Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

wouldn't you

miss

me?

¿Que hora son mi corazón ?

¿Que hora son la vida entera ?

I'm narcissistic, I'm pessimistic, I'm obsessive, and I’m insecure. I am so afraid of intimacy that

every one of my relationships is a journey of self-sabotage that inevitably ends in a black

vacuum of shattered expectations and despair.

an untimely loner.....

falto de inspiracion....

Hoy empeze a analizarme ...

I cannot do this on my own

I'm not Superman

i need a

break

toda palabra es como una mancha superflua en el silencio y la nada

back on real time

olvidate de mí

autorretrato

“el problema es, dijo humpty dumpty, quién es el que manda, eso es
todo”.

no


hay

centro

ayer soñé con vos. bueno, no, no soñé con vos. pero me hubiera gustado hacerlo. en realidad, soñé otra cosa, pero prefiero contarte que soñé con vos. si te lo cuento me parece que fue así.