I have never fully had appreciated the lyrics of this song as I do now….
Le gusta el Jalapeño, porque tiene el sabor mas picosito
I have never fully had appreciated the lyrics of this song as I do now….
I will not go quietly into the night
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence?
I ‘m one step away from lashing out at you.
You running your mouth when I'm not around it is easy to achieve, you cry to your weak friends that sympathize... I can you hear the sad violins playing your song…
You want in, just to get under my skin and call yourself a friend, if I had more friends like you; what would I do?
You can't be something you're not, just be yourself, by yourself and stay away from me.
What would you know about what it takes to be who I am, where I've been and where I am?
Are you talking to me? Is there no standard anymore?
No way punk!
There is a lesson learned in life that is known from the dawn of time: RESPECT walks...
So walk on home kid.
-Original lyrics by Pantera-
I ‘m one step away from lashing out at you.
You running your mouth when I'm not around it is easy to achieve, you cry to your weak friends that sympathize... I can you hear the sad violins playing your song…
You want in, just to get under my skin and call yourself a friend, if I had more friends like you; what would I do?
You can't be something you're not, just be yourself, by yourself and stay away from me.
What would you know about what it takes to be who I am, where I've been and where I am?
Are you talking to me? Is there no standard anymore?
No way punk!
There is a lesson learned in life that is known from the dawn of time: RESPECT walks...
So walk on home kid.
-Original lyrics by Pantera-
Beat that drum because Babylon is falling
I mean, yeah … fine... I needed to say something. So, there… What he said.
#postwithoutcontext
I was just about to write a crappy sad old post...
But my super power kicked in and saved the day!!
An Earthquake just happened!!!
I am so happy now!!
…See, I have come to the conclusion that: I have developed a super power. The power to summon earthquakes.
No…
I am not crazy.
See. Every so often, if I’m feeling; particularly stressed, I will start thinking about something exiting happening like an earthquake.
Nothing big. Like a magnitude 3 or 4. That’s it… just a jolt of adrenaline. Right?
And so, a few days later…
Earthquake!
But when it happens, I get soooo nervous. Like in a second a whole bunch of shit flashes through my eyes…
Should I run?
Should I not?
I mean I don’t wanna be the overly paranoid guy that runs with his family and the other people are looking a us like… WTF.
But, I neither wanna be the guy that ends under the building...
I got all this shit in my head. But then when it’s over…
Then I’m happy!!
So there.
Super power. Final answer!
I'm Traveler 3326
I've been in the 21st century for five weeks now, and I'm so. Fucking. Tired, I just wanna lie down and get high.
The other day, we saved the world… Now what do I do?
I was selected and trained to remember everything. Everything, dates, coordinates, candidates, people.
Every death; every single one.
But I can't even remember my own face, the face I was born with hundreds of years from now.
But I guess that's okay.
Because this is who I am now and I'd better get used to it, right?
I'm Philip, and I'm from the future.
The other day, we saved the world… Now what do I do?
I was selected and trained to remember everything. Everything, dates, coordinates, candidates, people.
Every death; every single one.
But I can't even remember my own face, the face I was born with hundreds of years from now.
But I guess that's okay.
Because this is who I am now and I'd better get used to it, right?
I'm Philip, and I'm from the future.
Testicles... 1...2
So I was about to sit down and chill in the mancave, when all of the sudden my wife calls… some douchebag was coming over to buy a couch… She wants me to fucking dry-clean the couch "real quick" and all this shit. I rudely decline her proposition and tell her to tell the guy to wait. And that was that… right?... wrong.
Now I’m like fuck it… my Zen has been ruined already… lets just vacuum the goddamn couch and at least I won’t be a COMPLETE dick to my wife… …OH, forgot to mention, I’m babysitting my 6 year old daughter and 12 year old nephew…
My daughter decides she wants to help… so I let her… turn around, get a beer, turn back around… find my kid pulling her own fucking hair with the goddamn vacuum cleaner!
-What are you doing! (Cue voice of Ronan the accuser from guardians of the galaxy) She just cracks up. I crack up!!!
Holly shit it was sooo funny.
There I was having this beautiful moment with my kid, doing something that I didn’t want to do… I don’t know what it means… but… it means something!
Then… my ex called, and ruined everything.
Fuck my life.
