Dom PerQuixote

Too many elevens in the equation, Dom.
What are you trying to tell us..."The Fast and the Furious"...to beware of twins.
Too late...they've been poppin up all over without the help of any Gestapo.
What is the Final solution for this year?
An OB pregnancy test tells us that compassion and fear projected through eloquence CAN CAUSE high temperatures; therefore enhancing the desperate call of the Core. The less we feel alive under us...the more we stray from our Director's Seat in a personal setting. We are trying to keep spirit in constant circulation...and the breaks IN/not OUT. Failing miserably at it, though. Ignorance is not BLISS for those of us who are able to understand that not knowing about certain things can heighten other senses; which in turn maintains balance in this cent driven senseless cemented structure. Walls aren't talkin anymore, they're screaming to be broken, and... GUESS WHAT??? They're GREATLY BROKE. Eleven pairs of two still can be equal to two. Cheers and no more tears! Don Quixote opened the BOOK.

Declaration of an Online Skit...so

"So..what am I training for?"
A triathlon dear.
"I see."
Every how many years?
"Well, YOU entered the race...guess what...you have the power to decide."
Does EVERYONE?
"Not yet...not for a very long (registrable)time."
Is this classified?
"What do you think?"
I think I have to ask myself if I'm done with the SILLY questions and delusional behavior."
The answer is NO.

Well then...let her into your soil already. I can't....Rosita told me my soil wasn't fertile enough yet for gardening. I DO value HER opinion THAT MUCH.
Excuses....

Its time to accept I have been, keep being and always will be a part of your life.
(No...not the Fidel/Pope flashback again...please...be a little more original)
I CAN TALK ABOUT IT NOW...YOU KNOW.
"Can you handle the FLAMES from the cotton tree?"
Probably not as well as you by now; but the simulator has helped me to shape, mold and adjust.

What is REAL?
"What you do to me every time....YOU wake me into that GRID we share. We don't have to be tacky and call the area by the NUMBER. It IS too much to take in so fast...during every triathlon I realize I will take On years in minutes soon and thereafter in seconds and so on.... It isn't an accident every time we crack the code again with the apparition of a new character. We keep writing ourselves closer and closer together and I choose to embrace it..."

Even if it must be from afar...
Seems more magical...
That appreciation from a distance.

"Doesn't it?" YES....
It is a condition that condiments my life.
The belief that WE ALL have the power to open a portal of light and share it...without necessarily being physical.
REALLY....No...relay.

Anyway you read it, whoever the reader may be

It is applicable...
Whoever you are
You MAY think this song is about you
The HEM is not sewn upon in VAIN

The stars above you shine for you
(The white lye tilts...)
You do not need to be center stage
(Sure...)
Yet you need to believe you are
(Off course...)

Copper current running through my vains ...and still.
The image doesn't match the purpose
Covert
HOT WAR
Silence...

Dream on Girly...
But, keep at it.
You might just win.

Win what?
You know what.
That dignity that you so much yearn to restore;
Over and over again.

*(And to top it all off, you seem to be the only one to think
YOU NEED TO RESTORE ANYTHING)

Assumptions...
they eat kosher humans. [OR SO I'M TOLD]

We are at war with Unconquerable HABIT ...begin the waking ceremony.
I'll be the first to ADMIT... I am the second conscious Hypocrite.

We all have died and keep dying for the same selfish reason
...for the sake of HUMANITY
However contradictory that may seem.

Casperstraño '8

Sabía ya en el redondel desde el auto ASTRO lo que tendría que hacer al entrar al horno Grimm; desafiar la muerte otra vez...

"NO, no es, ni eres una maldición le suspiro a ella sin verla."
"Confía...y no sigas preguntando porque sabes que eres lo único que deseo."

Reunidos mis padres otra vez...miro a mi hermano y se lo que piensa...tiene miedo, no sabe si su hermana; la que le hace chistes de mal gusto que proteje y admira vuelva. No le puedo contestar.

Muda...

Nos entran a otra sala...espejo de mirada tele apagado.

Mis pies empiezan a sentir una corriente y calentón ("CORAL! CORAL!")
...por ahí viene...LA SERPIENTE.

Se apodera de mi cuerpo marcando territorio.

"Todavía consciente...NO SE PREOCUPEN"
...pero, mis palabras no salen y veo el terror y panico en las caras que me rodean.

Mi lado científico interviene..."SOY DOCTORA! HE DICHO!"

Nadie me cree. "La temperatura! La temperatura!"
"No ven que estamos en unas facilidades de ajustes ambientales!"
"Esto no es un chiste!"

Empiezo a moverme rapidamente alrededor del laboratorio ajustando los nódulos de calentamiento...
"¿NADIE SIENTE LO QUE ESTÁ PASANDO?"

Mi corazón a punto de estallar...
LO Siento y grito: "NO ME DEJEN IR!"
"No me puedo ir todavía!"

La adrenalina subordinada
Permite que me leventen 4 hombres.
Nunca han visto cosa igual.

Amarrada a una cama, sintiendo todavía el corazón que me explota.
Un bloque sólido debajo de mi con el peso de mi cuerpo se levanta 6 veces de derecha a izquierda.

"Disminuyo la existencia en retroceso hasta el principio...cuando éramos la cajita, RECUERDAS?"

Sabiendo muy bien el experimento que he sido.
Los rituales ejercidos para mantenerme viva.
Dos injecciones me aterrizan a mi estado carnal; y el Cubano me interroga como una víctima de guerra a ver si he perdido la memoria.
Le contesto todo lo escrito...pero la prueba estuvo ejecutada entre lineas..."No se habla!"...me dijo con la mirada.
..."Estoy acostumbrada a lo que no se habla"...yo le dije con la mía.

El horno esta tibio por ahora y la serpiente hecha cenizas. Despierto a un episodio de Scoobie Doo, corriendo por el pasillo izquierdo gritando el nombre de mi difunta vecina (la secretaria) con los pies atados...Tratando de abrir puertas.

Entrenamiento...PUNTO.
"Sacude esa piel y empieza de nuevo"
Quizas ella tenga razón...quizas la demensia puede decir ser fingida...porque Dr. Jekyll tiene recolección; aunque se le sea dificil de admitir.

El por qué de la actualidad no son noticias de primera plana.

Solo se una cosa...que mueres por escupirme más veneno;
Oprime esos botones!
NO ES UN JUEGO, pero sí un simulacro.

To Deliver...

Digression is a citation...imposed by the author to the author.

What I read is an open wound infected by the source I most fear...my own.
I flee from the burning bush before I deliver another bomb threat. "It is not me, people of the jury!"

I hold with me a trail of despair and negligence which my soul cannot disengage from...but, my mind does.

I appear to be perfectly healthy and my doctor tells me I'm fine and dandy.
But, Dandy Doodle ain't alive no more and there is still work to be done; and my mind recently can't register TIME.

Eurythmia