Friday, December 31, 2010
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Saturday, December 18, 2010
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Ingriedients To The Soaps Dawn And Palm Olive.
That their voices resonate strongly among so much poverty and neglect. The theme of this song always present despite the years.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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Friday, December 3, 2010
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No need to alarm: e l year 2011 will be my resurrection. Nevertheless, Phoenix. Today I present a new release dogmatic and visionary, an axiom indelibly with the passage of time, I will bring benefits and awards that are still incalculable. He called this new illustration divine as "Theory of Adaptation organs following Asensoriales Communicative Avatars" from now on © TAOCACA or refer to it in scientific circles, the theory of My shit. Iluminaos and not be ashamed if you want to run a genuflect to show respect and admiration in front of your computer screens.
Publication interested in my theory
Preface: The actual communication is in the process of decline. Orality attacks are constant.
Thesis: Oral communication is dead. Mutations arising from it are falling. Rationale
Theory: During my research I have come to see cases in which two people were trying, with difficulty, have a conversation and seeing increased silence and tension, with a farewell agreed:
- Well, after I send an e -mail.
- Yes, better.
How better? Best, my balls. What could be better than a loud exchange between two people willing to understand? One voice cazallera, embellishing it with sputum end and the other with the trickle of high-pitched voice and certainly nasal, or attack someone with verbiage and fond of discussing with someone shot salivary stutterer. There are a thousand examples. Well forget, talking is going to end. This new trend of shaping Gutenberg text all have serious implications on human evolutionary mutations. Facts and consequences
: I stopped going to the dentist. Nothing new New Year's resolutions or anything. I just adapt to the future before anyone else. Hamijos, teeth, tongue, palate and whole mouth, including strings, and will serve us no more. And is that the first single, fatal consequence that collects © TAOCACA involves terrible facial and cranial modifications. Consist of a drastic reduction of mouth opening until it is in a miserable huequecito. After years of talking little, evil and never will be finished to seal our lips foreva, releasing only a millimeter space. The human body is smart and uses what is not broken.
did not use the brain and broken
Consequently, dentists commit suicide en masse to see how humanity accumulates in the hollow teeth facial useless but can not access them, and so the teeth are rotting and will be replaced by gum. You think, what about food? And I will answer, not platitudes. When this regression consolidate oral, food intake will be in liquid form, sometimes with straw, sometimes intravenously. Can you imagine the tragedy? A T-bone steak in a chute? It is an infamous attack to the bedrock principles of this, my blog and, by extension, of good taste.
In this regard, another popular concerns that can create mass hysteria is the ingestion of beer. It is a drama, not continue reading if you are sensitive: the disappearance of oral communication, interaction between people is reduced to procreation or murder, look what life will be Mannerist. Thus, the ears lose much of its value and wane to disappear leaving an empty in our skull that will serve bottles opener. That's the only advantage that will provide us with the loss of orality. Open beer and drink it by ear without getting wet foam mustache or directly through a vein. The last straw.
"I want steak and beer"
I have already taken this example in my blog. Do not call me a hypocrite or demagogue, no, do not. I do not use any electronic device to expose the © TAOCACA. Right now I dictate these words to a scribe and so I stop my mouth reduction. What does yours? ¿Los escribanos no tienen derechos? Me da igual, con lo que cobra, ya se implantará una boca biónica.
En defensa del chuletón y la cerveza, hablen, por Dios.
Monday, November 29, 2010
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Amiga
not leave our path, is a warm and full of light .
Despite the changes, with dark clouds , Take my hand, and walk without fear. Now the road
brings sorrow and sadness, the rain dampen your soul, do not worry is just a short shower as well.
I also walked among storms, occasional support flood, but friends nonetheless I'm still here,
passing between the stones of the road.
You are with me, you will not miss , despite the fog.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Can You Saffron Indoors?
Maria,
a week ago today that is no longer with us.
accepted life as a right. We believe that we own and not lose it until we are old, and we were wrong.
Life is a loan, and whoever is pulling the strings, call it in this case Hazar, chance, luck, etc., Ignores our wishes and our needs. When deemed appropriate, and without notice in many cases, cancel the contract.
Saturday canceled your contract in a violent, unexpected, painful and absurd.
Every weekend there is news of motorcyclists killed on the road, but on Saturday it was you, Mary. It was you.
This time the accident was not anonymous to us. It was you.
Your name, your face, your smile, your grace, your youth.
And everything is different now. Incomprehensibly different.
Your parents, without you.
Your husband injured in a hospital and without you.
Your dog, now sleeping next to me, without you.
Your friends, without you.
I am without.
I read once that the gods choose to youth. Were undoubtedly jealous of your full life, your beauty, your love and joy and I wanted to do.
Dawn every day and stay alive among all the dangers that threaten us is a miracle. Your daily miracles ended Saturday, Mary.
Do not forget easily. The green glow of your eyes and your smile will dazzle us every time we think of you.
A kiss, wherever you are.
Lola
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Woke Up Knees Hurting
There is a campaign of "Doctors without borders", which I would like to know, is genuine, close and supportive.
