Monday, February 28, 2011

Dirt Is Baked On To My Car

Paraules (Capitol II):" PLOVENT "


" What not kill me makes me stronger "

"
Beni öldürmeyen
Beni güçlendiriyor
" Lo not kill me makes me more safe " " Anything that does not kill me makes me stronger
"

Tuesday 1 March 2011

Tuesday 1 March 2011


Τρίτη 1 Μάρτη

2011

a Mart 2011 Sali
Terça sábado 1 March 2011
___IMATGE OF DIA___
"The Chops" (Illustration: Henry)
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__ escapsador The word

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CHAPTER II: " raining"
raining I
: after leaving the bath and I have seen a nebula in the mirror I felt a infinite worth so little ball of wool is no longer: I left to die in the most pathetic: drowned in the cup excused: God knows that digeriré so easily ... ... the steam heat radiators ... that is rust under the window closes and allows the bad effects of step coladissa moisture after the snow outside was stained killing us slowly ...
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near Planty :
Barcelona bar and the old communist hotel magnificence: anyenc: almost decrepit
: clothes hanging on the door frames of the vomit small prisons experienced record: snapshots of prisoners smoke from the windows and watch the cars driving slowly through the streets, women walking and giving rise to fantasies of their own cattle herd: to sips of light fleeing damaged and diseased as the lights of dairy cattle without ... gelor undeniable deep footprints ...: Cut steam and a tremor of the soul beyond the body drawn dusty weather and exiles: the axes in a dream of making something more of the tree shredded the wood: ill come into contact with the resin: the enemy fell crúor smelly: indignities patriotic ...
In Klauss left me two pieces of fruit about to rot and some pink wine for breakfast Czech: break the silence of the room with the splashing of water in half defrost : a glass out of the Siberian perhaps someone would think Slovakian vodka and nothing is farther: in pure alcohol fuel bottle of furtive hiding near the border with Kaliningrad: glopejar and then spit it out of the window that leads to the impasse dirty and dark behind the board: the eyes flashes and I think the fever has come with the usual punctuality: food scarce and the aroma of tropical fruit basket: fear of falling again: her cheeks red with hunger: yesterday went to Kaluss and today is a man sleep hundred years old ... ..
.'ve Seen out with the statement that: a greyhound hungry for revenge: his hands tremble slightly iron and leather stroking the ax: the gun: the cloth with two holes to see who uses it to cover his face and not be recognized during the raids so far remained under lock and bolt: rest sleep of the righteous:
oblivion and still not remordeix hidden images in the mind: the men who walk at night by muddy roads cruor denoting the harshest winters in their eyes and broken skin: and chopped filled with chilblains and ulcers:
sprains in mind that worse with the cold: bubble: the deceased's last breath:

expiry of a wafer muttered about memories of evil faijos Altza of midnight: the sequoias that darken the horizon of the passions burning
fingerprints marked by sweaty trigger: atàviques tear layer of onions: megalithic visions: bobbin eyes behind the curtain of bobbin lace: 're slave testimony of a commitment ...
pedregam ...
enverdides and roots. blood beets Now ... However
: Śmietanka chłodnik ... .. .
Zywiec

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... piwa
to pull down the bone of your internal exile: cruorina red light and alarm.
All photos taken by: Henry
Mikel Laboa
Guernica - Lekeitio 4 (1972

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