Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Tawnee Stone Changing
(O Consciousness overwhelmed three pages)
The quiet is a relative good. While I enjoy a cup of tea after a remarkable evening with a good friend, with whom snuff smoke a pipe and drank a scotch 12 years, several things start to reread. Documents on my computer, loose papers on the desk, piles of feelings in notebooks, a tangle of memories walking through the cingulum and the rest of the crust.
In the rereading, especially because the last thing you put in this blog, I realized something. No peace, never in my life. I'm always on the edge of the knife, it does not matter how stable it seems that is, forever my life is a sustained spin on the end. Always turning, always standing, swaying and stumbling.
sometimes gives the impression of a noble firmness, a position worthy of a Prussian an oak or a stretched width Araucaria, extending in drink his arms toward the horizon, heaven, receiving and thanking. But it is not always so. Sometimes it takes a flexible stance dancer moves and gravity-defying, but certainly that has dropped thousands of times in the attempt. Of a willow, which pleased her hair swaying in the wind, or reed-playing limbo with time.
This looks wonderful. It sounds as if life was rigged, as if they were just wants to stay in such a way, enjoying the resort. But the need is not that the desire is not that, and therefore the quality is not.
The Prussian refer pain in the legs, back. But it does not support unrestricted in his life or his stop. Want to retirement, awkward sitting in a chair reading a book of novels, or watch the fire consume the logs in the fireplace. The oak is cracked, the Araucaria calls for a solution to difficult to get your nutrients, and the same, it stretches up to see if his prayer is heard better. For its part, the dancer is tired of the beatings, his joints hurt, your feet hurt, your cadence away with the enthusiasm of those who see it as graceful, and forget it instantly. And the sauce you want to have sparse hair, or not have them, for no longer hide her grief, or the junk you want to be more determined to face the wind that challenges you, that threatens it.
As always, I went by the winding paths of language. Where the comparison, the beauty of language takes precedence over the child screaming drives me to write. And perhaps the existence of a child that makes me uneasy thus, to live in this unstable equilibrium that drives me to live in a world full of handles, railings, of pans and media, while others Sometimes I can flaunt my balance, I have gained strength.
Because the child is naughty swanky goods you have. Boasting of his new gifts or skills, get in the face of the most unfortunate possession of attributes that are only a gift, be a consenting father of a lucky genetic or challenging mystery of God that has been misunderstood as a gift.
And I do not care to tell me I'm a crybaby. I have no real dilemmas of whom worry, that my life in the worst of terms is privileged, full of comfort that I'm not missing anything. But the child, What the hell cares what you think? Children may mourn and complain about what they want. If spoiled, as he is, may be all you want weeping, for it has been trained for long years to get what he wants in that way, to complain about the least to consider bad or harmful, or undesirable . Only this time there is no one listens, because nobody would be able to meet such deficiencies or to ignore these releases.
is so easy to talk in third person. You undress and violating any privacy in that it describes. You know you're the same, which is your own essence, leaving the ring, but still continue. You know it is you who will say Prussian, or dancer, or last child, or Marcel, or David, or Francisco. That the same are the ones who never forget anything, remember all the faces, each one will associate a particular smell, thanks to a privileged smell, a song for your music listening privileged. A feeling and color, thanks to a spirit that does not follow that instructed him (but do not know what s).
That love beyond what is permissible, do not forget that love, and never stop doing. You have no guts for many occasions, but your spare to others, many of which oppose, or worse, are correlated.
will never forget the beautiful teeth you know, those green eyes, the unique scent, voice, and the taste of your lips. The warmth of wool around your neck, the texture of your nails, the softness of her singing, the taste of your tears and the cold of the season. The light in your home, window and curtains. Facet that you saw in dreams with more clarity exists overwhelming, and never got to know.
not forget the last grace of the word, the whiteness of the skin, the warmth of the voice, the remarkable ability of her hands and unfocused. The existence of a girl matching itself. Their sentences, and how you found them. How much you deny that, and how much that confirmed it. It's easy to forget wisdom, how difficult understand. The desire to know the secret that he hid under the one inch that separated all the time. From everything I cursed the weather, the circumstances and your fearlessness, your lot of guts and your great cowardice. Damn you for not doing what is timely, and, simultaneously, to which also belonged, and all, again, for the dreamlike visions.
