Hold your breath until I say stop

...so is inside me man, I have a lot to say all of a sudden. My mind got tired of everything and just started to fire away randomly through my fingertips, some memories will be murdered - oh I hope not. Everything has been much boom-boom and flashy lights, quiet a good time, good nice and smooth lately, even if my communication got locked down for a while... I'll kill the industry. Ohh I fuck will.

I got lucky and charms are all over now, everything is going good. My chessboard is a huge print and I'm so high that my perception is ginormous, or something like that. Narcosis is making me loose my mind and now days I'm switching poles like crazy. Anyways stop talking about me, the other night this big mass of steel compressed into a bus crashed into four kids that had no fucking clue of what was going on. In a moment, we were all dancing to the sound of sirens and tired voices, the flash lights, the reds, the blues... and it was a fucking mess. They even weren't old enough to forget their dignity on a cabaret with a lime daiquiri... and now they are caught - dead? ...in this place.

Time's running out, but at the same moment the scope framed by the board I'm living in it's getting wider, I don't like paper or canvas anymore. I'm stealing the walls and the skies... the world it's going to be my workspace, my life it's going to be art. Feels like Picas...

Matches or machetes... both kill

"Hold my hand" she said, and left for what it seemed to be eternity.

Look around and and get hit by the smell of just opened boxes. Last night was much of lights and loud music on parade and the city got drowned in liquid dreams. Every street leaded to the same place... perdition. We might be doomed by now. Imagine Greece with a modernist twist, Gomorrah or Sodom draining through our hands and leaving taste of chaos on our fingertips - for us to lick.

Narcosis brings people to take excitement way over the hills and far away these days. I saw two girls almost killing each other over a 5 minutes use of a bathroom. Then again I was once told that I'm very good at noticing situations no one ever notices. I feel myself like magic. Actually, I think that people can't go around me with fake intention it's like I've been able to smell it since I was a kid. I always know. It happens to me that I start reading people's skin, the way the move, the way they chill, the sound and the essence of... oh man, I'm going into one of those monologues about senseless subjects, and how they make sense. I'll shut up!

Ohio... some people just don't know what to do with their lives, why would you want to live surrounded by a bizillion acres of corn... unless you are actually Jewish.

Happy new year.... Catch you when I'm in the rye.