Dear Google

 

 

Donde nadie dice los mismo enla misma frase
and no one says the same in the same phrase

(whispering)
What they don't know is that no one exits the same way they enter.
Vaginas vomiting screaming children
Gravel swallowing tired wrinkles
burnt into ashes locked on a jar
Dusting like dead skin
Dead dust in the ears of your mother
Dusting the feet of your dogs
They will sneeze you out of their nasal canals and catapult you
Because the fear of dying is not the same a ps the fear to death
Comp PIEL MUERTA of nocturnal animals with horizons on their hands
The fear of fear
The fear of the subject
Of falling as a gesture
Of empty thoughts and non-recalling
It is the attitude that sabotages you. Not doing just laying on a thinking rug with
no mercy
You bark to yourself for yourself to bark at others
Barking like a dog with no words and a hollow mind
A canine with no ideas
Because no one enters the same way they exit.
Dear GOOGLE:
Why do I feel dead inside?
dear GOOGLE:
why is it that when someone asks me what do I like I am not able to answer?
Dear Google:
Who are you?

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What are you doing?
Opening your mouth without letting anything out
simple language simple words
complicate at thought

Do you know that feeling? where you know you are forgetting something
but you don't know what. You are moving, about to make the next step and
suddenly something is too light, perhaps it feels on your hand or pocket.
Something is (not) there. You don't know what it is but you know its something/
This time you did not force yourself to remember since it was not that important
however, once you forgot

makes you restless

Dear Google:
It is on your fingerprints that the crude verses accompany my repetition.
We speak because we believe in communication but I never thought you would
say something like that

It is only when the eyes of the beholder
The one who speaks to you
daze into screens
An unavoidable emptiness carving its way as a round stone into your pocket
Con tus dedos la puedes sentir
Es suave y algo pesada
Casi ni la sientes
Pero esta ahí

With your fingers you can feel it
Is smooth and slightly heavy
But you barely feel it
Although it is there
Empty crude thoughts annoy the shit out of you
What the point of it all might be we don't know it only annoys
Entering ears in a hi pitch detachment
Shut the fuck up
What is the point you know? Mather poiiiiiiint
The point you know?
D you know what I mean?
Do you know what daimean
Dyou know whataimean
Dye knwaimen?
Dmean?
D e m n?


You strike me like a very positive girl.
I like it dark because it's confusing and it all sucks
You strike me like a very positive girl.
I like it dark because it's confusing and it all sucks
We talk about silent viewers
Looks on the edge of the eye
To the left to the left
To the right,

You talk about introducing vomiting
Affecting long white vases that replace your neurological canal
The steal your language so they can communicate with each other
Arch your back shake your knees
Considered the week and it's time and a finger crossing excursion