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.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Algunas veces
Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's great, sometimes you love, and sometimes you hate. Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry, sometimes you live, and sometimes you die. Here I stand and here I lie, I am me and me am I
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