There are days when, to quote Alex Lora, everything I do goes wrong and I do not know why. There are things I do on automatic, I pose other challenges and response plans should be immediate. Still, sometimes I get into an endless loop, similar to what came first: the chicken or the egg?
These loops make me feel like a dog chasing its tail, spinning in my own mental axis, plane until I realize the futility of the chase, and then again to start over. These loops finish before going to sleep, having spent several cycles during the day, until I get inspired and think 'that dude, if I can do ... "and unwind the loop. Well
and walked in recently, quasi-practicing Zen meditation as I applied a monitor tan (not including making a wallpaper with sun, sand and palm trees, staring at the screen). My meditation was to track inventory to determine why everything was going directito to hell, trying to atone for some sins, practicing amnesia and noticing that my ability to empathize was at historic lows. The conclusion was clear: just because I needed a dog urinate.
That's how he got a fly to collide. The hell! Why is it so hard to kill a fly? Mosquitoes bite you at least, make you bump, you itch, you scratch, you bled to death ... but then return to the scene of the crime, to lie one more sip of sangrita and mothers! crush it mercilessly. But a fly is shocking in nature, and you just get buzzing in my ear, fuck you, leave your shit and go back for their eggs. Fly strobe
came fanning his many looks, and no more, stood in my artificial beach 19. "
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- Would not you like to include as a column in The Fly in the network of "It strikes me? HGM
Uta! I almost fell off my chair, I carved my eyes, the checked the photo and the sender. If you bastard, just invited me to fly. It educated me, gave me culture, counterculture, and I saw death in his edition giant. He recently revived, with a reunion of his old collaborators older, new ones is not so new.
The "surprise me", which was once my blog autobiography and who now lay deep in my tape. I responded immediately, with immediate lelez characteristic "woooow! Hugo course, I almost fell to read your message. The following messages were to formalize everything.
This blog is moving house in search of new directions, with several Vergil to guide me on the trip. Today chocanterÃa is renewed. See you in www.lamosca.com.mx
Ricardo Rivera
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