¿Qué te hacés el Lovecraft?

23/05/2003

Woke up in a sweat. Couldn't see shit. Took about a minute to realize where I was. Craziest nightmare ever. I was killing my own son with my teeth. Dreamt that while he was sleeping between me and Molly. Couldn't kiss them.

28/05/2003

Molly was woken up by my kicks. I was running in my dreams, getting away from a small shack, in a dark forest. Said I was almost sobbing. Little Toby never cared. Sleeps like a baby, literally.

02/06/2003

Bad dreams again. Shit is getting serious. Never in my life had two dreams connected. Saw the dark forest again. There were people running from the shack with me, by my side. Molly's getting scared. Says I make strange noises and rough movements. Toby hasn't cried in weeks. Taking him to the doctor today.

05/06/2003

I found Toby on the floor this morning. He was calm. Molly's being a bitch, says I threw him out of bed. We are taking him to the doctor again. Molly says I should go get check too. Can't remember what I dreamt.

06/06/2003

On the way to the doctor saw the small shack! Gave me the creeps! Molly says we use things of our waking life to build up our dreams. Never saw that shack in my life. Something's wrong with me. Going to sleep on the coach.

07/06/2003

Woke up next to Molly and Toby, all covered in sweat. I'm getting freaked out. Got the feeling that I dreamt about the dark forest again. Don't want to sleep. Too scared I do something bad to them.

08/06/2003

Didn't sleep last night. I'm tired. Heard noises outside the window. It was a lost dog. When it saw me, it ran away. When I went back to the coach, heard a noise coming from the bedroom. Toby was sleepwalking on all fours. Went to the doctor again. Says he is fine.

09/06/2003

Didn't sleep last night either. Starting to hear things. There is a high pitch screech that drives my crazy. Must be the lack of z's. Toby seems to hear it too. He's calling us.

10/06/2003

Can't think straight. Molly'd taken Toby to her dad's house. Says I'm becoming irrational. That sound is too loud. But I can't sleep or he'll take me. She didn't understand. It's Toby who he wants. He's not from the pack.

The dog outside the window is here again. Can't resist any more. Must go with the others. Master asks me to be a good boy. If he cannot have him, no one will. He promises to stop using the whistle if I take care of the lost cub. Molly is going to be sorry for taking him away from us.

Close the closest closet

Yo estoy convencido que el pasado
tiene forma de armario
y que dentro, cada año
se convierte en un cajón.

Los hay llenos, los hay pelados
Algunos nos son extraños
y su forma nos hace daño,
como una suerte de lección.

Los que están atiborrados
de recuerdos desparramados
es imposible de cerrarlos
sin soltar un lagrimón.

Los vacíos son vaciados
verdaderos desahuciados.
Es preferible olvidarlos
a esos bastardos sin tutor

Pero antes que nada
un armario es de madera
como un cofre que da pena
o un ataúd de risas pasadas

Ya les muestro la salida
y ahí reside mi convencimiento
como a todo mártir muerto
se lo despide en una pira,
(( para los lentos,
se lo prende fuego,
y uno se masturba en su piromanía))

Random Access Memory

Yo creo que mi memoria almacena una cantidad determinada de números y al ingresar uno nuevo, alguno se tiene que borrar, pero hoy me aprendí mi número de celular, la contraseña de Paula y el teléfono de Quilmes y no se me borró ninguno.

Es verdad, hice la prueba dos veces.

Soy re inteligente y lindo.

¿Cuando fue la última vez que me molesté en tener sentido?

Porque hago un pocito y ahí nomás me entierro. Y me tapo con tierra y mierda, de la cual emerjo santo y mediocre.
Siempre me voy a amar por odiarme tanto.

Deal with it