notar la novedad de algo por no estar acostumbrodo a ello

The perfect view.
Buildings. Lights. Taxis. People.
Languages. Music. Paintings and altered proteins.
The need for amusement. The need for entertainment.
The need for food. The need for air. The need for sex.
High doses. Mixed chemicals. Self destruction.
The perfect getaway. The perfect self-indulged pain. The perfect F A C T, I hate philosophy.
Short day job filled with regret. Prolong night interaction working as an open faucet slowly releasing guilt.
Feeling of dispair. Feeling of betrayal. Feeling of disappointment. Feelings of losing hope in perfection. Feelings created because of human impulses.
Magically Melt them away. The perfect solution for detachment of unreality.
Swim away in the never ending combination of sound perfection.
Melt away into reality.
I dream in the mornings. I live at night.

Its 7 o'clock on a friday night. The night its approaching you while you are surrounded by the tallest buildings you have ever seen. You hear a saxophone in the distance and know you have to get there as soon as possible. The city lights are flashing, rapidly branding products for you everywhere you turn your head. Time stands still for a split second when you realize where you are. You can really feel people's relief and tension shoot out of their bodies as they rapidly walk past you. You can feel it yourself no matter how badly you like to deny it for no specific reason at all. You think of the future and choose to force the idea of you 10 years from now in the exact same spot but with a ridiculously different background. You rapidly travel and see yourself. You are married and happily spent the weekends watching the kids swim in the pool. You wake up next to a person who has exceeded in every way possible. You drive your car around for a while and repeat the activity over and over again. Somethiing is definately wrong and you know exactly what it is as you put $1 in the instrument's open box, walk down the subway stairs, have a drink until you wake up Monday morning. Repeat.

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Juan carlos Cornejo es MECO

ANDAS CACHONDO CREO

NO ESTOY SEGURO PERO ME PARECE QUE ANDAS CACHONDO TU

no, gracias

antes de ayer dormi en mi cama sin mucho recuerdo de como llegue ahi. andtes de ayer me dolia la cabeza. Ayer de noche dormi en el piso frio del banio de visitas. hoy me duele la espalda. manana dormire en una cama q a sido compartida por tantas parejas. manana no me dolera nada, solo extraniare.