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happy happy days
Angelwings

Fireworks (
transvestite beauty
unpunished foul terrifying

almost always tangible

rarely achievable in serum cuffs riding
own and others)
The eternal return
heavy weight
overwhelming for something so tender.
What do you find looking

and was never
...
devoured by the most everlasting
states (words fallen into disuse, like petals
ambergris) You will never REALISE

Was I there?
Am I here? Temptation
Agony

hate
Your Loved Hated Your Love
...
Instability?

--- Just a Glimpse of What Happened On That
bloody night of fullmoon
deaf in Which a ghost told me how to count the stars

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Hello!

I blog that became emo because everyone forgot

[to the creator]

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Buy Nothing Day

the day without buying something like a consumer-day strike, a boycott operation not against a product itself or a particular company, but against the consumer society in general. Aimed at converting the population to encourage a reflection of changing consumer habits. This system has lost common sense and collective in favor of individualism.

We are moving increasingly to be individuals at the hands of multinationals, losing our ability to be free, critical and reasonable.

The DSC is not a revolution, is a space of resistance and construction in which as citizens we can express our dissatisfaction with the socio economic hegemony.

several years touring the world this proposal, since its inception 20 years ago in Canada, to date, in over 60 countries develop cultural activities that help us on the following topics rreflexionar :

-Environment: Global Warming and altering the balance between species are only 2 of the many signs that something is wrong with our relationship with the planet. Today we see is burning in the Amazon forest, in Spain, Australia, and Indonesia ... plastic takes over the seas ... as glaciers melt around the world, including Patagonia ... as increased cases of cancer, allergies, respiratory problems ... and still continue to believe that we have nothing to do with it ...

-Responsible Consumption: Immersed in our bubble of consumption we take into account the effects this has on the planet, but also about the people who produce what we consume, often in distant countries, and operating conditions. We are more than 6,000 million people and we are all entitled to live in dignity, however, 20% of the population that consumes 80% resources. Consumption is critical to question the social and ecological conditions in which it has developed a product or service produced.

-Fair Trade: Currently trade is becoming more subordinate and uniform look to the rules of capitalism in southern countries such as ours. Production for export only is causing serious consequences for the people. The loss of food self-sufficiency, permanent pillaging of natural resources and the imposition of irrational consumption patterns outside the cultural tradition of the place. Fair trade is the establishment of relationships Direct trade with farmers eliminating middlemen, ensuring decent living conditions for all.

-Food: Fire razes the Amazon rainforest, among other things, to grow soybeans to feed it (food) cheaper for industrial livestock farming. Intensive farming uses pesticides and chemical fertilizers that poison the fields and water, and leave residues in food. Livestock rearing is more like a factory where the animals are treated like pieces on an assembly line. And the way of producing food is becoming more aggressive. Fast foods and processed foods have a lot of additives chemicals that are useful for the industry but may be hazardous to our health.

-Human Rights: believe that the right of man to own, manage and use natural resources, is linked to the duty to prevent environmental damage and protect the right of the people. With increased freedom, knowledge and power comes increased responsibility to promote the common good. Seeking to build more just societies, participatory, sustainable and peaceful.

-Media and Advertising Media tend to have a role in perception of "real" and the configuration of ethics, aesthetics and collective moral and personal. In such a world, perhaps most disturbing is to see how the techniques and logic have been vampirized advertising and default all fields of communication: news, entertainment, and escape, movies and series, political debate, and so on. In our insatiable thirst for meaning, here and now, practically offers only the language of advertising. Promise and speech that is revealed as the basic language of a civilization organized by and for the good. Today perhaps it is not too exaggerated to say that we live immersed in a Big Announcement. "" I consume, therefore I am ", Joan Torres i Prat. Icaria, 2005.

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Dogs, pimps and Pius IX



Solo Solo Solo
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only left a May 25
Just like an abandoned dog a May 25, 1810
Just like an abandoned dog a 25 May 1810 with a baby just like a dog
left a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby
Just like an abandoned dog a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked
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left a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked in a rusty trash can just like a dog
left a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked in a rusty trash can full of rats
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rats but only as a dog from a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked in a rusty trash can full of rats but with charisma and smiles just like a dog
left a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked into a rusty garbage and full of rats, but with charisma and smiles of dulce de leche
Just like a stray dog a May 25, 1810 next to a dead baby naked in a rusty trash can full of rats, but with charisma and smiles like dulce de leche tuprimo
Just like an abandoned dog a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked into a rusty garbage and full of rats, but with charisma and smiles of dulce de leche-like ba # tuprimo after
ass like a dog just left a May 25, 1810 with a baby dead and naked in a trash can full of rusty rats, but with charisma and smiles like dulce de leche tuprimo after ba # ass in dung
Just like an abandoned dog a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked in a rusty trash can full of rats but with charisma and smiles like dulce de leche to tuprimo after ba # ass in cow dung
pasted like a dog just left a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked into a rusty garbage and full of rats, but with charisma and sweet smiles tuprimo like milk after ba # ass in cow dung bound and dazed from the herdsman Electric
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Mosquito Just like an abandoned dog a May 25, 1810 together with a dead drunk and naked in a trash rusty garbage and full of rats, but with charisma and smiles like dulce de leche tuprimo after ba # ass in cow dung bound and dazed from the herdsman Don electric field Euclimides Mosquito Araya
rest in peace only as a dog from a May 25, 1810 with a dead baby and naked into a rusty garbage and full of rats, but with charisma and smiles like dulce de leche tuprimo after ba # ass in cow dung bound and dazed by the electric field herdsman Don Euclimides Mosquito Araya he rest in peace but in life has been a pimp
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And

simply disappeared ...