Now I’m like fuck it… my Zen has been ruined already… lets just vacuum the goddamn couch and at least I won’t be a COMPLETE dick to my wife… …OH, forgot to mention, I’m babysitting my 6 year old daughter and 12 year old nephew…
My daughter decides she wants to help… so I let her… turn around, get a beer, turn back around… find my kid pulling her own fucking hair with the goddamn vacuum cleaner!
-What are you doing! (Cue voice of Ronan the accuser from guardians of the galaxy) She just cracks up. I crack up!!!
Holly shit it was sooo funny.
There I was having this beautiful moment with my kid, doing something that I didn’t want to do… I don’t know what it means… but… it means something!
Then… my ex called, and ruined everything.
Fuck my life.
Rambling On
A mí no me gustaba Nirvana… No sé, así. Que no me gustaba… como que no entendía “esa” música…
A mí me gustaban las cosas más… eeh… “melódicas”. Yo no sé cómo explicarlo, pero coge cualquier metálico “old schooll” y si nació como del ‘82’ pa’tra y te va decir que no le gustaba Nirvana…
Uno estaba como pre-programado para estar más en sintonía con “the big 4” y bandas afines, y por ejemplo los que se fueron luego al “grunge”, yo diría que todos, se fueron del lado “Alice In Chains” y ese lado.... El lado de “Nirvana" siempre fue como que lo’ ma’ “chamaquito”.
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…Tu sabe que yo tenía?... Un cuaderno de esos grandote, de cátedra, dique con recorte de periódico y noticia de artistas y fotos. Me acuerdo que cuando pusieron Internet entonces imprimía las noticias y las fotos de los artistas y las pegaba ahí dique pa’ guardarlo…. tenía dique la sección de las artistas que estaban “buenas” entonces tenía a Shirley Mason… a Alanis y dique hasta Jewel ‘taba ahí!!! jajajajaajja!!!... diablo dique Jewel, que maldita risaaa jajajajajajajaja!!!! Aquí ‘toy yo malo!!! Jajaja!!!...Ay dio, uno si hacia carajitada!!
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Una vaina que fue asperísima. Cuando papi y mami me compraron la batería…
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(Suena Champagne Super Nova)
Diaaaaabloo a mi si me gustaba esa canción… champagne supernova…esa era dique la canción nostálgica…
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Toda mi vida yo siempre me he imaginado como que es una película!, así tipo The Truman show…
Como que mi vida no es suficientemente interesante???!!! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?!?!?!?!?
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Mierda!, y ahora yo pensando… debe ser muy fuerte dique tener que buscar el mejor abogado penalista dique porque un hijo tuyo mato un carajito…. Esa vaina suena como una locura!! Dio me libre de una vaina así…
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Tú te imagina que te salga tu suegra en tinder!? Y tu sabe que si te salió a ti tú le va a salí o ya le saliste!!
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Ya me dio sueño ... bye
A mí me gustaban las cosas más… eeh… “melódicas”. Yo no sé cómo explicarlo, pero coge cualquier metálico “old schooll” y si nació como del ‘82’ pa’tra y te va decir que no le gustaba Nirvana…
Uno estaba como pre-programado para estar más en sintonía con “the big 4” y bandas afines, y por ejemplo los que se fueron luego al “grunge”, yo diría que todos, se fueron del lado “Alice In Chains” y ese lado.... El lado de “Nirvana" siempre fue como que lo’ ma’ “chamaquito”.
.
…Tu sabe que yo tenía?... Un cuaderno de esos grandote, de cátedra, dique con recorte de periódico y noticia de artistas y fotos. Me acuerdo que cuando pusieron Internet entonces imprimía las noticias y las fotos de los artistas y las pegaba ahí dique pa’ guardarlo…. tenía dique la sección de las artistas que estaban “buenas” entonces tenía a Shirley Mason… a Alanis y dique hasta Jewel ‘taba ahí!!! jajajajaajja!!!... diablo dique Jewel, que maldita risaaa jajajajajajajaja!!!! Aquí ‘toy yo malo!!! Jajaja!!!...Ay dio, uno si hacia carajitada!!
.
Una vaina que fue asperísima. Cuando papi y mami me compraron la batería…
.
(Suena Champagne Super Nova)
Diaaaaabloo a mi si me gustaba esa canción… champagne supernova…esa era dique la canción nostálgica…
.
Toda mi vida yo siempre me he imaginado como que es una película!, así tipo The Truman show…
Como que mi vida no es suficientemente interesante???!!! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?!?!?!?!?
