/ / / / this is a mock
The reason for this blackout ¨ ¨ which necessarily have pressed the switch this week, causing a very limited disclosure of my disconnection Matrix.
The with their strange love revolving planets and the light emanating from the unknown I have drowned a few months where the titanic pressures limit almost all the work of my soul.
The excesses of the body and beyond my control actions stifle the development of the unfulfilled dreams, I use to kiss unable to lift me on my shoulders with which I figured I should show the world.
'm on the road. Stop would be a very high sacrifice which I am not willing to assume.
While I am filled with vitamins health and songs for the brain cool, my answering machine answers all calls, my mailbox will receive complaints, facebook is off and twitter not the map to advise where to go.
I send a light hug and let this drill previously drafted electronic ink become the voice that goes up to this point and may soon return, until you finish some work and come back refreshed.
The with their strange love revolving planets and the light emanating from the unknown I have drowned a few months where the titanic pressures limit almost all the work of my soul.
The excesses of the body and beyond my control actions stifle the development of the unfulfilled dreams, I use to kiss unable to lift me on my shoulders with which I figured I should show the world.
'm on the road. Stop would be a very high sacrifice which I am not willing to assume.
While I am filled with vitamins health and songs for the brain cool, my answering machine answers all calls, my mailbox will receive complaints, facebook is off and twitter not the map to advise where to go.
I send a light hug and let this drill previously drafted electronic ink become the voice that goes up to this point and may soon return, until you finish some work and come back refreshed.
Joan Espino / / Pretending to be
"The drill is not hiding the truth. It is the truth which conceals that there is no truth. The simulacrum is true "Jean Baudrillard
lived through Joan Espino 
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