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Fin de año pasado

A life is death. That's what it says on the card starting to get yellow. It was a great goodbye this year with Pamela, a beautifully signed card.

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Ni un millón de Pamelas

After months locked up I went for a walk in the sun bit pious and humiliating questions like the new boyfriend and loud that my grandmother brought or stole a Nazi nightmare or a bad drug trip dirty, dirty any drug is there, within reach, and the elderly drinker like her. And also tired Foucautl and Nietzsche and Sartre and the whole philosophy this year digested a basis of obscenities at my girlfriend (not Pamela) if not my last ex, whom I met when he came to make a field survey for Was naive? maybe but it does not matter now. Walking through a neighborhood adjacent to mine, lost, stifled any Buenos Aires when suddenly a laugh or platinum through the air like a flare lit carried by a vaguely familiar face, I looked without seeing (I think I tried not to think about the spectacle of my grandmother and his Nazi perched on whiskey bottles and pill) maybe I looked at my best face mixed Beatteljuice the Coyote chasing the bird, until the laughter I said I said hello and I said to myself, those features but of course I know them, I tried to reason, the months locked up, the pallor of mine, the local pollster, shouting drunken granny, grandpa concubine sadness, I thought, that face but I I said, dry those eyes, his smile shot against a white air, your approach and pretend both Pamela but into a more meat and less dark, and oh, Justina hello, hello again, this rustic says Pamela, how nice you said and his smile goes a little laugh that begins to feel sad evening definitely pale to dark opening where a snake shows its tongue, and hisses and says, you're more fat, changed, you look very good, very cute says Pamela primitive projection and suddenly, that you and I had nothing? I would say perhaps because I had her, the true and taking clonazepam and poetry with the same intensity again and going crazy with drugs, looking at me with contempt and passion and worship mixed as three religions together while competing in their eyes, to that bitch that if a discussion had not been imposed or even saying "I'll kill you "disappeared and there was no way to find, which then we found out he was hiding in the closet when someone approached her room and she could stay there a whole day, and more wanted to say, a million screaming sisters would a Pamela, and would tell her about God is dead, the man died, the person restrained and stuff, so-called Intensive of the former pollster, but I said and smiled as my grandmother smiles whenever Grandpa learns that she has new boyfriend, blaf blaf blaf smiled because I think it is unusual to aquellarre, and later I installed behind a stifling aquarium glass. We loved

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Mitos entre nosotros

myths and constructed and deconstructed at an astonishing rate. For our mouths went Ulysses, Odysseus, the mythical founding of Rome, the old mystification of Greece, the siren song, love, we'd say, forever, forever, oh, I love you.

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Let's play with a letter, suggested Pamela. Always started with Pe (Paul, my ex, invariably) I: Pasto. Pamela: Pedro (my little boyfriend from childhood) Me: Perplexing. Pamela: partuza (a fantasy, he said, and added no longer invariably) I: Lost. Pamela: Patricio (a touch and go) Me: filth, decay, sow, bitch, bitch, puajj, rotten, dick, fart, evil, asshole, asshole, asshole ... Pamela, are you thinking about pancakes? Pamela

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Viceversa

hated the light. It was a bug.
I secretly hated insects.

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Lo soñado

you sell kilos of sadness and packages of cheap thrills, the streets, the tv (oh the media!) And reaches ten twines to have tons of these products. Or enough to look at your life and what you see is the parody of the dream.

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Mis días con clonazepam

No, I never took one of these pills. But she did, she took them as water or candy. Especially when they wanted to hear. Could swallow six or seven in a minute. Sometimes I had the feeling of a feat, so many pills she swallowed and undaunted. No one believed me when I commented. Grandmother, Pamela took six pills Can you believe? My grandmother replied: Me too. And it was true. But the old was left as dead. No Pamela, Pamela was more alert, more sinister as he stoked clonazepam putez's daughter, the dire need to suffer and cause suffering. Then when we were just discussing, for anything but by the way, his need to plunge daggers (I must admit that those days I was quite willing to flesh wounds, and not because I'd be hurt if not because he loved that bitch) she began to swallow those mechanics one and another and another pill. And then the door was discussed. Once bought a puppy - keychain was horrible. She asked me is cute, no? And I do not usually lie but I can soften an answer without using euphemisms, I replied: no, is something ugly. It was Christmas Eve prelude. I can assure you that night the baby Jesus was not born that night was not good, that the wise men were lost in a slum and were consecutively violated massive and now working as transvestites vip. What makes me think that if there was no Christmas there was never any, we would have spared the Inquisition, the priestly pederasty, the power of the church in the states and their obvious bias towards dictatorship and the need of poor and ignorant. But she said that day he cried and took not know how many pills. You're good, then tell me to insult me \u200b\u200band try to pluck out my eyes, you're more than good, you're an angel, you're an angel, beautiful repeated crying like a thunderbolt on the tree. It took me long to realize that she believed that angels mutated demons. It took me too. Both took me to prove it falling feathers around me, these two gaping wounds in the back, the tail wag, this red sadness where clonazepam savoring the taste of her warm mouth.