.
Mierda!, y ahora yo pensando… debe ser muy fuerte dique tener que buscar el mejor abogado penalista dique porque un hijo tuyo mato un carajito…. Esa vaina suena como una locura!! Dio me libre de una vaina así…
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Tú te imagina que te salga tu suegra en tinder!? Y tu sabe que si te salió a ti tú le va a salí o ya le saliste!!
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Ya me dio sueño ... bye
D is for Diamond!
People get so over complicated when buying diamond engagement rings...
Honestly that is not the most complicated thing to do. Just decide how much you want to spend. Now personally I prefer a bigger shinier stone, and I know that is where people get confused with the price.
But … How much should I spend, you ask?
Well, if you are part of the so called “top 1%” then you don’t have to worry, just go to Tiffany’s and pick the one you like. Done!
But if you are just a working class Joe, then I’d say about 2k or 2100 will get you a decent stone, *bear in mind that the actual ring you will set this stone in, it can be an extra 200 - 500 bucks.
And then find the right balance of carats, color, imperfections and cut… Sounds complicated but it’s not, usually you will compromise carats first. Go from 0.5 to as close as you can get to 1.0 which it does not necessarily mean a bigger or smaller stone it will just mean that the stone is heavier, but yeah you will see a slight change in size…
Then compromise the color. It won’t matter that is not a perfect white stone as long as it’s not flat out yellow, if the imperfections are minimal to none existent and the cut is as perfect as you can afford then a teeny tiny hint of yellow won’t do any harm.
But if you want a perfect white, then compromise the imperfections, by imperfections they mean very very small spots inside the diamond; it’s like the diamond’s birth marks. Some people will compromise the cut for a flawless diamond, but a badly cut diamond won’t shine as bright.
It can have all the “imperfections” and it can be yellow but a perfectly cut diamond will shine no matter what. That is the whole point of a diamond. SHINING!
Last but very important… certify your diamond! Spend that extra 300 bucks it will be worth it.
Don't know why I felt the need to explain this, historical context I guess.
*This will only apply if you are buying the diamond and the ring separately which is the long way around it but all thing being equal, take the shorter rout and buy the ring WITH the stone included, same principles of the stone selection apply, remember the diamond is the most important part of the ring.
Honestly that is not the most complicated thing to do. Just decide how much you want to spend. Now personally I prefer a bigger shinier stone, and I know that is where people get confused with the price. But … How much should I spend, you ask?
Well, if you are part of the so called “top 1%” then you don’t have to worry, just go to Tiffany’s and pick the one you like. Done!
But if you are just a working class Joe, then I’d say about 2k or 2100 will get you a decent stone, *bear in mind that the actual ring you will set this stone in, it can be an extra 200 - 500 bucks.
And then find the right balance of carats, color, imperfections and cut… Sounds complicated but it’s not, usually you will compromise carats first. Go from 0.5 to as close as you can get to 1.0 which it does not necessarily mean a bigger or smaller stone it will just mean that the stone is heavier, but yeah you will see a slight change in size…
Then compromise the color. It won’t matter that is not a perfect white stone as long as it’s not flat out yellow, if the imperfections are minimal to none existent and the cut is as perfect as you can afford then a teeny tiny hint of yellow won’t do any harm.
But if you want a perfect white, then compromise the imperfections, by imperfections they mean very very small spots inside the diamond; it’s like the diamond’s birth marks. Some people will compromise the cut for a flawless diamond, but a badly cut diamond won’t shine as bright.
It can have all the “imperfections” and it can be yellow but a perfectly cut diamond will shine no matter what. That is the whole point of a diamond. SHINING!
Last but very important… certify your diamond! Spend that extra 300 bucks it will be worth it.
Don't know why I felt the need to explain this, historical context I guess.
*This will only apply if you are buying the diamond and the ring separately which is the long way around it but all thing being equal, take the shorter rout and buy the ring WITH the stone included, same principles of the stone selection apply, remember the diamond is the most important part of the ring.
Ah, well... Chreerio
So, I’m reading all my posts and... uh... let’s say, “Became aware” that I haven’t really written anything.
My posts are pretty much empty rants about not having anything to say (see what just happened there? That is a double negative) and it seems to me that this gives out the impression that I'm empty and I think that makes me look bad.
