Saturday, August 25, 2007
Puta.
After finally getting a hang of the language, Im leaving Madrid tonight. And clumsily managed to mix up my Spanish with French and Malay. And I dont even speak malay back at home. Geez.
I fill empty, literally. Im back to not eating and feeling like I weigh a tonne and so moving just takes up too much of a strength and effort. So I dont, I sit and I wonder about the yonders. And this is what lack of sleep and food and a shit load of nicotine does to you.
So before I knacker off, let me leave you with some espanol.
me es la contradiccion: un agnostico que cree en los cuentos, un cinico que sufre por la injusticia, un pasota que se muere por agradar, un romantico que no cree en el amor eterno y un Diogenes que busca desesperadamente con su candil algo que intuye, pero que no acaba de ver.
Adios.