"You are a child who has behaved well so far, not because it is good, but because you are very moral. And now you want to behave badly because you got bored of being good, but you do not much because, basically, if you are " . Someone told me that I have seen twice in life. I just remember his face, but I can not remember his name. Hit me deep, I could not do more than nod, thank, with deep reverence.
the end, I was able to act out may have changed the fact that I will never forget such things, and others went in different areas of the past. May never stop loving those sad green eyes, who sang illusions that I never understood. That may not stop my love for who ever was within my reach, much as they thought, because they can not read well. After all, enough to "... and I Want You To Be Nothing More Than That" , right?
will never forget that afternoon in children so far not forget, as much as you want. I will never forget the loneliness of the crowd or the crowd in the desert. Do not forget to have right when he did not want, or I keep forever the unfounded anger of not fulfilling my whims.
knew That if coffee sweet, it was for sugar, not emotion, and that the account was more salty than what you felt at that moment. A carton is not worth it, but nothing worth it if it comes to silver. That Scholes et al. have nothing to do with you. That as much as your heart rests, always a lap given to the willingness of friendship. Those eyes, ultimately, you look like someone friendly.
What you're looking for is not how asked for it. You are desperate and wild, yet you are lucky and grace, though he renege. Always talk over the bill, but you are lucky enough to forgive you, or hide the error gracefully. You should apologize to your last saved.
I care a shit about fat Argentina and advice on how to write, or that school of idiots who swim at your own leisure, self-centeredness and self-aggrandizement. I give a ball that I read because I write at length, if the final day to read two thousand pats of 150 characters are no better than reading a great poop three pages with some dedication.
And I have repeated many times "that" and many times speak for myself as for him, that in the confusion, everything is clear now. Of course, do not fix anything of the fuzzy approach in language, it is precisely what gives it meaning.
The arrangement of unrest, as always, is a process that concerns me in a proactive mode, only active. I must do my share in a minute, but do not force the key to unlocking a door that is not your fit. Mature the child alone, or may never do it and stop bothering alone. Or continue to do so, but I used to be. After all, as we have fun, we only need to fill certain gaps and now, happiness around the corner, if total, I have fed basis points. Family things are clear (which may come in the future will be there), what I'm doing at the University
crest And when love tap on the door. If we open strong play if you bring a whiskey better. But if not, we know that will in some way. Here in the party like it is good, the child is intoxicated with itself, its thanks and its penalties. The envelope will not matter, not quality, will come in time, but we want to give a deadline. And when arrives, we will not give opportunity wasted , drink all the whiskey and we really get drunk. Perhaps not as mature, maybe not twelve years of aging. But we get drunk, wake up with a hangover correlated with its quality, and try to live according to that, the best.
hope that does not stray, that if, because of these tangled instructions.
Friday, June 18, 2010
2010 Investments In Pune
Because ... He said an echo
This Is What I Want To Avoid. And, as usual, when i think Avoiding That is Cowardice and stopped to do that, all the reasons to be coward appears.
Because cowardice it's an underrated quality. Because cowardice protects our most deep interests, and my most deep interest here was protecting you, not to cause you more troubles than the ones that you already have. (Protecting myself, not to cause me Even more troubles than the several ones that I already have) .
But, as always, I've got to be selfish, I've got to stop thinking and begin to speak as loud as I can, without taking care about what I was saying. And then, the mistakes begin to be committed.
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Menos mal que nunca mandé esto.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Lifefitness Fitnesstest
untimely
a corridor and two voices
traveling to a place in his memory common
But made sense, or time, or distance.
A voice started slow and breathy, sweeping the room
stealth meantime, the reason you lose a little
Meanwhile Another ran screaming your name
And he answered a eco untimely.
"There is no reason your cry, because he is old"
When it's time to say now?
If everything around you is crying without delay!
