Saturday, November 26, 2005

Domingo, 13 de Noviembre.

Encerrado en la prisión de la carne llevas la cuenta de los días como el reo lleva la cuenta regresiva para cumplir su condena mortal. "Toda la cocaína que tomaba, tanto buscarse la vida, tanta chapuza en Night City, y aún veía la matriz durante el sueño: brillantes reticulados de lógica desplegándose sobre aquel incoloro vacio..." Devils Work, en antaño te llevaba segundos reponerte de la cama, levantarte y sonreir al azul del cielo. "Pero lo sueños acudieron en la noche japonesa como vudú en vivo, y lloraba por eso, lloraba en sueños, y despertaba solo en la oscuridad, aovillado en la cápsula de algún hotel de ataúdes, con las manos clavadas en el colchón de gomaespuma, tratando de alcanzar la consola que no estaba allí"
She's lost in coma where it's beautiful, intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep, do you wonder what it's like living in a permanent imagination? sleeping to escape reality, but you like it like that. Guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction. She dreams in digital, cause it's better than nothing. Now that control is gone, it seems unreal, she's dreaming in digital. She dreams in digital. And your pixel army can't save you now, my finger's on the kill switch I remember I used to compose your dreams, control your dreams, and don't be afraid to expose yourself before I shut you down you made some changes since the virus caught you sleeping.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

te amo mucho

Anonymous said...

Are you still on prozac? Uhmm looks like you have tried electric shocks...God bless you, lost boy.

Addiction Kerberos said...

I don't have tried ECT therapy treatment yet. I used to take my prozac everyday but, you know, I have to quit because those pills was taking away my depression.

Thanks anyway both users whoever you are.

maniac corrector said...

were taking.

STiRER said...

manic corrector, was ok in this case considering who was writing=Luicito ;)