Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Masterbateing With Food

DF

10 years, you me, that thou hast stretched your arms, my great, my very great.
Not a round, no plan, no roof;
Bonds, survival of the pressures, suffered.
not return empty-handed. Go to the end.
10 years already, you made us men, my bitch, my great bitch.
No calculation, no recoil,
no blood, no hatred.
Of love, meeting, duplicity player, the lucha
, free, happy, and that friendship with the great granite Breton, Interior,
with this friendship, irreversible.

Even today, 10 years later, battery coat, her little bretonno-born Mexican, Ina.
which I am the godfather.
which you are, DF, godmother.

1O years, Mexico DF, thou hast made man, and soon father ...

Brindo pa 'you cabron salud, y pa' the Nenita!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

How Many Pairs Of Crutches Shoul

You got to Chavez, Presidential Island

Friday, February 19, 2010

Cat Bite On Fleece Blanket



Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Unique And Fun Rehearsal Dinner Invitation Verse

parajito Aéroportum faunus




Aéroportum faunus,
wanabee Or type faunas, groups and individuals who make the tumult and the Crusaders chased falsely chaotic international airports

How? I generalize? Not at all, I am a botanist: this is a perfectly scientific herbarium to claim, and you will therefore follow me, blindfolded. First

y 'the elder, what con like a melon.

Good, let: type my airport and its tribes

1) The family are expert travel convenient, large, noisy, led by its natural leader shouting, Uncle Roberto. Middle Class Family in Latin meaning, omnipresent, Raul comfortable, supportive and cancagneuse, present and stifling and oppressive exciting, curious, voyeur, generous, all at once. The extended family is about to start, some have everything planned for ages, some since before the day is that we will not begin to deny the world is still the familia. The extended family within the meaning of the term, therefore, uncles, babies, cousins of his blood as PRIMOS meaning friends so close they are PRIMOS, what, the novios, novias, even those of Class Lidl, patches, esposo, esposa, suegra-stepmother, and even what Abuelita thereby on another type of cart that squeaks, too. This mass
informal walks at the American Airlines counter, por fin, finally, Miami, hands them his arms vulgos dasn which they run, I can already see, the magic of anticipation imagination with their burgers and mega giga Wafler, their reflections of sun cream and the evil spread of epileptic neon light up the night their fat and glossy fronts.
Always ready to generate stampedes of anthology, preferably at the expense of others, but the benefit of the group, that family is what is closest airport to the Lebanese families (well I doubt that tell you something, classifying people on a scale without discomfort is almost a crime ...). In short, we do not see it and to no avail: they'll péteront the roustons until you end up changing without consulting you, yelling loudly, accomplices and sure of their strength (strength in numbers ), and is commander-liter Guisky galore. His greatest disdain: the man alone.

2) The traveler "frequency more Flying Blue Gold card, the subscriber take-offs, Rotterdam to Rio: the high-tech nomad decrypts faster than everybody tables, counters, terminals, corridors, including faster than this little world that surrounds him and that he despises money, these juniors, these rednecks, who understands him faster than we , donkeys bats, the operation of the bouquet of movies and games available on the touch screen of the aircraft, membership and fresh sandwiches and beverages to choose from, you raid the Chained Duck, Le Monde, Libération, primarily the world because he is a master in art of thinking in his mouth (and let's be fair, that's copaings expatounets in withdrawal of readings: Notwithstanding the ads plastered Dior and Gucci New Obs'iens they are missing the buggers, and Mr. ... or provides the other way, cartons of Marlboro Light hidden in his shirt spring). First to rise, first to descend, he mastered the tempo, flow, it is the client business in eco, frugal of his gestures, his impulses, his impatience. His briefcase is false steel gray metal, chic and comfort. This is the guy who will tell you where is the fucking plexiglass bubble of cum to go if inhaled nicotine. Or it does not tell you, on purpose to be him, relaxed between two tasting muffins in the Club Iberia. Depend on his mood, the contract at stake, his performance of yesterday. His greatest contempt tourists horde as in solo.

3) The lost, it is somewhat easier to uncover: it is obviously the one who spends his time looking up, mesmerized by the panels departures, arrivals, connections, outlets, luggage, transit, subway , train, bus, car, is it that guides you easily, looking here and there the behavior of others, but these others are often in another queue for another destination, in other hands. Spends his time looking up, so waiting for a sign from God telling him where and how to move his aircraft magical. It's his name usually is meant to loop through the systems audio from the airport, last call, Monica Periwinkle Burra, last call, the more, because of its natural disorientation as the emphasis sometimes surprising used by the home agent to deliver tens of exotic-sounding names, Monica crashes sometimes, convinced they call constantly, wrongly. The lost (and not lost because the sub-narrator has so decided, stink), it is also one which, by its looks too innocent of the first times she wears high, too high, is stripped of his pocket currency by holders Pomeranians, miscreants rickshaw, taximeter without meter, tuk tuk, director of plastic Shine pump and bag, which populate the terminals in the day hunting fool. It is this air of easy prey and bumbling that makes it so vulnerable, so touching. His greatest sorrow: itself.