Now is a tangent, an infinitesimal point,
where yesterday and tomorrow are a shifting coastline
but clear enough to show the aftermath of its intersection
never learned to memories lead to oblivion
Oblivion is buried, the result is to transform, to understand and recreate
why voiceless cry because you are not able to hear
And how I can listen for the voices
itinerant me leave room for the resilience
As there shouting and whispering, mourn and weep, if there has been
one second to feel the depth.
time of the revolution is
Del man in love ...
technique cadavre Written by exquis María José ( @ Cotepina ) and Carlitos . 06/07/2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
How Long Does It Take For Colyte
Sunday in the prison
Sunday, June 7 10:23
Well I hit the pills, I could write relatively quiet early history with Pia, there came two years full of experiences of realizing that I will pass under my captivity, the last one that I have and trying to be a prisoner writer, people and circumstances that I have here are namely, Pia, Sofia, neglect of the administrator of the office of Manzanillo the famous Mr. Bueno and Alejandro Gomez alias "Humpty Dumpty", the ineffable Manzanillo customs agent who had While the destination to put in my path.
No negative fact that you can charge most circumstances it would be fool by others, (I use this term to take care of cleanliness in my writing and avoid saying stupid), but the negligence of a public servant, that from your desktop, and using subordinates to "no interference" and / or "to show their power" has damage ability for life to a human being, whose disadvantages are not rich, or have contacts is unforgivable. If this book goes on sale will have two objectives, the first is that I win a Lanit, and the second report to Mr. Manuel Bueno, General Manager of the Office of Manzanillo. Don Felipe hopefully not try to hide it, as does the Vatican with pedophile priests, through laws and regulations, which are nothing more than bureaucratic maze punishment to prevent such disastrous "servers" public. And you better stop because I'm "encaboronando", says Cato to Master (Armando Fuentes Aguirre), who for me, his only "but", is a believer.
Speaking to Chelsea, before she left, I remember he said something very wise in one of our meetings philosophical when I first had been issued (but not signed up) statement.
- "... and the bad thing is you do not believe in God, old man," he said seriously ...
- "True Chelito, I think now would"
- "Sure! you think I believe in the "skinny" (as he said to God), because I know it exists? ... no one has, I believe the reason I need it. Need to know that even a criminal, someone other than my mommy and my daughter loves me, someone who is not criminal like me. I do not care whether God exists or not, I'm interested to know that power protects me when I'm breaking a window or jumping a fence or looking for silver in a home to me many times I have shot dead, there, just We are "skinny and I am against the" cops "and" Ratis "(police), I need it to an accomplice, because of my fellow idiots are not much reliable. And the skinny ... "Is my best accessory."
- "Then bring me good provider ... as the Chelsea of" Giles "(victims) is not as effective as yours, but then, according to your theory, about which there is one God, does not work."
- "Ah Mexican belt, you're always taking crap, but now that you mention it, I've always said," everyone has their fate "(just my luck I have it and I have the luck of others), I think so is with God ... everyone has their God, "he said with certainty.
- "Oh my Chelo as theological ..."
- "So that Mexican asshole?"
asked - "Theological studying God as science," said ...
- "What I am going, if not I finished second grade," she recalled
- "You have heard that in the Bible, I do not know which part says "God created man in His image and likeness"? "
asked -" Well, if similar to Ricky Martin, if he would pull, but imagine the God of Perucho ... ja ja ja ja ...! "We laugh together remembering what it was unfortunate that Macario physically.
- "If ...", I said "ugly him and his God ... ugly, beautiful duet ..."
- "Pray that you want another in his image and likeness," said "a Perucho already have."
- "So what I think is, that man creates his god, according to their own needs ..." I said, trying to structure the sense that God was on the Cello ...
- "Yes, my god is a choro (offender ) the good, and yours as it would be Mexican? "
-" Mine would be my god ... how ...? if you need to create me a god ... "I said scratching my head, as if by this action would come the answer," click Chelo and put me think, I think you've hit the jackpot. No I believe in God because I do not need, if not, as all who believe because they have been reinforced for me that met my needs and to believe "is complete.
- "Tas pa la cagada Mexico, at least those whom we have to ask us out of here."
- "Yeah, but you see they do not comply ..."
- "They did not, as I'm going next month ..." she said hopefully.
- "You bastard, but that is no longer God is the judge or god so fucking slow and bureaucratic searched you ..." "I remember the day we went to the Catholic Mass, I asked because he had received communion ..."
reminded him - "Yes, and what came out" asshole "?"
