Two jerk horses speak while biting. Let us puke.

Hello Milk Boyhello bloody flavour sounds rather unappealing to be honest Thats the point oh really? surprise surprise i hadn't thought of that thank you for your clear explanation and understanding still selling money? yeah still selling Mexican products? or serving food ? yes my dear, we are british, not mere common north americans i actually do neither of both but good try it proves an effort of the mind Sometimes you have to lower the level, as you may or may have not noticed oh but my dear chap, i always have to lower my level, but then again no need to discuss such trivial matters tell me how much money you make by...selling more money?Enough to buy more things, so others make more money. You see... now I am proud.proud of owning material are we? i guess such things are necessary when having a bloody mouth Proud of owning MORE than others. Things that are ALWAYS necessary and that give you confidence, otherwise we will be smashed. The BloodyMouth is just the counterpart that comes as an aditament, sometimes necessary to remember that you feel, after buying. so if you do not own you will be smashed by..? because as i recall, owning leads to be smashed by greed, similarly reflected by your greed for flesh Indeed my friend. Smashed by the inner self, and other inner selves.Owning makes u happy. The sense of property gives you power, yes and it reflects your greed for flesh.so because you seemingly are disposesed both emotionally and physically, you feel this drive of buying material posessions with the foolish hope of attaining a higher state and trying to prove yourself worthy of something both to yourself and to other? can you really be smashed by the other inner selves if you needn'tknow them? do you not need to know yourself first of all?Maybe I should buy myself.... maybe I'm fooling others. Maybe i justplay their game, maybe im just a material posession of somebody else.Maybe you dont realise about it. Maybe I had beed smashed. Maybe I a ma Financial Economist and i live in my lies. I am nothing and i won'tbe, I'm worth a damn, but I sell money for those who don't have the correct currency, for those "those" and those "those"you are in doubt about yourself and about your destiny. Think wisely on what you think you are and what you think you want to do. Maybe Im just playing, and thats life. Maybe we are just having a mental masturbation with phony funnyideas.... these conversations with you include the circle were sometimes we puke, and where sometimes
The life is thresholds and milestones.

La luz es rosa en London Bridge

Que me das que te doy la carta. A que si te llevas un susto, a que comienzas a escrutar respuestas. A que no te das cuenta de ello. A que no te atreves. A que ahora si quieres ser feliz. Y a que no puedes.

Me sente en la silla morada.... al umbral de la luz.
A la orilla del Tamesis, a observar la luna y St Pauls.
Eran las 3 AM. Y bien la ciudad no dormia.

¿Platicaba acaso con el fantasma o con la imagen ideal?
Y ya lo habia esbosado el momento, compartir, envejecer.
Y asi platicaba con el fantasma y con o con la imagen ideal.

No, sino que me desperté y estaba en un barranco. Solo y sentadito. En verdad es que no había nada y solo había sonado y me había viajado en mi cuaderno borrador. No escrutinaba nada en realidad y solo escurrió una gota de sangre que tampoco en realidad me recordaba nada mas que a la virgen de Fatima.

Así continué mientras observaba sangre y el vapor de agua que salía de boca al respirar. Fumaba. Eran las 4 AM. No leíste la carta . A que sí. A que si no hubieras venido. A que ya no siento nada pues hace mucho frío. A que sí me importa mañana. A que ya estoy acostumbrado y a que a tí no te mueve nada. Fumo más.

Y yo que había corrido desde París en mi prófuga distancia. Y tu no te apareciste. No leíste la carta. No te culpo. Esperaré aquí y a que no sabes lo que te hubiera dicho. No te culpo. Son las 4 AM. El tiempo no pasó.

La luz en rosa en London Bridge. Tu no viniste.