March 31, 1977,
Poem to myself.
I like celebrities.
Poem to myself.
I like celebrities.
I am already acting like one of them.
I like to be me and myself around it.
Me isn’t known by not winged beings.
That is why myself takes care of him.
The she me is.
Why not¿’?
The little violet dragon named Juanito did not agree.
He meant it’s me yours.
You¿?, a toy¿?
Indeed¡!
I like to be me and myself around it.
Me isn’t known by not winged beings.
That is why myself takes care of him.
The she me is.
Why not¿’?
The little violet dragon named Juanito did not agree.
He meant it’s me yours.
You¿?, a toy¿?
Indeed¡!
What does that mean Mr. Hamlet,
Please be so king to answer my question.
Why do you doubt ¿?, sir.
Ophelia did not drown.
Mr. Sh. wants you to find her,
She has to keep in love, he said it to me, I was asleep,
32 years further, nightmare’s awakenings are my mortal disease.
Who are you girl.
I was a dragon sir, come on, take a ride ¡!
Sh. Woke up mystically pearled.
