Carlos & Friend

I try to create an image Lurk in the deepest cave of the unconscious Found a tree A leafy tree Growing in the dark Waiting to be found... The Pig Influenza It is strange to find that image in my mind, and at the same time live the paranoia through the supermarket corridors. Mexican Anthrax. Life doesn't cost a breathing mask, but it costs a cheap tampion. Then, we're afraid of dying. Mechanical survival mode. All the things we made and lived we don't want them to disappear. I would fuck it all. It is funny to sneeze next to a man in the Wal-Mart line, and put him nervous about anything [such as getting the flu]. In the end... what does this tree mean? This is a letter my friend Manuel sent today. He felt like writing some visceral stuff. It is written in spanish: Hey Juan! Espero la estés pasando bomba en tierras vancouverianas y que el frío ya haya cedido un poco... Ayer se acabaron oficialmente mis vacaciones y regresé a SLP, que se ha convertido en uno de las ciudades