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VIII – The Inner Trip

The days go by, I talk to Lucas (not a doctor, because he has yet to acquire his doctorate) and nothing changes. He remains shrewd and takes himself to be…

Futuro do pretérito

A cigana que me leu a mão não adivinhou que barragens se romperiam que ao fundo na paisagem ferruginosa existiria o que seria previsível o que seria incúria Não previu…

Despedidas

Conforme me disse o amigo Conceituadíssimo poeta bomdespachense Que almeja cadeira na Academia Não devo sair de casa Pois estou à beira dos sessentanos. A isso acrescenta minha consorte Alguns…

Sorcery stories

  Only sorcerers can turn their feelings into intent. Intent is the spirit, so it is the spirit which moves their assemblage points. The misleading part of all this is…

A esmola em baixa

VII – Never Ending Trip

For you to understand me, I should explain who Haldol is. It is Haldol that has prevented me from continuing to tell you what happened. Haldol is an anti-psychotic medication…