4) The bagpackers or mochileros South America and Central hairy tufts placed on these backpack Quechua, these fake hippies of the trip, with their mouths whitish initially, which beat the pavement a foot energetic almost euphoric, totally unbearable for the blues man, full of candor, the insane, with respect to waves of plagues, diseases, buboes, typhus, strange and barbaric habit of waiting for them, of course, virus attacks, separatist groups, landslides, malaria, scurvy, warm piss, rape and other floods and cataclysms that await them without flinching. Systematically extended to 2-3 seats or, faute de mieux, aligned with marble floors of the endless corridors of loading zones, these young and growing old youth are already being brainless preparatory reading, exhaustive, Backpacker, the guide yet known to be the guide for the delay, for the lack of update these nicks "cheap" and addresses the basic belief that everything will go as planned. His greatest contempt: the traveler who arrives by taxi neat.

5) The beautiful loser, who loses everything, who has forgotten everything, who has canceled the flight, which will be bad weather, which has to pay a surcharge, which has been overbooked mouth, so has more room, who negotiates too late and too weakly to make up for the shot, get paid for one night's hotel, at least, a check clearing system, which is wrong terminal, day, flight terminal, fucking shit c 'is 5:00 AM or PM? Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerde! The beautiful loser, you forgot to get to the finish, what a sad picture that curved silhouette standing there alone in the rain, while the Ballet reunion hugs and evaporated a long time already. The loser, who will nab all the crap that they promised to bagpackers get away with, a privilege of age, insolence and recklessness that immunize bad karma somehow. Loser magnificent airport, which is checked every 50 meters, searched her anus, carjack, hijack, hostage, stripped. His contempt was fate that mocks him, and obviously the Flying Blue Gold Express traveler who glides like an archangel, unbearable Péteux carefree.

6) And then there are the couple farewell with infinite multiple, constantly renewed, which intertwines, s'aggrippe, refuses the irremediable, anticipating the worst, accepoet, then returned for a final, spirited, we say it will and it will not take long, just a cut, short transition, unless, unless, she forgets, she finds someone "better", more, more, and this tear, and this anxiety there, and this beauty of love in removing you some tears distance inland, you, the voyeur suddenly moved. Their fear of them is forgotten.

7) And then the citizen is in a bad mood, whose land non-preferred game and is arguably the metal detector, or it rattle, it does not include these finicky uniforms, and godasses as dumb? But pourquoiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii? But it is irritating to remove these belts, to show his ticket, passport, and so that free riding, AA passing through the sides, it prevents the tail. The French excelled in this category of official Olympic Nordic combined moaner.

8) And then there's overloaded, stuffed the bags and mark markdown, the queen of the VAT refund, always ready to spend 2 hours in Customs for a refund of the VAT's Maousse Shop (The diminutive ette and takes a farcical turn with it), Miami Beach has been generous, she asks for help to everyone, flexible, I do not go out with my 4 suitcases in the hold and my 8 handbags.

9) And then there is the man's duty free zone tax-free purchase, a child as a toy, these glittering galleries who subjugate. It is fun and embraquer time, he realizes he forgot gifts for others and the promise of skin care for the bride, tpete

scatterbrained ... And then the forgetful, the sure to be something at least, not quiet or departure or arrival, he booked three times, he knows all the rules on changing seats of passengers, sometimes four hours in advance, just talk to you, not cleared, you rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaa stresses me, what, o and then, well, just need the reassure, OK, I reply. Nicely. Troip later.
He will never abandon you to the exit at CDG ...

That these are characters and things seen and dissected in Mexico City, Santiago, Medellin, Quito, Caracas, CDG, I still know that ...

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Where Can You Get Off White Comic?

How to live without hope?

