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Her father used to say
she used to travel so much
per que estava running away from her ghost.

for awhile, ella ha pensado que aixo podia ser veritat
pero la verdad de verdad era que
ella tenia su vida, sus amores i ella mateixa
i sus ghost si aixi volessi.
en si mateixa.

et per ça elle toujours aurait, toujour, son home avec herself anywhere she went to.

laptop

Once one of my friends has accidentally thrown red wine on her laptop keyboard. I thought it was grossly stupid, and that it would never ever happen to me, i only drink white wine, true story.

Death in vegas II

After the shit happened, well it wasn't really a shit, it was more like lots of shits together in a given period of time, like a diarrhea but without all the water since it was dryer and harder. Anywho, after it happened he, eventually, managed to go away but, because he could not fly, going away was long and hard working.

He wanted to go as far as possible, he managed to be 5 pueblos away from the origin. Without the media for communication that distance seemed safe enough from the thing itself. There was his memories,  but since they still had both wings in perfect condition it would be just plain stupid to worry about them, they would reach him wherever he went to.

Indeed when he got to the fifth away pueblo the memories were already there, having a drink and interacting with the locals. Cleverly considering he had nothing to do about it he just joined the party.

dreamland

When you go to dreamland, dream people come to talk to you. But don't stay too long or they might become real, and you definitely don't want that.
The thing about dreamland is that it is only two steps away. However that is an unachievable distance for most people, they move one step, can't find it and give up, if only they moved one step beyond.

Death in vegas

He looked pretty scary and yet melancholic sitting alone by the counter in the old bar. Whenever he would raise his head it was possible to see under the Havana type hat the long ugly scar that crossed his left blue eye, it fitted perfectly with the thing he had pending from the left side of his back.

The bunch of meat, cartilage feathery covered used to lean upon the ground when he was standing and walking and therefore always had a dirty end. It was possible to notice it was constantly cleaned carefully, but because it probably would be dragged on the ground again it would be dirty again and so it was grimy.

The only injury he had that was not on the left side was that he limped from his right leg. He used to say, whenever asked, it was from a skateboard accident. But stories told he was shot one of the many times he tried to run away.

He didn't mind the limping much though. What he minded most was his left wing. When he got it broken, and he lost his demon he could only fly in circles, and that was no use since he wanted to go as further as possible from that place that now is geographically in the past.

People were very intrigued about what could be the whole incident that resulted in that result, to avoid the conversation he would politely explain it was just like a death in Vegas.

11

ooooo 11.11.11
ahhhh cant post anything today
is far too spooky uuuuuuu

a productive day

Today was a very amusing and productive day. So far i 've killed 3 pandas.
One was standing in the supermarket cue he seemed drunk, carried booze in one hand and smelled like poo.
The other one was talking to friends in front of a restaurant, but he seemed very suspicious.
and the last one was flying around my head near my ear and tried to bite me while I was falling asleep.

Igreja

Como que a religiao catolica vai seguir em frente com menos e menos rapazes se alistando no servico seminarista? Se nao tiver padre como e que fica o negocio?
Um opcao seria oferecer algum benefico ao possivel candidato:
entre no seminario e vc pode ganhar:
um Mc lanche feliz
ou
um curso basico intesivo de espanhol totalmente gratis
ou
duas entradas para o Hopi Hari
ou
um raparigo de 14 anos.
Escolha o seu, e entre ja!

Destination

The father and the son walking in the underground looked like two different versions of the same person. The father had a more decisive look focused on where they should head to. The son looked more amused and maybe slightly aware of the things around them but also watched their targeted destination.
The anxiously desired destination was not a royal sit from where they would command an empire nor was it a far away land with promising new beginnings and wealthy possibilities, it was merely the end of the corridor. But with such enthusiasm I'm pretty sure they've got there in the end, even though I did not feel exactly stimulated to wait and watch their achievement, me, myself, I had a place to go to.

