this blog is finally finished here. ends here and there are no gates. after months since I wrote that I wrote down on pieces of paper of any kind because I was around, a few odd phrases, to bring about this kind of circus that sometimes I feel. while listening to a strange live Antony and the Johnsons a few years ago, in a small club for transvestites in New York, who a few years ago I probably would not like it. I reread what I wrote almost two years, such as greeting destroyed by the mirrors, I have rewritten parts, I added the month, month unknown, threw away the days. Oct. 13 any day should be a Tuesday should arrive in bookstores. and you tell me that there are incredible deals for flights departing to midnight and a half but I know that we will not have time to go.