If you've read this blog, you might have noticed that he wants to watch the "bright side of life" as sung so well the Monty Pythons. Probably because I told myself that when things go wrong, a little comfort is better than rehashing the same findings unnecessarily sterile. But I think - and hope - that all of us who live in countries with a level and living conditions generally favored (I know there are people whose life is not so rosy in France. But say that there are often aid put in place to help, what it does in our country, even if life is hard, there is hope). I do not speak here about all these things I'm outraged the world, because I'm nobody special to talk about it better than others, I have no particular knowledge of conflicts, issues and causes of various conflicts, problems etc..
short. There are two things I wanted to raise. We have all the technical means to ensure that the fate of humanity is improving dramatically - it does not. Ca revolt everyone, but ultimately, it is quickly forgotten. Because people say they can not change it, and that all institutions, lobby groups etc.. weigh too heavy for a small group of people can change anything. What is this company where the perpetrators are anonymous, and where they fit into a sort of doldrums guilty, because to change things seems impossible? There must be something to do right? It's dreadful. (When I say that, I think Burma for example, or to events like those in the Middle East, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, which is a direct consequence-among others-our Western self-interest.)
2 / How can we accept that people live without hope? As is the case in Palestine. What can kids with stones against their armed militias, often a primary idiocy and violent - examples of summary executions, humiliation "for fun" are many,? And we drop bombs right and left to train for a little scare around because they are afraid of being overwhelmed demographically ... It deprives those populations already weakened, treated as a pariah of water, food - and so on. And we tax all those who accuse anti-Semitic and link these crimes. Or traitors when these accusers are themselves Jews. Obama wanted to react, but the Zionist lobby was more powerful.
The history curriculum in letters to the ENS, this year is "The Mediterranean world from 1798 to 1956" and it is only scheming, secret arrangements and "collateral damage" who want justified by the imperialism of France, UK etc.. The creation of the Jewish national home "which would later become Israel based on a sordid affair of money.
You can not blame them much for the sins of his ancestors, but we can try to repair this. Avatar
I saw the other day and it really sparked in me a wave of anger (I speak very bad, sorry) because it showed very clearly how a minority of selfish morons having deep pockets can trample on the most beautiful things are. How obscurantist, selfish, may neglect to dehumanized the importance of human life, and Hope. I'm angry because we have the technology to be more likely to be happy, but as some have made a small comfortable situation, they reduce all human progress in this sad mess.

All that to say that I can possibly do anything, but at least I get to share information, hoping that one day, it is fairly common and heard so that peace can finally find a place in these countries we treated without any respect for centuries.

There. Thank you, if you read this message through.
PS: The second video shows a very interesting conference, which shows the views of rabbis read the Torah in an "original" (without being distorted by various political will) and explain how these texts are themselves to relate to the Zionist policy.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Ezio's Hidden Blade Blueprints

Oruro





















Llajtaymanta group. Cha cha cha. A Morenada. I like. Bantering, some kamrades game does not include the taste you can have for Bolivian folklore, Barbara and for hip hop east coast. Tampoco.


The best World Carnival, the Carnival of Oruro. That
. Peremptory
.
Clear.

is something flamboyant, loud, Oruro.
It suffers, it asks, it is exalted, it sweats, it's booze, it oozing, it piss, vomit it, it rolls, it is then pummeled kiss it, dance it, what does it fucking dance. Gross, miles and miles of pilgrimage syncretism and hopping up bow at the feet of Our Lady of Socavón, the Virgin of minor scrape the vein to the nail and faith, as in the late 19th century.
They arrive, bow. Transistor.
We even see some in "rear wheel" ( want, how will Mr. Soulard?)

It's a crazy thing. It's probably still a fundamental element of social peace in a country that much needed.
Especially a party that supports no comparison. I just


a Brazilian colleague, completely addicted to anything that resembles or indirectly to a phenomenon of urban trance, feathers in the ass and mobile musicians, who returns. I think it still relies.
There is still some time, the popular folklore was despised by the classes of this country opulence of fierce segregation. But gradually, the subcultures began to attract bouregois the southern zone, the cloisters of secure compounds, in some neighborhoods of closed cities, which have gradually started to dance too dances cholo, the Indian, filthy, fire-the-rascals, such as the cueca, the diablada corporals, the Toba, the morenadas the tinkus .. . The mixture is smooth.

I was told that in the years of structural adjustment FMIste obedience, those cursed lost years, even the old political elite, white, these "De Boer" Andes that will never return, all smiles mingled with the Carnival After having so despised.

Already in our kingdom of France, the delight of princes was to mingle with people. Henry III ran the streets of Paris, dressed Pants in Venetian fort and amused passers-by to fly and lay in the mud chaperones women. There was not much surprised they were the mores of the time.
Old women hardly dared leave their homes for fear of "tricks" of Mardi Gras. We plastered on their black cloaks impressions of chalk contained
rats and mice, was attached to their dresses dirty cloths.
We talk about spreading obscenities in public, fat jokes, reminding that they were one of the most characteristic features of the Saturnalia. The theaters have long had a tradition of playing the parts most licentious in the last days of the carnival. Coquinneries, aqui, alla.
In Oruro, we do not think about it all. It includes a few pieces, much later.
In Oruro, we no longer feel that racial cope of lead is still vivid in the country since 2000. We no longer think, finally, to all this. It reconnects with the entrails of the earth and dust. They are transfigured. It brings out the color.

I heard of a travel blog Bolivia: they cause well. They are cute these Belgian. Almost curses, but cute.

Like the Carnival of Oruro, too, because it reflects Bolivia. With its grandeur, its immense bursts verve, panache carnivore, its trajectory cultural millennium, its resilience to major tragedies, personal as collective, always so closely linked there.
I love him for his guts.

By contrast, the show Rio disciplined rigor, extreme adjustments in its movement, coordination applied its participants / competitors ...
Rio is the compet. Between different schools of samba. Boring it would be the limit, to yawn.


Go, heading Oruro.