Well I am here to tell you that that is not the case, I have tons to say, is just that every time I start writing something too deep, too personal, I end up not posting it… I worry that no one wants to read about someone else’s problems… people want to be entertained!
So in the hopes of being “funny” or “entertaining”, if you will, I end up with the same empty post full of bad words ‘cuz I tend to have a potty mouth.
Any who, just wanted to say that.
My posts are pretty much empty rants about not having anything to say (see what just happened there? That is a double negative) and it seems to me that this gives out the impression that I'm empty and I think that makes me look bad.
Well I am here to tell you that that is not the case, I have tons to say, is just that every time I start writing something too deep, too personal, I end up not posting it… I worry that no one wants to read about someone else’s problems… people want to be entertained!
So in the hopes of being “funny” or “entertaining”, if you will, I end up with the same empty post full of bad words ‘cuz I tend to have a potty mouth.
Any who, just wanted to say that.
Fucking Sangrias
Whenever someone says “bomb” or “ time” or something like that I can’t help but think about the song “tik-tok” by ke$sha
“Wake up in the morning feeling like p.didy Grab my glasses, I'm out the door; I'm gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back”
That song is funny, reminds me of a girl I used to know.
“Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
Somebody
Now you're just somebody that I used to know”
A song by Gotye, this one reminds me of no one in particular… but still funny…
Today I’m drunk, does it show? which means 2 things or 3, maybe:
One
I can’t type for shit…. Not that I do much misspell, but more that I stick my mutton chops in the wrong fucking key all the time… so I take twice as long to write a fucking post… plus… when I spell check I might miss one or two things even if it haves the little red line underneath
Two
I might ramble for too long about something, if I ever get to any point!
Three
I don’t know yet… but ill think of something!
So, I’ve been told that I’m a ticking time bomb…
And I don’t know where I was going with this…
I was gonna post something about something, but now, I forgot…
Whatever, laterz!
By the way, I used to say “laterz” waaaay before that asshole “Christian Grey” said it on “that” book… so SUCK IT!
Now i have a headache.
“Wake up in the morning feeling like p.didy Grab my glasses, I'm out the door; I'm gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back”
That song is funny, reminds me of a girl I used to know.
“Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
Somebody
Now you're just somebody that I used to know”
A song by Gotye, this one reminds me of no one in particular… but still funny…
Today I’m drunk, does it show? which means 2 things or 3, maybe:
One
I can’t type for shit…. Not that I do much misspell, but more that I stick my mutton chops in the wrong fucking key all the time… so I take twice as long to write a fucking post… plus… when I spell check I might miss one or two things even if it haves the little red line underneath
Two
I might ramble for too long about something, if I ever get to any point!
Three
I don’t know yet… but ill think of something!
So, I’ve been told that I’m a ticking time bomb…
And I don’t know where I was going with this…
I was gonna post something about something, but now, I forgot…
Whatever, laterz!
By the way, I used to say “laterz” waaaay before that asshole “Christian Grey” said it on “that” book… so SUCK IT!
Now i have a headache.
2016
Why am I bloggin’ again? Not sure. I’ve been wanting to for a while now. I’ve always wanted to be able to write consistently, but is so hard when you think no one is reading, this is really a cry out for attention. Why else would anyone just write stuff on a website?
I read the latest post from my homie “Girl from Santiago” and thought to myself, I can do that! I can “not care” if anyone is reading or not, just type and see what happens… but, yet again, I find myself at some sort of crossroads… should I blog in English or Spanish and most important of all what the fuck am I gonna blog about? The second one is kind of an easy fix, I mean, I’m just rambling right now with no direction at all… my hands are just “vomiting”, if you will, whatever my mind is saying.
SO! Second problem solved, now to the firs one (like a true dumb-minican, start from the finish and improvise). You would think that, obviously, I decided to blog in English, but I didn’t. It’s just my default thinking language. Why? You ask. I have no idea; it’s just been like that since forever… I’ve taken some shit over the years because of that; so much that I’ve become self-conscious of it.
So you see, it’s not a superfluous decision that I have to make here… oh, and by the way take into account that my syntax is perfect both in English and Spanish (*cough, *cough, Mr. Literary Genius here. *wink, *wink)
Any who… I still have no idea where I was going with this… OH! RIGHT! I really, really wanna blog about interesting things or at the very least entertaining things but as soon as I start typing whatever I was going to say gets old and boring. Like this post. So… stay tuned maybe I’ll blog in Spanish next time, who knows maybe I’ll Google translate something into mandarin on some shit.
