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Ha sido una semana apoteósica, el lunes Juan José Millás, Tonto, muerto, bastardo e invisible, un libro sobre cine negro y más; el martes, leer acerca de Doris Lessing y conocer sobre su Cuaderno Dorado; miércoles, Dos Abrazos (gracias), al fin los añorados soundtracks de Leaving las Vegas, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, In the mood of love (Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Yumeji´s Theme) y podré ver ya Grindhouse, tanto Death Proof como Planet Terror. Aún seguiré en la búsqueda de El bosque de la noche, escrito por Djuna Barnes que después de recorrer tres sucursales de Porrúa y las librerías de viejo de Donceles, no puedo conseguir. Aún me queda la esperanza de las librerías de Álvaro Obregón o la orden por internet. También me queda pendiente El Cuaderno Dorado de Lessing.

Suena: Are you desirable? (Ben Sanderson)

Are you desirable? Are you irresistible? Maybe if you drank bourbon with me, it would help. Maybe if you kissed me and I could taste the sting in your mouth it would help. If you drank bourbon with me naked. If you smelled of bourbon as you fucked me, it would help. It would increase my esteem for you. If you poured bourbon onto your naked body and said to me "drink this". If you spread your legs and you had bourbon dripping from your breasts and your pussy and said "drink here" then I could fall in love with you. Because then I would have a purpose. To clean you up and that, that would prove that I'm worth something. I'd lick you clean so that you could go away and fuck someone else.
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