- "Even as he sent the letter to the Human Rights Commission, asking for my freedom, he would exhaust every possible to achieve it. The Commission is asked to void my mind to God in communion asked him to take me out this Sunday, and you saw ... or your lights bastard. "
-" Ah yes, "he said with a laugh," you said clemency I do not know that other crap they were petitioning the court or the committees and parliaments, but you only care about God's miracles ... hahaha ... you are the Mexican shit. "
After all the wisdom that Chelsea and said not to name any author, was "I think out of necessity, there has their need to believe and others do not have, this need generates a lot of emotional attachments we have if I had the need to believe, would be by my desire that the dying can return to see my kids and family, almost all who believe, rely heavily on their need for God when they die are reunited with loved ones ... no accepted as finite beings, but I believe and what I sincerely believe that when you die it's all over, Borges said that the dead are ghosts that dwell in us, I think is the most that I can hope, that my quality of being finite slightly prolonged more after my death as a ghost dwelling in those who love me and remember, but it will be them, I ... I will no longer be or I will .... " Uta
now I nailed it again dissertations, Milla sang a very wise rola "probre of probre (sic) that the sky does not work ... so fuck here, fuck there." Undoubtedly one of the main functions of the church, the poor into believing that just as things are going wrong here I go beyond low-mother, so many ideas are repressed social transgressions, what would happen if they were told to the poor "Gentlemen, we have two stories, the first is good or bad, depending on take it and the second as the first, God does not exist, the second after this life there is nothing more than "Let It Go" not "party", "The mother of all naps."
food is coming ...
13:32
The food arrived, fried chicken, green beans and mashed potatoes cream for dessert a diazepam, then came the Cete for a game of chess, in the first game had not passed seven plays when I had no queen, I defended in the second over as the eighth goodbye queen, a rook and two bishops, in both games ... I gave
- "And now old, you bring concentrate!" Cete
ordered
- "It took me a diazepam" confessed
- "You have???, how are you???" he said as a child who has been advised of the presence of cookies in the house
- " I do not know, you want ...? "
asked -" If ... pulenta! Give me two ... "I checked
begged my reservations and gave him a ..." in the next pa old reason we take them together to estimate never again be a slaughter. "
Then I told him when I stopped.
- "Well, it is with what he was the day I caught ..." said diazepanes referring to.
- "How? Mexican pepo were you? "Asked surprised
-" Very pepo! "Confessed
-" And what happened? "
-" I do not remember much, was in a very elegant store, tried to commit the crime, I remember that I took a coffee and Sophie were in an office when I called the mess that had been, so when the police arrived I told him that she knew nothing, anyway handcuffed us and she was taken to Moreover, since that day I saw her again. "
-" Who is Sophia? "
-" The friend of my wife ... "
-" And do not fuck her? "Asked curiously
-" No ... "I confess
hurt -" Ah, that asshole you are old, and then ... what happened? "
-" I was put into a cell and slept, I do not know what day it was, I remember in my dreams that I was interrogated twice, but I do not remember about what, when I woke up and was in a cell Moabit a Russian. The police interrogated me at the trial and said he did not think it was the first time, because during the interrogation was very quiet and very nice. "I said
-" Click rati asshole! "said
-" Yeah, the stress came after me and I was not far away, but sometimes with the candy, "I said referring to benzodiazepines.
- "pa had the old shit ..."
- "Yes, it was bullshit ..." I agreed
- "Write it, is very funny ..."
- "Yes" I said gloomily, "I still cry when I laugh ... "
-" You say pure crap old ...
We lay another two games, I gave up both in the third but it would also guard came to stop this cowardly ...
earrings for today ... Formula 1 Turkey, Rolland Garros, Alina remember, Efren and Sebastian, lecture if I ran and love for the cataplines squat and scratch, as well, an hour's walk. 21:04
not had the nap tremendous hit me, not only just started the first set of the final of Roland Garros when "the bohemian fell in the tremendous nap ..." ... And to me awhile ago heard on the news that Federer finally won the famous French Open.
I note with concern that only took me 274 pages Journal-fiction, these serve and who knows how fast time goes by, if I started writing on 3 May, and was 8 ?..., and check ... was May 8 or June 7 will now 31-8 = 23 + 7 = 30 days, 30 days I wrote 276 pages, which are 276 30 ..., 9 leaves per day, few ... I have to go with the anecdotes . 