P.S
Have you noticed that I say “So” a lot? I don’t know why.
At least the ellipses (those 3 little dots I use wherever) I consciously misuse them; I use them to illustrate a pause when my brain needs a second to “absorb” more blood and keep on rambling. Like so...
Random...
I've worn out always being afraid of that endless stream of fear that I've made; treading water full of worry...
My shine wore off as time wore on, I ain't no nice guy after all...
Now Your Nightmare Comes to Life
You should have known the price of evil, and it hurts to know that you belong here...
No one to call, everybody to fear. Your tragic fate is looking so clear, oh yeah..
#postwithoutcontext
No one to call, everybody to fear. Your tragic fate is looking so clear, oh yeah..
#postwithoutcontext
And That's that...
He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man...
#postwithoutcontext
#postwithoutcontext
Never Forget
Hate... People try to avoid hate, people try to get rid of it and there are some that say it’s bad…
Me… I like hate, hate keeps me on point, prevents me to forget and prevents me to put myself in the same situation all over again.
Hate, hate allows me to thrive.
Hate... that feeling deep inside that tells you, you where done wrong and there is no way in hell is gonna happen again…
Hate… you can deal with it however you choose, but hang to it, hang to it hard, refuse to let it go just like you refuse to throw away that old pair of jeans because you think some day you will fit in them again…
Hate… hate is good, hate makes you remember.
Hate.
Me… I like hate, hate keeps me on point, prevents me to forget and prevents me to put myself in the same situation all over again.
Hate, hate allows me to thrive.
Hate... that feeling deep inside that tells you, you where done wrong and there is no way in hell is gonna happen again…
Hate… you can deal with it however you choose, but hang to it, hang to it hard, refuse to let it go just like you refuse to throw away that old pair of jeans because you think some day you will fit in them again…
Hate… hate is good, hate makes you remember.
Hate.
In the Rum We Trust
Never trust a man who doesn’t drink. Because he’s probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They’re the judges, the meddlers.
Never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself.
But, sometimes, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet, the chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It’s damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he’s heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
-James Arthur Crumley - The Wrong Case (1975)
Never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself.
But, sometimes, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet, the chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It’s damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he’s heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
-James Arthur Crumley - The Wrong Case (1975)
Order must be restored
• Stop talking about where you went to college.
• Rebel from business casual. Burn your khakis and wear a suit or jeans.
• It’s ok to trade the possibility of your 80s and 90s for more guaranteed fun in your 20s and 30s.
• Never stay out after midnight three nights in a row… Unless something really good comes up on the third night.
• You will probably regret your tattoos.
• Never date an ex of your friend.
• Join Twitter; become your own curator of information.
• If riding the bus doesn’t incentivize you to improve your station in life, nothing will.
• Time is too short to do your own laundry.
• When the bartender asks, you should already know what you want to drink.
• Hookers aren’t cool, but remember, the free ones are a lot more expensive.
• When people don’t invite you to a party, you really shouldn’t go. And sometimes even when you are invited, you shouldn’t go.
• People are tired of you being the funny, drunk guy.
• When in doubt, always kiss the girl. Endure the occasional slap.
• Tip more than you should.
• You probably use your mobile phone too often and at the wrong moments.
• Buy expensive sunglasses. Superficial? Yes, but so are the women judging you. And it tells these women you appreciate nice things and are responsible enough not to lose them.
• Do 50 push-ups, sit-ups, and dips before you shower each morning.
•Have a night out for yourself.
• Be a regular at more than one bar.
• Act like you’ve been there before. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the end zone at the Super Bowl or on a private plane.
• A glass of wine or two with lunch will not ruin your day.
• No selfies. Aspire to experience photo-worthy moments in the company of a beautiful woman.
• Own a handcrafted shotgun. It’s a beautiful thing.
• There’s always another level. Just be content knowing that you are still better off than most who have ever lived.
• You can get away with a lot more if you’re the one buying the drinks.
• Ask for a salad instead of fries.
• Don’t split a check. But if you must use your better judgement.
• Pretty women who are unaccompanied, more often than not, want you to talk to them. Endure the occasional bitch.
• When a bartender buys you a round, tip double.
• Be spontaneous.
• Find a Times New Roman in the streets and a Wingdings in the sheets. She exists.
