Entre el facebook, mi vida, la suya, el tiempo, el espacio y dieciséis mil cosas más cosas menos, mi blog ha quedado en desuso y en via comatose. Empty of life, a stronghold of a past where I used to write every other day or so tarnished mirror where only flies stand clueless. I thought euthanized, ending their heartbeats shy, steal your hunch as he can look into my eyes and tell me your dead. I wanted to create a new journal to publish poetry and fiction in and where to go as a public diary of my toxins literary collector. But I thought better (or worse) and I decided that this will be the site. And we begin today. SING NUMBERS
It ended the day we move from 69 to 96
Your
heels on my neck I do the same.