Sunday, June 7 10:23
Well I hit the pills, I could write relatively quiet early history with Pia, there came two years full of experiences of realizing that I will pass under my captivity, the last one that I have and trying to be a prisoner writer, people and circumstances that I have here are namely, Pia, Sofia, neglect of the administrator of the office of Manzanillo the famous Mr. Bueno and Alejandro Gomez alias "Humpty Dumpty", the ineffable Manzanillo customs agent who had While the destination to put in my path.
No negative fact that you can charge most circumstances it would be fool by others, (I use this term to take care of cleanliness in my writing and avoid saying stupid), but the negligence of a public servant, that from your desktop, and using subordinates to "no interference" and / or "to show their power" has damage ability for life to a human being, whose disadvantages are not rich, or have contacts is unforgivable. If this book goes on sale will have two objectives, the first is that I win a Lanit, and the second report to Mr. Manuel Bueno, General Manager of the Office of Manzanillo. Don Felipe hopefully not try to hide it, as does the Vatican with pedophile priests, through laws and regulations, which are nothing more than bureaucratic maze punishment to prevent such disastrous "servers" public. And you better stop because I'm "encaboronando", says Cato to Master (Armando Fuentes Aguirre), who for me, his only "but", is a believer.
Speaking to Chelsea, before she left, I remember he said something very wise in one of our meetings philosophical when I first had been issued (but not signed up) statement.
- "... and the bad thing is you do not believe in God, old man," he said seriously ...
- "True Chelito, I think now would"
- "Sure! you think I believe in the "skinny" (as he said to God), because I know it exists? ... no one has, I believe the reason I need it. Need to know that even a criminal, someone other than my mommy and my daughter loves me, someone who is not criminal like me. I do not care whether God exists or not, I'm interested to know that power protects me when I'm breaking a window or jumping a fence or looking for silver in a home to me many times I have shot dead, there, just We are "skinny and I am against the" cops "and" Ratis "(police), I need it to an accomplice, because of my fellow idiots are not much reliable. And the skinny ... "Is my best accessory."
- "Then bring me good provider ... as the Chelsea of" Giles "(victims) is not as effective as yours, but then, according to your theory, about which there is one God, does not work."
- "Ah Mexican belt, you're always taking crap, but now that you mention it, I've always said," everyone has their fate "(just my luck I have it and I have the luck of others), I think so is with God ... everyone has their God, "he said with certainty.
- "Oh my Chelo as theological ..."
- "So that Mexican asshole?"
asked - "Theological studying God as science," said ...
- "What I am going, if not I finished second grade," she recalled
- "You have heard that in the Bible, I do not know which part says "God created man in His image and likeness"? "
asked -" Well, if similar to Ricky Martin, if he would pull, but imagine the God of Perucho ... ja ja ja ja ...! "We laugh together remembering what it was unfortunate that Macario physically.
- "If ...", I said "ugly him and his God ... ugly, beautiful duet ..."
- "Pray that you want another in his image and likeness," said "a Perucho already have."
- "So what I think is, that man creates his god, according to their own needs ..." I said, trying to structure the sense that God was on the Cello ...
- "Yes, my god is a choro (offender ) the good, and yours as it would be Mexican? "
-" Mine would be my god ... how ...? if you need to create me a god ... "I said scratching my head, as if by this action would come the answer," click Chelo and put me think, I think you've hit the jackpot. No I believe in God because I do not need, if not, as all who believe because they have been reinforced for me that met my needs and to believe "is complete.
- "Tas pa la cagada Mexico, at least those whom we have to ask us out of here."
- "Yeah, but you see they do not comply ..."
- "They did not, as I'm going next month ..." she said hopefully.
- "You bastard, but that is no longer God is the judge or god so fucking slow and bureaucratic searched you ..." "I remember the day we went to the Catholic Mass, I asked because he had received communion ..."
reminded him - "Yes, and what came out" asshole "?"
