If I was a highway...

I would have walls on both sides...

I would be quite straight...

I would have few approach roads...

and I would be...

... 16.16 miles long !!!!!

Puto Boli Nuevo

la prueba de la escritura inconsciente es aquella donde cualquier palabra o letra o pintura de pincel de brocha o alejandro amenábar sirve para percutir en el dibujo que surge de las rimas de los raperos blancos de las calles asfaltadas con adoquines, lo cual es contradictorio y sin embargo todo sale a la luz desde un punto de vista más llamativo que el hecho de que el puto bolígrafo no haga más de lo que hacía antes. Si, punto por fin, pero ahora sigo con las metáforas metafóricas redundantes que fallan a veces pero que salen automáticamente del puto boli que cada vez escribe peor. no se puede escribir una novela así, sin más dilación que dilatar el texto y el mechero azul o así, es menestér un zumo de piñas coladas mediante una rejilla de color púrpura (no un río) y el dolor del brazo se acentúa más y más como una letra quenya o como se escriba, porque me paré y la cagué lo que hay que hacer es seguir y seguir hasta el infinito y más allá, pero sin disimular ni mirar para el resto de los compañeros de clase, que van mejor que tú, y peor que yo, pero aun así todos vamos mejor que el puto boli de mierda que solo sabe terjiversar las líneas que aparecen una tras otra en un sinfín de letras dispares y disjuntas (o en común) o yo que coño sé...
MARCOS JOSÉ lo que sea que siGA VA EN MAYUS. O SHIFT DEL TECLADO AUNQUE MEJOR DEJAR EL BLOQUEO EN ON PARA MÁS COMODIDAD. HAY QUE MOLDEAR LAS MIERDAS ESTAS PARA VER SI ASÍ MEJORAN PERO POR LO VISTO NI FÚ NI FÁ NI FUBU NI FUMETAS EN VINAGRE BALSÁMICO DE MÓDENA NI GAITAS NI SUS COLEGAS DEL CULO DEL MUNDO DONDE NACEN LOS PADRES Y MUEREN LOS HIJOS DE TAL MODO QUE SÓLO LOS POBRES ABUELITOS SALEN A LA LUZ DE LAS FAROLAS, QUE SIGUEN APAGADAS PERO REFLEJAN LA LUZ ULTRAVIOLETA Y LA INFRARROJA WHY NOT? SI JAJÁ.. EN INGLISH CON i DE PUNTO MARINO O SAN MARINO O DAN MARINO DE LOS DOLPHINS O SABEDIOS... BUENO PERO COMO DIOS NO EXISTE COMO SABRÁ SU MADRE BR4EVER IS THE BUTTER FROM DINAMARCA EN EL PUTO DOLOR DE CODO QUE ME VIENE DE ESTA MIERDA DE BOLI; SI EL MISMO BOLIS IZAGUIRRE DE LOS MARICONES, SIN OFENDER, PERO ES FAMOSO POR ESAS COSAS DE ALGUN LUGAR MULTICOLOR BAJO EL SOL DE MARTE (QUE ES EL MISMO QUE NÓS CONOCEMOS DE TODA LA VIUDA QUE SE MUERE DEJANDO INDEFENSOS A SUS POBRES ABUELITOS CON TODOS ESOS LOBOS DE MAR ENCAPUCHADOS EN SUS CLAUSTROS Y EN MAYÚSCULAS Y EN COLOR NEGRO,...GRIS? JODER Y AHORA EL PULGAR DE LOS DEDOS DERECHOS OF THE MANO DIESTRA Y CAMBIANDO DE LADO (LA IZQ. NO) SINON DE TEMA EL TEMA SIETE, QUICIR, SIGUIENTE OSTRIS PEDRÍN MEJOR QUE CAMBIO PORQUE NO SIENTO NADA EN APENAS UNOS MINUTOS TODO OSCURECE COMO LAS 5 y 40 MINUTOS DE LA TRDE 25-11-2004

-Marcos Jay.

