Days pass ... I am in an endless desert ... in the air whisper words that are not seem to understand ... Damn ... remember where the damn past anxiety was presented as a woman haunted ... talking to someone is hard ... The quality of what we understand and reflect pure and complex ... The complexity makes me disappear from the maps ... I miss the drift of the desert ... I remember the disgust of every event .... that feeling catargica unfamiliar situations, ideas and feelings ... Is different, the sadness is not a variable that is present every day ... perhaps the miss of all ... The complexity of my thoughts reach a limiting point, maybe even the empty ... and that if disgust ... The disgust with the dogs roam the rotting flesh .... bought sex disgust and without knowledge ... disgust of intangible rabies in humans ... the disgust of the awakening of an unfortunate power ... All this and without it even exist, although the difficulty of walking at times dominate my impetus ... Sure, it was this man, that perfection can not build ... no doubt end this disgusting ... that sense of the preamble to catarxis ... all end ... all ... Laj
Hakkinen, Mexico 1982 
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