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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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Viaje

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


flaming patriotic logo watch their bags of contraband
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not opposites
resist such gibberish shouting nationalist slogans

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certainly do not support
Argentines who have left the outside world
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Inicio

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.