PS: probando un bolígrafo nuevo para poder escribir bien, sin pensar lo que ponía (tal día como hoy hace exactamente 5 años).

Cube

PS: recopilando todos (o casi todos) los elementos comunes en mi arte, dentro de uno de ellos. Y me gusta como ha quedado.

Less Than Jake - Look What Happened

Artista: Less Than Jake
Album: Borders & Boundaries (2000)
Canción: Look What Happened

And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

And we'll walk in circles around this whole block

Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks

Then we'll talk about leaving town

Yeah we'll talk about leaving

I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

We rode across that bridge all night

We talked our way through city lights

Traced all the lines we're killing time

Under those buzzing signs

From downtown to anywhere but here

Tonight yeah I swear to these rooftops

And just hoped that car would never stop

And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

And we'll walk in circles around this whole block

Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks

And we'll talk about leaving town

And we'll talk about leaving

I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

We drove around this place all night

Past closed signs and familiar sights

We're moving by passing time

Counting those center lines

With 20,000 lines left to go

That lead to somewhere I don't know

It might be the time that we leave this all behind

And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

And we'll walk in circles around this whole block

Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks

And we'll talk about leaving town

And we'll talk about leaving

I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

And there's been a few times

That we thought it felt right

To take the westbound signs

And just leave town tonight

And I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

And we'll walk in circles around this whole block

Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks

And we'll talk about leaving town

Yeah we'll talk about leaving

I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try

And I swear it's my last try

And we'll talk about leaving town

Yeah we'll talk about leaving town

PS: un clásico. porque los clásicos no mueren. y nosotros... sí.

Dibujos a voleo

fusión
10sept2008

flame

01sept2005

Countdown

Everything runs around it.

Just when you go closer, it begins. When you get there, it restarts. When you wait, it stops. When you insist, it grows up. And when you give up, it is too late.

Many views: when you want to go, when one wants to come back, when you want to come back, when one wants to go, when you want one to go, when one wants you to come back, when you want one to come back and when one wants you to go.

Confused, uh?

Always.

The other way round, uh?

Just when you go away, it appears. When you try to escape, it goes faster. When you rush, it decreases. And when you are done, it is too late.

Other views: when you don't want to go, when one doesn't want to come back, when you don't want to come back, when one doesn't want to go, when you don't want one to go, when one doesn't want you to come back, when you don't want one to come back and when one doesn't want you to go.

It runs around everything.

PS: stress countdown OR joy countdown

.novamaz:september:23:2009:procrastinating:inspiration.

You don't get it...

OK girls, thanks a lot. I'm grateful for your support. But that's not the point. There's something behind what you see. The matter was always here. So was the software. "Think, think before you die" (BR).

Maybe your eyes are killing society.

.marc-0.12:34:56.7/8/9.

Gaviotas de Verano

11feb2005@1603

This was June.

And of course: CH3CH2OH @ churruca, sun @ playaAmerica, San Juan @ laFuente, Los Neoprenos @ laIguana, John Katzenbach @ home, etc, etc, etc...

Full Circle

The first time... you don't fucking know. What comes next is a mystery, but you'll be expecting something your brain has stored before. Then the feelings will show up and make you change in a new way or get you to a previous location in your memories. Anyway, the fact is going to change you.
In the end, it will fill your mind and you'll want more, unless the experience resulted negative. In that case you can try other styles until the success brings you happiness.
For the ones that can repeat soon, the sensation will be more intense with every iteration. Of course, if you don't put some effort... it will be like any other trivial stuff.
Well, besides all this shit...

mmm... interesting couple of words: “this shit”... just switching 2 letters and they are the same!

...OK...besides all this shit, sometimes IT is perfect, an no one can deny it, so go ahead and try as much as you can... and ENJOY!

.MARCOS//31_MAY_2009.