldfish

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