White Burts Bee Chapstick

Vegetables, dry branches and weeds.


My recent attempts not to keep posting on this blog I have become "travel Chungamunga" because I know I have a habit of impulsively seem to be changing everything.

Blogs are usually on a general level, collecting things from the topics that attract us (music, art, porn, movies, geek stuff, etc.), Using a subjective standard (the artists preferred, which the manuscript is important for him ...) or on a timeline like the news or personal diaries. In a sense, my blog does not follow this "temporary" when posting any composition or philosopher trying to be cheesy, and it is these post I have tried to keep current on the "equitetas", the "dear diary", though there are people who like to read that: S is you no longer want to go because ... humm ... to see ...

... I suspect that in the midst of exhibitionism and self-parody that I wanted to find / meet a "concept" of myself that is both realistic and approved (which can take as approved by others and myself.) Maybe it's something as a search for empathy and self-assurance ... Uay, which stirred! Anyway, I could not find in other people and I feel uncomfortable. It's like being a phony. On the other hand, the reality is still frustrating to look like filthy, I can hardly contain the anger and ultimately find no quiet find that human contact (turururu ruru ruru ... Twilight ...). When I was a hikikomori in Colombia, I felt a little calmer, stuck in my stuff was all the stress he is not earning wages (which many generalizations as "work"). But now my bum is on the archipelago, in this "quasi-exile", and I do not know until when, estoy devengando sueldo y en teoría nadie me jode la vida en horas extra-laborales. Quiero volver a ese plácido encierro.

Para mi, escribir y cualquier otro arte es más un acto representativo que comunicativo. A veces no me parece lógico que alguien pretenda escudriñar en "qué quiso decir el autor", porque es probable que "el autor" lo único que quiso hacer fue representar en una obra el producto de su acto creativo, de su "poiesis". Bueh, no es que esté insinuando que yo sea un escritor... lo que quiero decir es que si sigo posteando, no será para contarles nada, sino para exhibir las tonterías que se me ocurran, ignorando totalmente al autor, el cual se despide indefinidamente. Chay.