Is there anybody there?
What the fuck point of having a blog? To me it has done much that today marks one year of existence. It has been my trusty bucket to vomit.
Given my precarious relations Takeaway normal social, this screen allows you to show me things I write and I am interested to share with the people I know and those without.
As in all papers, who know the author recognize the signs, winks, messages, references to them. But those who can imagine it all from these signs that represent sounds, to recreate in their minds, something that was built in another, thus forming a new experience.
Are you still here?
What I say is that his words, which are, good or bad intentions, are always welcome, as death. May this next year can also take some time to read my writings, every day it is more difficult to .
Nobody knows better than me I could not keep the record in this space, but that is my natural laziness, my need to throw it all away once I start. I fought against it this year, with the weak results to be read, as a result of that fratricidal fight vs Charlie. Punks.
promise to be more consistent. Word of punk.
violent
Thank you from my heart. Many hugs for everyone s.
(Sid Vicious in Baton Rouge, California, USA, 1978, photographs by Bob Gruen) 
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