Illimitux Does Not Work

Stage Three.

May 15, 2006. I decided to close the studio and not reopen it again. I threw the key also.
May 16, 2006. I turned up handle. Locked. I tried again. Locked. I took a kick at the door. None. I screamed. To shoulder, with her nails, but bleeding continued to hit, hit, hit.
half an hour, in this way. Without reason. Without pain. The door opened.
May 17, 2006. At 2 am I went to the emergency room, simulating an attack. Immigrants, of course, but had not seen them in the face. The dark, dark.
May 18, 2006. The left hand, head and shoulder.

May 21, 2006. I'm sorry, I could not understand.

May 23, 2006. I went into the studio. I closed the door behind me. Nothing
couch. On the ground. I began:
"It 's the usual thick. I do not know whether the chest or stomach. And' here, you can not see, but here it is. I put my hand over it, as a shield to protect yourself. But I do not know if I want does not come or not come out. I protect myself and that's it. Then I close my eyes, I no longer feel the weight of the hand, seems to have gone inside my body, intangible, floating. I would do it ... to head off small fires that flare up from time to time but never find relief. And 'there are too many corners protected, small votive altars shrines, which feed the faithful strolling thoughts to my mind every day. Thoughts ... coming from the mouth, ears and eyes and nose cancels. "