Nao e a pessoa que gosta da cerveja

Jaime Ovalle once said: "Nao e a pessoa que gosta do Whisky, e o Whisky que gosta da pessoa". If beer also has feelings like its cousin, I am suspecting it is beginning to resent me for becoming more bitter than it.

Puke

Puke is a sign you have been enjoying things as far as possible when words are not the only out-put, you can be sure you are on a good way.

the ideal idea for leaving soon

I, sometimes, think it's really cool things finish b4 they started.
The nice interesting guy you met drunk in the bar was probably sooooo boring and uninteresting but good thing you left soon, so you can live with the idea.
no, that is a lie, it was just 2 mins talk, but i still have that person in my mind. its bizarre annoying and sad. not quite sure if its better to think he could be bad or to think he could be good.

tele-transportation

Wouldn't it be super nice if shooting yourself in the head would be a sort of tele-transportation?
Imagine in the middle of a conversation instead of saying "it's nice to meet you but i really must be heading home now", you say, "it's nice to meet you but i really need to shoot myself in the head now".
Then you are away for a month, god had one day off but im not god, as far as i know, so i need more time.

nite out wish in den-mark

Interesting night, with interesting talk, the type of night that reminds that some nights are worth it.
talking about things that interest me with people with same interests.
good. its a pity i'm usually reminded friends can be a good source of egress paths but they also largely jeopardize ingress routes.
Either way, Brazilian cinema is not lack of talent but lack of fair distribution. that's the balance for the nite.
ah, and the guy with  nice blue eyes from which i pulled a cinderella.

Schools

Schools should teach people how to be more exciting , so humankind wouldn't need to commit suicide constantly.

Organs

My brain is so nice, or so i think it is why cant it takeover my heart that old scum.

Safety

I'm usually not into safety. Safety is boring, boring, boring, boring. Gotta jump into things. But I'm not either looking forward to putting into risk my two favourite organs: My heart and my brain, In that order?

Wash-out

everyday i wash the city away from me, and the water, it better be dirty, otherwise i will get mad,
mad as hell, you know hell? so yeah mad as that..

lliure

its not the first time i walk home and i pass it walking further,
its just cause its sooooooooooooo good to walk home.

it was cold, it felt like london, i was in london for a bit, the city i so much loved, so dearly loved and  left it
because i was bored or i was sorrowed i once left, but the love stays hidden somewhere. its a neighborhood
in a big big city,a neighorhood  you hardly visit anymore but its still there, one day you might have to
go there for some random reson.

now i have fallen in love with this new city, walking home, it always feels like the first time, a virgin look.

i always appreciated going back home after party. sometimes i have friends with me. but honestly
speaking i rather do it alone. with my own OST. today it was roam around the world (b52's).
but you dont know me has been a main character before, and stranger as well, im old fashioned i guess.

on the way i realised one thing, i passed by the rent place i made deals, the shoe repairer i repaired
my boots and the supemarket i usually buy food. was i almost home? was this getting home?

anywho, still there was a parking lot and the sign said : lliure

black

he had a big volumous black hair, and smiling darkissim eyes looking at me with a bright smile.
with the yellow shirt, from the distance, he felt like home,  and i felt acompanied in that crowded place.
eventually i aproximate but getting there he wasnt home anymore, maybe home was already something else.

methods,variables and outputs

He was mad, because of something i could not understand i think. he was talking about something i did
or something i was suposed to have done? it sounded kind of abstract.
suddenly i noticed i was revising my java code i have been doing at work, it was like the teleporting girl from misfits, except i was still there and i could see he was talking, and he seemed mad. But i had a method in this code that were not treating the variables properly and the output was getting really bizarre, a very tricky problem.
Its not that i wanted to be insensitive to his feelings, its just cause, as any human being, when i dont
understand something properly my mind flies to a more familiar and easy subject.
Sudenly he was mute, he got up and left hamming the door behind him. i supose that means he concluded.
He might have come to an output, and if the output concerns me, i am pretty sure i will be informed.