• Piercings are liabilities in fights.
• Do not use an electric razor.
• Desserts are for women. Order one and pretend you don’t mind that she’s eating yours.
• Buy a tuxedo before you are 30. Stay that size.
• One girlfriend at a time is probably enough.
• #StopItWithTheHastags.
• Your ties should be rolled and placed in a sectioned tie drawer.
• Throw parties. But have someone else clean up the next day.
• Measure yourself only against your previous self.
• Take more pictures. With a camera.
• Your clothes do not match. They go together.
• Yes, of course you have to buy her dinner.
• Staying angry is a waste of energy. But if it makes you thrive, more power to you.
• If she expects the person you are 20% of the time, 100% of the time, then she doesn’t want you.
• Always bring a bottle of something to the party.
• Don’t use the word “closure” or ever expect it in real life.
• If you are wittier than you are handsome, avoid loud clubs.
• Date women outside your social set. You’ll be surprised, and they will be too.
• If it’s got velvet ropes and lines, walk away unless you know someone.
• You cannot have a love affair with whiskey because whiskey will never love you back. Or rum for that matter.
• If you believe in evolution, you should know something about how it works.
• No-one cares if you are offended, so stop it.
• Never take an ex back. She tried to do better and is settling with you.
• Eating out alone can be magnificent. Find a place where you can sit at the bar.
• Read more. It allows you to borrow someone else’s brain, and will make you more interesting at a dinner party — provided that you don’t initiate conversation with, “So, who are you reading…”
• Ignore the boos. They usually come from the cheap seats.
• Don’t gamble if losing $US100 is going to piss you off.
• Remember, “rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men.”
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The List
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Tattoos
Piercings. Nose rings, Yo!
Glasses
Brunettes
Redheads
Blondes, weak on the knees for blondes
The ass
The thighs is all about the thighs
Sundresses
Yoga pants
Boy shorts
Fishnets
Laces
Pump
heels
Boots
Leather
Whips
Belts
Ropes
Chains
Hand cuffs
Vampire girls
Goth girls
Good girls
Bad girls, oh the bad girls................
Tattoos
Piercings. Nose rings, Yo!
Glasses
Brunettes
Redheads
Blondes, weak on the knees for blondes
The ass
The thighs is all about the thighs
Sundresses
Yoga pants
Boy shorts
Fishnets
Laces
Pump
heels
Boots
Leather
Whips
Belts
Ropes
Chains
Hand cuffs
Vampire girls
Goth girls
Good girls
Bad girls, oh the bad girls................
Post-Data
There comes a point in life where you have been hurt so many times and/or for so long, that "hurting" becomes your normal state...
you don't even numb up, you just get used to the pain. Anything else is just odd....
Y Ahora Otro Poema Mas....
...Pero nada de eso importa porque la comida también se convierte en pupú...
Thursday
Never a moment of peace... of all the people that get killed daily in this world, and you... you keep on breathing....
Just saying
Sometimes people cry not because they are weak, but because they've been strong for too long!!
I keep Singing
Sick of this life... Not that you'd care; I'm not the only one with whom these feelings I share.
Nobody understands quite why we're here, we're searchin' for answers that never appear; but maybe if I looked real hard I'd see your tryin' too, to understand this life, that we're all goin' through...
Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse
-Axl-
Nobody understands quite why we're here, we're searchin' for answers that never appear; but maybe if I looked real hard I'd see your tryin' too, to understand this life, that we're all goin' through...
Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse
-Axl-
Just Venting
You've been livin' hell to me, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and you've scarred me thru an' thru.
I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man; what good do you think you do?
Do you think that I'll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart and mind and you warp my soul, your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.
May you rot and burn in hell, may your walls fall and may I live to tell, may all the world forget you ever stood and the whole world regret you did no good.
Exerts from San Quentin by Johnny Cash
I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man; what good do you think you do?
Do you think that I'll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart and mind and you warp my soul, your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.
May you rot and burn in hell, may your walls fall and may I live to tell, may all the world forget you ever stood and the whole world regret you did no good.
Exerts from San Quentin by Johnny Cash
Laundry Day
Soy yo la unica persona en el mundo que no se encuentra con dinero en los bolsillos de la ropa sucia?
8
El ocho es un número difícil de “escribir”... o será mi dislexia que me impide escribirlo (?) con la misma facilidad, que... bueno, digamos... el seis, por ejemplo.
