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(if by any chance you missed the beginning of the greatest event of 2011, you can start reading it here, where the first lerrnstory starts)

for those who read will know that i undertook with eyes that don’t know me and an overnight i lost my nationality. or not, if i ever was supranational, or supranational or suprabody, i was never anything beyond this body that contains me and not even a body i am, i'm just the outside, and further knowing that the outside is what least matters, the value of people is inside, and the inside reveals itself in its intimacy or otherwise is never revealed, so i'm the trash to be thrown away, and if you read me, you'll never know joe, despite you see perfectly who he is.
tequila sunrise, bloody mary, caipirinha, kamikaze, margarita, mojito, tornado, bacardi cocktail, costa azul, daiquiri, destornillador, dry martini, fascinacion, feliz crucero, manhattan, paraiso, pina colada, tom collins, rebujito, kir white, kir cava and many other drinks can be called cocktails. the beverage brands drown in the mixtures at the discretion of the bartender. and i feel the lack of porto on the cocktails. no more cocktails for me, until someone serves me a pilgrim porto, a port porto, a porto of refuge or a penalty to porto. bloody porto, in this case a bloody mary, where the vodka gives his place to porto and tomato juice is reduced by half, to be the other half lemon juice.
the ocean is too wide. the land i see on the right side has disappeared from the left, the worth i gleaned from that spring water behind to cool the sun who tempers sensations.
i feel heavy, perhaps because the meal was larger than needed, or maybe heavier on the soul, heavy of cold that numbs my thoughts and leaves me empty.
i want to be so, without soul, as if i ever have had it.
yet oscillations bring the hope of adventure that i don’t desire. let yourself be, ocean, do not react to the touch of the ship. get away to let it pass, without hurting you, soon you take the course without other inconveniences. Do not bring drifts that do not interest anyone. this boat is the king of the seas, so i ask you now to let it be. as long as it is the king of the seas, i can be the greatest of pirates.
the king of the seas, the largest of the pirates.
that said, i weigh 90 kg of muscles to lift the sword of steel that cuts through the air and separates tibiae.
and where are those muscles, my friend? i look myself in the mirror and not see there not even 70 kg, minus the blood and fat and internal organs, muscles must barely weigh 2kg.
i must have some strength and muscles in the skull that are useful in difficult moments, but not those who led men to wars to face men and beasts.
it’s not the body what makes me fascinating, and not being the body anything in me it is, because if i'm just the outside, what else can i be but that outside i am that doesn’t fascinate me.
so i use you to help me, you help me and you must worth 88kg of muscles that neither you nor i have, you because being you the inside you have none, and i only 2, 88 remain to exchange in specie on marginal markets trading bodies for intellects. and you intellect, may i call you intellect, you have to enforce those 88kg of muscle that i lack, in poetry, mathematics and other letters and numbers.
or drawings. or analogies.
or.
apparently, we exchange past memories and present images. digress. sayest thou so far seest. better late than never.
returning to the email, the one lost by not having interest, or its interest being so particular that was lost.
if it was the first.
and your wife and. .. joe? but what story comes to this? this story no longer pleases you now that i notice that you are the inside of joanne and joe is his husband? being just the outside of joanne i did not remember who i was. maybe that's because joanne, being female in her own way, has many traits that define her somewhat masculine. but she is still a woman. and a woman and i, while i cheated you, but realize that without wanting to, i see now that also i were fooled. and after all who cares about these small divergences, you know better which are, i am not going to explain you what they are.
thus we have to endure. the man as the head of a world divided, say, what would be without us, the chance of this universe, or hopefully we never manage to reach the universe, let us be content to destroy the planet earth and the satellite moon inherently. and that being us the cerebral kind, we grow very suicidal.
sitting on the terrace, the phone is ringing.
perfectly normal.
sitting in front of joe, the ringing phone interrupts our conversation.
he rises.
sits.
rises.
sits.
caught in a machine that allows me to make music with my fingers, poems florish i do not expect and yet i am not surprised with them.
joe continues to sit and get up and i do not understand why, but that also does not interest me. truly, i do not care.

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