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Mutant Wordscapes: Who we are

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Sunday, August 27, 2006. Nostradamus brought ice with his ideas that time.The communities are based in false principles.Don't you see the faked behaviour in almost everything? Ways to escape this. Or relax and enjoy it. There's always light somewhere. I can't tell you where. But it is, I swear. You have to find your own. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Something

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Tuesday, August 29, 2006. The endless smallest universe. Load your weapon and go for it. It's your pathetic destiny after all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Weird poetry Blog in Spanish: Paradigma III. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Masked

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Sunday, September 16, 2007. Chemical composition of a thought. The mute yelling to ourselves for things. Believing in something, no matter how weird. Especially if you're not causing harm. Follow it blindly forever. Or until your next detour. Primal instinct, back to basics. To what we were as kids. The time when we were pure. Money, chicks, fame as consequences of being yourself. And not all the way around.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Curtains

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Wednesday, January 07, 2009. Things talk to me. They said that I am. One of the few people who listens. To turn around and notice. That nothing it's what it was. Like continuously opening curtains. That let you see better. Every year one more goes away. And you think you finally got it.until next year. Old bumpy roads ahead and behind. But also radiance, peace ahead. Flying sales executives, crying pennies.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Fine

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Wednesday, August 23, 2006. Tribal functionality at last. Trip to the Bahamas. Sale in the marketplace. Natalie has her soul naked. Shining, polishing her dreams. Then went back to normal. Where normal is the absence of feelings. Denial, or simply civilized behaviour. I cross the river without thinking much. I'm used to it. I'm not afraid most of the day. Only during early mornings. When passes I'm fine.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Peace

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Friday, August 25, 2006. An actor enters the room. And he starts looking at us. The phone rings forever. He doesn't answer it. And it's not machine either. He smashes a PC against the door. Then he looks at himself in the mirror. The phone stop ringing. Then he picks it. Hung it and leaves. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Weird poetry Blog in Spanish: Paradigma III.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Mother knows

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Monday, August 20, 2007. The modern paraphernalia everywhere. And becoming an adult. The unstoppable temptations, the what ifs. Sitting in my desktop. Looking at the universe. Birds singing like nothing else happens. And the sun doesn't care either. Nature tells me that you have to keep going. It's in my own nature. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Weird poetry Blog in Spanish: Paradigma III.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Seeing

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Thursday, September 27, 2007. Flying away from me. And not coming back. The feeling of missing something in life. Seeing, being a witness. Of every little thing we love and care. Is maybe just some wonderful spare moments. Kiss your loved ones now. Tomorrow will be too late. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Weird poetry Blog in Spanish: Paradigma III.

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Mutant Wordscapes: Not too much

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An Oasis in this too-faked-Mature-World. For the hard-to-catch free minds and spirits. Monday, August 28, 2006. Soit's been a while. Like a man should. Mature and still young. Continously changing circles of people, different stages.I remember them all.But I always look ahead.I breathe certain wisdom already.You pay for wisdom with living years.I feel safe here.Too safe now though.It's time for a change again.Another good one. The green room with a rug. With the doors open. Projecting to the world.