No por nada pero estamos INCOMUNICADOS. No hay señal telefónica, por lo tanto mi humilde paquete de internet en casa no puede transmitir datos y no puedo subir entradas. No puedo ver Instagram (lo que se ha subido ya estaba programado antes del domingo 25 de agosto), no puedo bajar audios de Ivox… Estoy como en la edad del mensaje de humo. Cambio y fuera. Si esto sigue, me iré a un café internet…

Oh, how much I wish they go licking your nether regions.And show you their gaping holes.But you’re still alone.Unseen and abandoned.Wrapped in their skin,Your heart unaccompanied. Well fucked,Nipple pampered.But spoken about nothing;Orphaned of loyalty. While I alone,enjoy a slice of cake,Desserts better than sex.And laugh my time away with a good friend. Note I don’t really hate anyone but for a moment, some people arise in me certain unhealthy wishes. Like the wish to own a telescopic rifle and shoot them. Fortunately for me, the urge is quieted by writing. Such is the result. I hope it is good enough to make you smirk and understand how sometimes we all…

‘but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short’ Catharine and Other Writings by Jane Austen, Editors: Margaret Anne Doody and Douglas Murray, Series: Oxford World’s Classics, Story: Catharine, or the Bower, Unnumbered Page, Oxford University Press, Oxford and New York. (Google Books Preview)[/ref] Too long a reference for the wisdom words…

Sí es de cartón o papel… Sí destruye todo.