Hasta he pensado que puede ser algo crónico, porque por más que lo intento simplemente no puedo escribir el maldito ocho... 1234567ooooooochhhhhoooo910111213141516171ooooooochhhhhhooooo....
El cerebro se detiene a pensar, aprieto el lápiz, presiono fuertemente contra el papel, respiro hondo, y... cuuuuurrrvita hacia abaaaaaajooooo... cuuuurrrviitaaa hacia arrrrrriiiiiiiiibaaa...
Y ahí está, todo doblado y feo...
El 8.
Seguramente si pudieran verme, hasta saco la lengua como todo un buen retrasado mental...
Y lo más patético es que ni siquiera que lo intente hacer con las dos bolitas… como quiera tengo que detener el mundo para hacer los circulitos uno arriba de otro porque sino queda uno aquí y el otro en el final de la página…
Na, eso era todo...
Solo quería quejarme del oooooochhhhhhhoo.
Hasta he pensado que puede ser algo crónico, porque por más que lo intento simplemente no puedo escribir el maldito ocho... 1234567ooooooochhhhhoooo910111213141516171ooooooochhhhhhooooo....
El cerebro se detiene a pensar, aprieto el lápiz, presiono fuertemente contra el papel, respiro hondo, y... cuuuuurrrvita hacia abaaaaaajooooo... cuuuurrrviitaaa hacia arrrrrriiiiiiiiibaaa...
Y ahí está, todo doblado y feo...
El 8.
Seguramente si pudieran verme, hasta saco la lengua como todo un buen retrasado mental...
Y lo más patético es que ni siquiera que lo intente hacer con las dos bolitas… como quiera tengo que detener el mundo para hacer los circulitos uno arriba de otro porque sino queda uno aquí y el otro en el final de la página…
Na, eso era todo...
Solo quería quejarme del oooooochhhhhhhoo.
Y Ahora un Poema
Inclínese hacia delante...
Recuéstese boca abajo...
Relájese...
Sosténgase fuerte...
Termómetro rectal...
Empuje...
Mas adentro...
Recuéstese boca abajo...
Relájese...
Sosténgase fuerte...
Termómetro rectal...
Empuje...
Mas adentro...
Shit You Wish You Could Say At Work!
1. Ahhh...I see the fuck-up fairy has visited us again...
2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
3. How about never? Is never good for you?
4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.
6. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
7. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message...
8. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
9. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.
10. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
11. I like you. You remind me of me when I was young and stupid.
12. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
13. I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.
14. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
15. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
16. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
17. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
18. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
19. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
20. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
21. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
22. Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
23. No, my powers can only be used for good.
24. You sound reasonable... Time to up the medication.
25. Who me? I just wander from room to room.
2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
3. How about never? Is never good for you?
4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.
6. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
7. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message...
8. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
9. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.
10. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
11. I like you. You remind me of me when I was young and stupid.
12. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
13. I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.
14. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
15. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
16. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
17. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
18. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
19. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
20. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
21. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
22. Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
23. No, my powers can only be used for good.
24. You sound reasonable... Time to up the medication.
25. Who me? I just wander from room to room.
I HATE Fucking Suck-ups
A turkey was chatting with a bull.
"I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."
"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients."
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.
He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.
Moral of the story: Bull shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.
"I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."
"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients."
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.
He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.
Moral of the story: Bull shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.
What the Fuck
Well only god knows why the fuck I decided to create yet another useless
blog.
For one, no one will read it, ‘cause people are too fucking lazy to read anything more than 150 characters. Two, I NEVER EVER know what to write… I start off like, when a hyperactive dog sees a tennis ball… but by the time I finish the ever ending “setup” of the webpage I’m already fresh out of ideas as of what to write and why the fuck am I “creating” this shit…
Third, well… this is why I end up with this piece of shit post…
Whatever, keep tuning in maybe I’ll have something even remotely interesting to say… someday.
For one, no one will read it, ‘cause people are too fucking lazy to read anything more than 150 characters. Two, I NEVER EVER know what to write… I start off like, when a hyperactive dog sees a tennis ball… but by the time I finish the ever ending “setup” of the webpage I’m already fresh out of ideas as of what to write and why the fuck am I “creating” this shit…
Third, well… this is why I end up with this piece of shit post…
Whatever, keep tuning in maybe I’ll have something even remotely interesting to say… someday.
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