Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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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 chocantería is renewed. See you in www.lamosca.com.mx

Ricardo Rivera

Monday, November 16, 2009

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Sunday, November 1, 2009

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strikes me in line. Perhaps this is another trauma of childhood when we were taken away by time. You could give zapes the opposite, but the domino effect in reverse and applied were also victims of the zapes of the highest, up to the teacher who stood at the end of the line and threw reprimands and threats between her teeth " you'll see the time in the classroom. "

This is one of the most bizarre social rituals (such as putting more days in January to tip over the hill). They say this is because our status as a conquered country, as the Indians were in line to see that the front did not think that there were several and they point the gun. This seems rather peculiar, because if not coordinating the pendulum motion of the arms when walking, the front would imagine seeing a dude with eight arms and shoot there without doubt.

The fact is that the rows are a tool of social manipulation exaggerated by those who take shelter after service window. Since the bureaucrat to the cashier, a method of avoiding the tumult is to make rows, although the result is more tangled than the process itself. It also has generated other occupations, which you says where I formed, which gives you boletito numbered, which saves you the line in exchange for wool, among others.

chido proverb that "It is not the same as letting someone to be formed before you get into the tail." But what the hell, every time I encounter the need to join the ranks of something, then after I get this shocking. Once I noticed that the six flags in exchange for extra varus gave you a bracelet that will accredit as VIP, which is no longer needed to queue and you could go as often as you would like your favorite game. I must also say that I hit the rides because I find him the joke of the casings adorn you and you stir the eggs neck tie. I noticed there that the polarization of social classes is very young, and that it would chavitos VIP just to disburse extra wool.

This leads me to other ranks, seeking car park from 6 to 9 in the peripheral, while drivers are driven by the pleasant sensation of mucus removed, make a karaoke, listen to the gossip on the radio and the ladies to make up. Here comes the expeditor transit (or tranzota?) That boasts of and during carnival whistle while moving the arms at the wrong time causing knots worse than if they spent one and one.

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