Sunday, May 19, 2013

Notes from my 1st trip

I am morphing with a host. Brazil has attached itself to me. It is trying to be a part of me. It is sinister. It is SINISTER. I can feel it. I can see it. I feel it on my back. It is sharing its evil. It is trying to morph with me. It is trying to enter my being. It is EVIL. IT IS EVIL.

There will be those who cry because they do not know how to love.

I said at one point of the night, “I have a corrupt soul.” 
                          I don’t know why. I’ve never done anything.

Neste dia
Muita gente vai chorar
Porque tem muitos deles
Que não sabem amar


As fighters, as writers, we are constantly taming our true selves.

Tina has had a part of god always there.

I hope I come back.

Brazil is the land where my nature is allowed to run  free.

              I finally understand my life.


I see your FIRE.

You’re angry at what you don’t understand.

Fonte —> Bukowski —> Shaw —> Wong

When I fight, I’m tapping into something. This is why I am drawn to it.  It is how I communicate with the world.

FIGHTER                  WRITER

All I have are these words for you, Desireé:

             I love you.

    I am reduced to nothing but I understand everything.

I need my mother.

We do it all. We drink, fuck, kill, lie, cheat, steal, just to be closer to  God.

Seeing you kept me on this side.

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