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A legacy so far removed, One day
Will Be Improved.
Eternal rights we left behind, the Better We Were
kind.
Two the Same, set free too, I always Looked
to you,
I always looked to you,
I always looked to you.

We fought for good, stood side by side,
Our friendship never died.
On stranger waves, the lows and highs,
Our vision touched the sky,
Immortalists with points to prove,
I put my trust in you.
I put my trust in you.
I put my trust in you.
A house somewhere on foreign soil,
Where ageing lovers call,
Is this your goal, your final needs,
Where dogs and vultures eat,
Committed still I turn to go.
I put my trust in you.
I put my trust in you.
I put my trust in you.
I put my trust in you.
In you. In you. In you.
Put my trust in you, in you.

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Mr. Self Destruct


I am the voice inside your head
and I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I speak religion's message clear
and I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
and I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
and I control you
I am the lie that you believe
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I am the needle in your vein
and I control you
I am the high you can't sustain
and I control you
I am the pusher I'm a whore
and I control you
I am the need you have for more
and I control you
I am the bullet in the gun
and I control you
I am the truth from which you run
and I control you
I am the silencing machine
and I control you
I am the end of all your dreams
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct

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Twice if i was the man i could be.
I'd Still Be Half of What You Need

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Note: fragments of this text can be read in any order. The reasons for which are reproduced in the following manner are quite arbitrary

Forgetable. U forgettable, as would a civilian.
not remembered with charity # or, much less with rancor.
Since the disappearance, the fact that nobody remembers, it takes extra effort, but in the end leaves you ...

(What's more, I think even when you remembered you were with me)

and spoke as if he were dead. "Oh ... yes ... ... it was so good ..." and little else. Neither

face, or gestures, perhaps even a name.

It became certain, as all hypodermic. At first, discomfort characteristic of a penetration, but the object appears later after inoculation, the remainder of the initial puncture. ******



Then he discovered the grace of the books, there were elements of evasion (something mystical, something unreal, something fantastic, something messianic, mystical thing.) Not even something artistic.
were an extra # to extension of reality, or rather, an abjection of this.

was lived, felt bleeding, the blow to the neck, the dithyramb, which could never be but that is latent when you least think, in a coffee table in a churros cart at a bookstore in the ba # or (preferably by contacting the physiological eschatology, religious or not so).

are lies, with their caps and transvestites colors and faces with smiles scrawled specially for the photo in the Civil Registry and you do not know but your marriage will not last more than a couple of months because the honey will rot and it's like everything but you makin otario as I said someone in one of those abductions that you got the devil, demons insensitive somewhere and some time there in Sumatra Sumeria or perhaps with its beaches and tourist with colorful umbrellas and hats, but even more ridiculous because the Yeti lives in Siberia and you will eat and you'll die and rot you like honey, and established (sic) living on charity, those pennies you think things that serve as blanks or lollipops but NO, because you want to be and be, but people are so morbid scary, because if they can talk about it, that would prevent them from kidnap and kill an Iron Maiden somewhere more or less small plaza # ay bit busy and bury you alive or dead, but it does not matter if you already ousted total to you and your decency and your integrity making you re not least

******

fabling to fart has always no en versos dodecasilabos sino en el mugroso papel del dia a dia, asi la imaginaba.
Oh, princesa de miel, otrora bacheadora de pozos existenciales.

No servia, obviamente.

Para eso habria que usar algo con mayor densidad (a.k.a consistencia): asfalto, por ejemplo; sino, los camiones salpican y, por supuesto, se llena de moscas.

Tan molestas, siempre revoloteando sobre cualquier cosa mas o menos dulce, con toda su inmundicia y sus cientos de ojos y su negrura acrecentada por conceptos adquiridos (sic).

Pensaba que me servia para ser feliz, esa boca de miel. Pasar el dia amandola en frances simulaba una buena forma de vida.

Pero la cursileria.

Pero, As is well known, honey is nothing but vomiting. Vomiting, a symbol. Exactly vomiting, a symbol. Vomiting, but clear, deliciously pure concentrated quintessence a decent selection of Reader's Digest, a paradox, but clear, very clear, a symbol, vomiting. And the French love to that, over a bee that looks like a fly, a foul fly, with its hundreds of eyes and concepts was returning to honey me and the trucks splashed us and we played horns. We hosted the epithets but ... And the flies

overcame me and I had to remove the most gentlemanly as possible trying to save my honor, my good name, my duchy of Worcestershire, the mansion near the lake and its corresponding bridge bascule your ducks-of-gum-it-you could see-that-nice-you-are, but it wanted to see, I never wanted to see because I never # aste accompanied on these trips, it was always just the mouth of honey played be with me but I was there, splashing elsewhere, perhaps were more pathetic than his own, but at least they did not have rubber ducks or knew the vomiting. But there was to be, as yet, so up believing that for a moment and the next callabamos We wore those pants just horrible to say that you are cute and die, we die in the worst aberrations, that which relates to truck drivers epithets ...