This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
al Ghoul
al Ghoul
Somos nosotros Y no somos nada.
I won't be afraid of their eyes any longer And they won't be afraid of mine
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