(You're a shining and I'm am lightning
raaaayo're a gray Monday, I am Saturday Saturday Saturday sábadoooo)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Lots Of Pressure In Stomach
puffff ...
, lost, overwhelmed, avoiding the inevitable at bay ... I want to escape this very moment in time and space. Staying up all night forever. Forget everything. Avoid me. No, do not avoid me: rebel, but seriously. Ignorance rules, clocks, calendars. And be free, absolutely free. But above all free on a Monday which is haunting me, torturing me, relentlessly pursuing me ... Sunday, bloody Sunday ... I want a life sabbatical shit!
(You're a shining and I'm am lightning
raaaayo're a gray Monday, I am Saturday Saturday Saturday sábadoooo)
(You're a shining and I'm am lightning
raaaayo're a gray Monday, I am Saturday Saturday Saturday sábadoooo)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Fotos Gratis De Pattycake
And if ... Boredom
Yes, it was inevitable ... happen someday ... and that day is today!
emotional for some strange reason, I find it hard to let go of the virtual spaces. (No, no, but I find it hard to let go of the real bond, not that I'm sooo mad ...=)
few months ago brought the entire contents of what's left of my mind here ... mixing it in the great and ancient ocean of pecesypescaditos. The results will not alter anyone there to tell the truth ... Not even my ...=)
time ago I realized I spend time thinking about the same things. At the time to write something here, those same things come to occupy center my attention, but I can not never give the way I want, because they are rather questions, questions, thoughts that have more to do with me than with what is supposed to go on this blog (as I fuck the etiquetassssss patience, not I put it to an item and themes of this haha). I realized I needed an informal space (yes, this is a formal space ...) in which to express my mambo existential, a psychoanalytic couch kind of pret a porter pa'la catharsis at all times ... eternal dawn needed to develop my inner monologue ...
So ... I decided the most important and memorable of the last 10 minutes: reopened What is left of my mind and formally invited to the inauguration. Do not be afraid ... I am, the couch, catharsis, mambo are figured things simple and mere expressions ...
If yes, I know, this seems like deja vu ... and maybe it is ... but good ...=) 
Yes, it was inevitable ... happen someday ... and that day is today!
emotional for some strange reason, I find it hard to let go of the virtual spaces. (No, no, but I find it hard to let go of the real bond, not that I'm sooo mad ...=)
few months ago brought the entire contents of what's left of my mind here ... mixing it in the great and ancient ocean of pecesypescaditos. The results will not alter anyone there to tell the truth ... Not even my ...=)
time ago I realized I spend time thinking about the same things. At the time to write something here, those same things come to occupy center my attention, but I can not never give the way I want, because they are rather questions, questions, thoughts that have more to do with me than with what is supposed to go on this blog (as I fuck the etiquetassssss patience, not I put it to an item and themes of this haha). I realized I needed an informal space (yes, this is a formal space ...) in which to express my mambo existential, a psychoanalytic couch kind of pret a porter pa'la catharsis at all times ... eternal dawn needed to develop my inner monologue ...
So ... I decided the most important and memorable of the last 10 minutes: reopened What is left of my mind and formally invited to the inauguration. Do not be afraid ... I am, the couch, catharsis, mambo are figured things simple and mere expressions ...
If yes, I know, this seems like deja vu ... and maybe it is ... but good ...=)
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
What Does Phase Button On Subwoofer Do
(almost) deadly
I'm bored. I slowly slid into a lethargy of mind and body that looks nothing like the rest. Boredom begins to wrap like a spider web with slimy, sticky. I freezes, it blows my mind, cancel my senses. There is no pain, no pleasure, no feelings, no strength, no desire ... Numb I give myself to this state of nothingness. Boredom, as a hungry and insatiable spider catches me, imprison me. Without that I can do anything I hung on his huge canvas and leave me there, as reserve food. And not me, but now I'm just a prisoner in a huge network. I am not alone, the network is full of beings that are no longer. In a brief, perhaps the last moment of lucidity, I try to find a solution. But it's late, and there is no exit or antidote. My mind is empty and filled with the amorphous slime hopelessly paralyzed me. My mind, my body, my actions, I do not belong. Nothing makes sense. The same gives life to death. I surrender to the collective destiny. No longer run times, but glide over the network without end or beginning and get stuck, detained. The spider weaves the fabric of eternity. 
I'm bored. I slowly slid into a lethargy of mind and body that looks nothing like the rest. Boredom begins to wrap like a spider web with slimy, sticky. I freezes, it blows my mind, cancel my senses. There is no pain, no pleasure, no feelings, no strength, no desire ... Numb I give myself to this state of nothingness. Boredom, as a hungry and insatiable spider catches me, imprison me. Without that I can do anything I hung on his huge canvas and leave me there, as reserve food. And not me, but now I'm just a prisoner in a huge network. I am not alone, the network is full of beings that are no longer. In a brief, perhaps the last moment of lucidity, I try to find a solution. But it's late, and there is no exit or antidote. My mind is empty and filled with the amorphous slime hopelessly paralyzed me. My mind, my body, my actions, I do not belong. Nothing makes sense. The same gives life to death. I surrender to the collective destiny. No longer run times, but glide over the network without end or beginning and get stuck, detained. The spider weaves the fabric of eternity.
Friday, April 2, 2010
How To Get A Doctor To Play With My Penis
not believe everything you say
Until a few days I was a strong advocate of common sense, folk wisdom, the legacy that generations receive from our ancestors.
