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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 139 YEAR III EDITORIAL I'm
exultant, the difference between the world and I is sidereal, sometimes
favouring me, other times, favouring the world. In writing I always win. In life, life always wins. There will be another way of turning back, I say to
myself, or there won't be any turn back. We should have known about all our life before living
it, when we started to live it was already too late for almost everything. We have been decades waiting the definite encounter and
nothing happened, nothing, almost nothing. All the strength directed towards only one side and so
the impossible will come
true. Pain, beloved pain, leave me right away. I'm convinced that work is the central concept of my
life, I firmly believe that what I ambition doesn't exist except by producing
it. She doesn't want to speak, she wants me to tell her
what to do. I tell her: Each one has a different destiny to mine.
Now I only have to communicate it. In a few years time for me and for many others our
third age starts. So not to be old jerks, each one has to be different to all
the others. Each one must be different to the other, meaning a road
for each one, there isn't a road for two. The better halves will have only half of the road. There will be children and youngsters up to a certain
age, after each one will have to produce their own road. I want it to be understood, there will always be
children and there will be parents, but each one traversing their own road. And it is good to remember that the worst ones are the
best ones, sometimes, only sometimes. I
stop being. I
live in the territories DARLING, I
find in the warm ceremonies of your body, a future which pulls me out of life,
which pulls me out of the reality of existence. The
sad interval turns, now, into this spring of fresh milk between your eyebrows. In
this century, there won't be pollution except for your eyes.
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Look, doctor, I think of my ass and my mouth. It bleeds and I smoke. I'm
wearing nappies in my mother's arms. Perhaps
I should visit the cemeteries where some of my beloved dead
are and, perhaps, too, go to the doctor. I
would like to live many, many years and sometimes I die right away. The
amount of committed and accumulated errors can take a whole life and several
books before exhausting their comprehension and rectification. I better start to
take care of myself immediately. -
We'll continue the next time.
While
she scrupulously cleaned her ass, sliding lightly her soaped hand from the front
to the back, from the clitoris to the last vertebra, in the next room he was
talking about vast territories which he had conquered in a fecund love relation,
and I imagined myself as a huge dick invading suavely her warm caverns.
I don't want to go
around the world to find myself. I'm comfortable with this situation where to be
with myself I have to be with others. The
truth of joy is the mirror of the soul. To
be afraid, I say to myself, is to have desire. The
example are those great men who fought against everything for an idea, for a way
of conceiving reality. Indio Gris THIS IS ADVERTISING
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