- "Even as he sent the letter to the Human Rights Commission, asking for my freedom, he would exhaust every possible to achieve it. The Commission is asked to void my mind to God in communion asked him to take me out this Sunday, and you saw ... or your lights bastard. "
-" Ah yes, "he said with a laugh," you said clemency I do not know that other crap they were petitioning the court or the committees and parliaments, but you only care about God's miracles ... hahaha ... you are the Mexican shit. "
After all the wisdom that Chelsea and said not to name any author, was "I think out of necessity, there has their need to believe and others do not have, this need generates a lot of emotional attachments we have if I had the need to believe, would be by my desire that the dying can return to see my kids and family, almost all who believe, rely heavily on their need for God when they die are reunited with loved ones ... no accepted as finite beings, but I believe and what I sincerely believe that when you die it's all over, Borges said that the dead are ghosts that dwell in us, I think is the most that I can hope, that my quality of being finite slightly prolonged more after my death as a ghost dwelling in those who love me and remember, but it will be them, I ... I will no longer be or I will .... " Uta
now I nailed it again dissertations, Milla sang a very wise rola "probre of probre (sic) that the sky does not work ... so fuck here, fuck there." Undoubtedly one of the main functions of the church, the poor into believing that just as things are going wrong here I go beyond low-mother, so many ideas are repressed social transgressions, what would happen if they were told to the poor "Gentlemen, we have two stories, the first is good or bad, depending on take it and the second as the first, God does not exist, the second after this life there is nothing more than "Let It Go" not "party", "The mother of all naps."
food is coming ...
13:32
The food arrived, fried chicken, green beans and mashed potatoes cream for dessert a diazepam, then came the Cete for a game of chess, in the first game had not passed seven plays when I had no queen, I defended in the second over as the eighth goodbye queen, a rook and two bishops, in both games ... I gave
- "And now old, you bring concentrate!" Cete
ordered
- "It took me a diazepam" confessed
- "You have???, how are you???" he said as a child who has been advised of the presence of cookies in the house
- " I do not know, you want ...? "
asked -" If ... pulenta! Give me two ... "I checked
begged my reservations and gave him a ..." in the next pa old reason we take them together to estimate never again be a slaughter. "
Then I told him when I stopped.
- "Well, it is with what he was the day I caught ..." said diazepanes referring to.
- "How? Mexican pepo were you? "Asked surprised
-" Very pepo! "Confessed
-" And what happened? "
-" I do not remember much, was in a very elegant store, tried to commit the crime, I remember that I took a coffee and Sophie were in an office when I called the mess that had been, so when the police arrived I told him that she knew nothing, anyway handcuffed us and she was taken to Moreover, since that day I saw her again. "
-" Who is Sophia? "
-" The friend of my wife ... "
-" And do not fuck her? "Asked curiously
-" No ... "I confess
hurt -" Ah, that asshole you are old, and then ... what happened? "
-" I was put into a cell and slept, I do not know what day it was, I remember in my dreams that I was interrogated twice, but I do not remember about what, when I woke up and was in a cell Moabit a Russian. The police interrogated me at the trial and said he did not think it was the first time, because during the interrogation was very quiet and very nice. "I said
-" Click rati asshole! "said
-" Yeah, the stress came after me and I was not far away, but sometimes with the candy, "I said referring to benzodiazepines.
- "pa had the old shit ..."
- "Yes, it was bullshit ..." I agreed
- "Write it, is very funny ..."
- "Yes" I said gloomily, "I still cry when I laugh ... "
-" You say pure crap old ...
We lay another two games, I gave up both in the third but it would also guard came to stop this cowardly ...
earrings for today ... Formula 1 Turkey, Rolland Garros, Alina remember, Efren and Sebastian, lecture if I ran and love for the cataplines squat and scratch, as well, an hour's walk. 21:04
not had the nap tremendous hit me, not only just started the first set of the final of Roland Garros when "the bohemian fell in the tremendous nap ..." ... And to me awhile ago heard on the news that Federer finally won the famous French Open.
I note with concern that only took me 274 pages Journal-fiction, these serve and who knows how fast time goes by, if I started writing on 3 May, and was 8 ?..., and check ... was May 8 or June 7 will now 31-8 = 23 + 7 = 30 days, 30 days I wrote 276 pages, which are 276 30 ..., 9 leaves per day, few ... I have to go with the anecdotes .
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