What better expression of this that proverbs: perfect synthesis of knowledge accumulated by people throughout history. Who can argue with a saying? Who can remain indifferent to his exact words, accurate, suitable for every occasion of life? Until a few days would have answered: no. But I have fallen sharply on account of the sayings that are evil and nefarious designs that can only lead to doom humanity to a higher than the already seen and experienced. The sayings are probably the creation of a visionary group of evil souls that have been configured with machiavellian perfection all the elements necessary to move the threads of human actions and ideas so that this network be tight weave that locks us, it crushes us dominates, exploits, squeeze us and let us die in terror: the world today. Do not believe me? So blind are so alienated? Do not succumb to the thoughtlessness painless lobotomy and custom. Open your eyes, sheepskin quitémosle the wolf stalking the future of humanity mercilessly gutting and see these examples:
"A bird in hand is worth flying" That which at first seems a saying is the first foundation of this consumer society, which prioritizes the "having" rather than "being" especially slavery consumption priority and ambition against the freedom to rise above the reality that a flock of birds to better future. Submissive sheep of the flock, we clutching a bird as a trophy, seeing as it is wide and infinite sky, and seeing that both take hold of the bird falters. Thus, we reach the end of our lives with empty hands, and a gnawing dissatisfaction that our true nature: the desire (now late, impossible) to freedom. Also include, the unsustainability of this model of consumer world, since both strive to have the bird itself, and stick for several generations, we have reached a critical point of ecological and environmental imbalance which apparently has no return. And this is so much they intend to support other sayings economic and social model, as if nothing happened: "A bad weather, good face," read as spellbound victims of floods, droughts and other climatic ills caused by not leaving released birds. "Let no one say of this water I drink" insist and drink water contaminated with heavy metals, chemicals and other industrial wastes.
with frightening consistency, we see this plot satanic sayings that surround us from another perspective: the rush, rush, the stress, life passes as if the bullet train, and upon reaching the last station is revealed as a couple of steps on the edge of a path that could have been happy and bright if we had devoted our time to live in harmony with nature and the universe, instead of devoting your life to hunt birds such as frantic running behind the birds, even pretend to fly, believing that Coke will really make our life more happy and all the other things we advertised. "When God helps early bird," a clear example of emotional blackmail. What kind of God would have this level of sadism to help only those who act against their own biorhythm up early? "Do not leave for tomorrow what you can do today, "a vague but effective method for 24 hours a day to be productive, because ..." today "can be a continuous present if we are dedicated to producing, to do ...
is impossible in this humble space analyze collective enlightenment countless sayings with malicious words have managed to get to this reality we live and suffer, but we can combat and reverse, transform, revolutionize and building again.
it is necessary to start paying attention to the direction concealed what appears to us as mere harmless words. I saw how Xuxa lyrics were heard in reverse invocation of the devil. Do not wait, time is now. You have to give a new meaning in life hell =) 
Until a few days I was a strong advocate of common sense, folk wisdom, the legacy that generations receive from our ancestors.
What better expression of this that proverbs: perfect synthesis of knowledge accumulated by people throughout history. Who can argue with a saying? Who can remain indifferent to his exact words, accurate, suitable for every occasion of life? Until a few days would have answered: no. But I have fallen sharply on account of the sayings that are evil and nefarious designs that can only lead to doom humanity to a higher than the already seen and experienced. The sayings are probably the creation of a visionary group of evil souls that have been configured with machiavellian perfection all the elements necessary to move the threads of human actions and ideas so that this network be tight weave that locks us, it crushes us dominates, exploits, squeeze us and let us die in terror: the world today. Do not believe me? So blind are so alienated? Do not succumb to the thoughtlessness painless lobotomy and custom. Open your eyes, sheepskin quitémosle the wolf stalking the future of humanity mercilessly gutting and see these examples:
"A bird in hand is worth flying" That which at first seems a saying is the first foundation of this consumer society, which prioritizes the "having" rather than "being" especially slavery consumption priority and ambition against the freedom to rise above the reality that a flock of birds to better future. Submissive sheep of the flock, we clutching a bird as a trophy, seeing as it is wide and infinite sky, and seeing that both take hold of the bird falters. Thus, we reach the end of our lives with empty hands, and a gnawing dissatisfaction that our true nature: the desire (now late, impossible) to freedom. Also include, the unsustainability of this model of consumer world, since both strive to have the bird itself, and stick for several generations, we have reached a critical point of ecological and environmental imbalance which apparently has no return. And this is so much they intend to support other sayings economic and social model, as if nothing happened: "A bad weather, good face," read as spellbound victims of floods, droughts and other climatic ills caused by not leaving released birds. "Let no one say of this water I drink" insist and drink water contaminated with heavy metals, chemicals and other industrial wastes.
with frightening consistency, we see this plot satanic sayings that surround us from another perspective: the rush, rush, the stress, life passes as if the bullet train, and upon reaching the last station is revealed as a couple of steps on the edge of a path that could have been happy and bright if we had devoted our time to live in harmony with nature and the universe, instead of devoting your life to hunt birds such as frantic running behind the birds, even pretend to fly, believing that Coke will really make our life more happy and all the other things we advertised. "When God helps early bird," a clear example of emotional blackmail. What kind of God would have this level of sadism to help only those who act against their own biorhythm up early? "Do not leave for tomorrow what you can do today, "a vague but effective method for 24 hours a day to be productive, because ..." today "can be a continuous present if we are dedicated to producing, to do ...
is impossible in this humble space analyze collective enlightenment countless sayings with malicious words have managed to get to this reality we live and suffer, but we can combat and reverse, transform, revolutionize and building again.
it is necessary to start paying attention to the direction concealed what appears to us as mere harmless words. I saw how Xuxa lyrics were heard in reverse invocation of the devil. Do not wait, time is now. You have to give a new meaning in life hell =)
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