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Música del siglo

Symphony idiot

Idiocy And it came to down to his forum idiots stumbling in its descent
how far stood, cursing
idiotically before the congregation sat drooling or laughing
that nonsense.
From there, it satisfied, found a human tide
compact
unrealistically
idiot, found. And before his presence

howled and began banging,
to say, me, me, me;
to eat their droppings.
And Idiocy
loved her children and they banged their heads against the bleachers.
And they were all arranged in order of importance.
Idiots first order

the second order and so on until the last idiot who never understood anything. The most important
idiots stupid
gave orders to his lackeys
mouse soul,
watery eyes, hearts

who ordered pustules turn to others and those others to others.
And it was a long chain of fools
to the last idiot who never understood anything but drool
better. Behold
that idiocy called silent because the stupid thing
silence es probable
ante lo que es sordo,
torpe,
idiota.
Se escuchaba el caer de baba,
murmullos,
risitas,
cosa que la Idiotez consideró silencio
y ante la cual dijo:
"Hijos míos,
reunidos estamos..."
y no pudo seguir pues los idiotas de órdenes menores
(los más numerosos)
prorrumpieron en emocionados aplausos
y cánticos de alabanza
menos el idiota último que nada entendía
e intentaba asir su ombligo retratado en las pupilas.
Calmado el auditorio mediante gases y otras maniobras represivas
continuó el discurso interrumpido:
"Decía, hijos míos, que reunidos estamos
in favor of making this force ... "Right there
orders
media expressed their agreement to disagree excited
shouting revolution itself, also bourgeoisie;
spitting up,
pissing down.
had to be more than a promise ,
sew your pockets, give
social coverage, retirement
hotheads to calm down the media, thereby reviving the Idiocy
his address again:
"We are gathered in favor of making our communion
the most incredible, the only true
that govern the universe for ever and ever
and bowed before which those who fall resist so great force and clergy "New Vios

interrupted this time by the higher orders
namely, presidents, ministers, religious, business, information
czars," prestigious "academic, intellectual
to Octavio Paz, who
vied for the honor of making the Idiocy
a reign lasting and powerful.
so eagerly that there were speeches and threats,
names of saints invoked against other gods and saints
raised against other gods and economies
surrounded by economic blockades. Idiocy
And he loved his children.
Seeing then that they had cystic pride and hatred
available
his staff (which measures everything by the subjective result of the error
doing guilty to what is alien or otherwise);
dressed up his stupid acolytes
beginning the most terrifying symphony,
more sinister, that stupid
has ever seen.
And he said: Get out of the strings sounds worse than tears. Get out
woes, oaths, curses
and preventing unhealthy stupid reason, these instruments are
and lower orders.
and idiocy ignorance ordered to press these deviant instruments.
has to be the sound of percussion sound of bombs hitting spoons
hunger dishes, rattles
with automatic rifles and all sound
who destroys, mutilates
,
mate;
these instruments to command higher orders means orders.
and general drooling thinking laurels and honors, computerized vehicles
communed priests and officials
invoked patriotism ordering
greed that constantly hit the dance Idiocy.
and out of the wind instruments the reason farting, flatus
hate, death
whistles. And the pride
directed the winds.
grotesquely out of tune vocals of imbeciles.
The last idiot still did not understand how tear
the useless tambourine sounds that held his hands.
And the earth was covered with those deformed bars.
All died before the symphony of idiots. And the idiocy
loved their instruments.

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I'm one week into the mountains. Around write about "My days with clonazepam" and some brief reflections on an interview with Rodrigo Fresán, a breakthrough that: the writer before the writer must be a human being attentive to the human being is another. Then: Ezra Pound was a fucking nazi and Bioy and Borges old oligarchic linings. Strawberry is an asshole. See you next week. Curse them cheerfully.

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Tatuáme al Che

beating the Tattoo local willing to erase the name of my last ex with the face of circumstances for how he explained the tattoo he was happy to have been abandoned? or worse told how he had started a new relationship and my new partner does not believe that my grandmother be called Pamela? So there we were, looking for a new tattoo when he entered a beautiful asshole I do not know, Ponele 17 years, not more. Linda to lacerated pain. Thought naked immediately, then I died ( ah, those delights of thought) but naked preferred. The business attending instantly stopped meeting, "Yes? andás said what looking for? I thought surely seek equitable restraint vaginal contact with semen, asshole. But I said nothing, I am respectful of others stupidity. Look said looking at me, I come to Che tattoo, I want him here, he said. "Here" was on the left breast, which I was symbolically suggestive if not that gave up for that thought dead and now full of worms, preferring clear that in my mouth and trembling. And I did not speak I am respectful of the symbolism when he is Berreta . Perhaps excited by the future work on the breast that looked like a beautiful poem, the guy says, "How great it was Che." Yes, said she left looking at me I suppose because I looked distracted the drawings, Che was a mass Bolus said. Then silence fell on the premises. "You know
what, I asked, would not you have the Red Grasshopper?. I knew then sad.

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Apología contra poetas y patriotas

poets and country are a real pain in the ass (of ovaries if there are ladies present) agree that it is more useful to a cop these days a poet or a patriot. As a kid my grandmother asked me Vielito what will you do when you grow up? Poet replied. Only now I realize that his eyes were a mixture of contempt and pity. He would have liked to see me in uniform, so now I know her weakness for men in uniform. Anyway. I am unashamedly patriotic. Too annoying as being a poet at a time when poetry is reduced to mourn hysteria and navels play tied the long cry of the ego. Here the only cackling is the shell that has put her eggs on the world. Soccer



swear it is a procession of fools
the
advancing through the streets of Santa María de los Buenos Aires

soldiers disguised as humorous greeting
hugging drunk


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not opposites
resist such gibberish shouting nationalist slogans

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First post and still do not understand how to make a blog, ha! I guess accommodate the movement of words and concepts. If it were not my own shadow piss the tomb of the bloggers failed. Salud! Welcome to the Apple Punk. Bon appetit.