The idea is to spread a message of helping the sick world's forgotten. Act directly to relieve the pain of others, in a simple and accessible. We just have to go to the nearest pharmacy and buy the "other people's pain pills." Only cost a euro and the package are 6 sugar-free mints. Each candy is an aid for every disease, including malaria, plates, tuberculosis, Kalara, AIDS and disease sleep.
In this way we self-medicate, looking for some relief in consciousness, knowing that we can help and encourage others help. The more pills
buy more patients were cured and us is we have a good taste, the taste of mint solidarity.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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already kicked out, the ads started the holiday season.
Before it was sweet and sentimental, I still remember the ad jingle
tear par excellence, the mother thought of his son's strange because this far and suddenly surprise, they embrace with excitement and while listening to the Famous letter to all of us to mourn "back, back home for Christmas." There was no shortage of "famous dolls, which were walking towards the portal and butter in the pan with the fireplace in the background.
Now the ads have a very different message, luxury and sex appeal to sell the most expensive perfumes and the most glittering stars of the art scene. Are also heralded as the year, all telephone operators, offering the ultimate in high technology in a frantic race to see who deceives us better. And then there are those of the "anti-aging creams" are all magic and if true what they say would not have one or a wrinkle. In this society it is forbidden to be old and we have to pretend that time does not pass or at least we were not noticing.
With this scenario, every day stand less ads on TV.
Monday, November 1, 2010
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Esta mañana me he vuelto a despertar, como cada año, por culpa de la conversación de dos señoras ancianas al lado de mi nicho.
- Pues yo le he traído crisantemos, Carmencita.
- Esos ya están pasados de moda, Josefina.
- A mi Honorio le encantaban.
- ¿A tu Honorio? De moda, pasados están. Pasados.
- Ay, Honorio, en el cielo estarás bien.
- Not much because you will see the chrysanthemums from above, Josefina - This last, let go a bit so bajini.
And all the while until I've had my fill and have issued guttural sound from beyond the classic fright-ladies who have not attended too.
- Well it seems to be rain, Josefina.
- I thought I had gas. What a shame, chrysanthemums will be lost.
- I'm Josephine, I have to do the lentils and then did not come to church.
- What a shame.
- Well, it's okay if it's already started.
- Chrysanthemums.
- With God, Josefina. With God.
- Goodbye, Honorio, until next year, if I.
- Ay ... Josephine, who I have little to some.
- A all time comes to all.
And every November 1st hordes of seniors passed the cemetery to bring flowers to everyone. Do not stretch much, just once a year, lest they hit something. They put the suit on Sunday, and are arranged in procession to bring flowers. The truth, would not have thought that flowers do not need anything? You do not see! Unless they start building niches with glass, cement remains opaque. Already said the announcement:
Ready to go to die.
An atmosphere, dark, stone
view, wooden floors, comfort
eternal
ideal for one person. Niches
Eternity.
Since they come would be much more interesting than leave a few bottles of wine, but to slip through the hollows and decayed tissue. Or a nail files. I do not know what happens, but since I've moved into this niche, I have grown hooves that I have everything crossed the coffin inside. And a little bit of softening, rather than think I have wire hair.
Honorius I get, what happens?
here because I am a little bored on my block and there is no room and do not get new ones. However, the other day they took the bones of Honorius, who said goodbye to the finger that caused me the radius and ulna fracture "And I think it's because Josefina must be about to enter in the community. So insistent, I have finished taking care, so when you get the invite for a walk by the empty tomb is near the cypress trees, to see if I give it a shake to the skeleton. Is it considered necrophilia?
Saturday, October 30, 2010
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What are the things in life, many years ago on November 1 was the day of burial, if it was their day of glory, adorned the graves of the dead and among narrow roads could not be a pin, was the place most crowded of any people. .
The rich had pantheons of marble and silver candlesticks, you could tell the difference just by looking at them. They came to the cemetery in their best clothes and I remember I stopped at all hiding, thus watched his elegant clothes and jewelry, in my environment "Andalusian emigrants and workers" was hard to see that luxury.
To me it was a holiday, that day used to new clothes and my cousin who was older than me, with me, first Mass of twelve, and then we went to the cemetery walk. We read the tombstones of the smallest, the Los Angeles area as my mother and I prayed without knowing and imagined her life would be like looking at your photos.
just like that now, in cemeteries are only the oldest of each house and if they can, "Day of the Dead" (the day when I walked eating pipes and the paths between the graves) children and young people are tired today are asleep, they stay up late at night because they celebrate "Halloween" a foreign party that has left our dead alone.
Friday, October 29, 2010
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Monday, October 25, 2010
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Hunger
When left to cannibalism, and no one had teeth. Bonito cadaver
First, mascara, lipstick, makeup. Then, the Magnum 44. Truth
In an alternate reality, this blog would be the milk. Morning
Al clay doll does not like smoking or coffee. Priorities
At that time, the patient's life hung by a thread. What bad luck that he got a message to surgeon.
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Sunday, October 17, 2010
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