December 31, 2006

A Colorful Year

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me, showing my good side
I can see how people look down, I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Oh, here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said, the books that you read
Were all I loved you for

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Oh, here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought, the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for

Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends
Here's where the story ends

Here's Where The Story Ends, The Sundays


To each and all, I cynically say: Enjoy.

December 24, 2006

Celebration

I don´t celebrate a child born two thousand years ago. I celebrate a living child, which I still am.

December 23, 2006

Retro Xmas

Esta Navidad, una cosa me haría sumamente feliz: que alguien encontrara y me regalara un...


MAKIKO


(sigh)

December 21, 2006

Limp

Extraño añorarte.

Desde entonces duele que no seas más la mejor posibilidad de mi vida. Las cenizas se vuelan al tiempo, cada hojuela su rumbo caótico para no ser mellizas nunca jamás.

Como eso que ya no es, que se ha esfumado, soy triste recuerdo de un 'hubiera' asombroso.

December 20, 2006

¡Obvio!


You are The Devil


Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession. The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

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December 18, 2006

Marijuana - it's a special kind of stupid!

Cannabis sativa and its derivatives are strictly prohibited in Turkey, and the natural correlative of this prescription is that alcohol, far from being frowned upon as it is in other Moslem lands, is freely drunk; being a government monopoly it can be bought at any cigarette counter. This fact is no mere detail; it is of primary social importance, since the psychological effects of the two substances are diametrically opposed to ecah other. Alcohol blurs the personality by loosening inhibitions. The drinker feels, temporarily at least, a sense of participation. Cannabis abolishes no inhibitions; on the contrary, it reinforces them, pushes the individual further back into the recesses of its own isolated personality, pledging him to contemplation and inaction. It is to be expected that there should be a close relationship between the culture of a given society and the means used by its members to achieve release and euphoria. For Judaism and Christianity the means has always been alcohol; for Islam it has been hashish. The first is dynamic in its effects, the other static. If a nation wishes, however mistakenly, to Westernize itself, first let it give up hashish. The rest will follow, more or less as a matter of course. Conversely, in a Western country, if a whole segment of the population desires, for reasons of protest, to isolate itself in a radical fashion from the society around it, the quickest and surest way is for it to replace alcohol with cannabis.

Paul Bowles.

December 13, 2006

Lennon


Después de trece años, apenas estoy entendiendo el tiempo que he pasado con mi gato. Su presencia ha sido tan constante en mi vida que lo creí inmortal hace pocas semanas. But things they are a-changing. Acurrucado en una cobija, con los ojos cerrados, comprendo que para él las cosas han pasado a una velocidad distinta, que está viejo (bah, yo igual) y que ayer estaba bien, pero hoy ya no.

En un ímpetu culposo/desesperado le compré un plato nuevo para hacerlo comer, lo arropé con una colcha que nunca le hubiera puesto y fui por la comida que le recetaron. Cosas nuevas, pensé, para sorprenderlo y reanimarlo, como si se tratara de un niño aburrido a quien sus juguetes ya no le emocionan. Tan fácil como destellarle un reflejo de mi reloj en el piso, para que lo siguiera gatunamente como a un bicho.

Quiero llamarle la atención hacia la vida, quiero que encuentre de nuevo el simple placer de sobrevivir. Pero al parecer nada de lo que he comprado le hace gracia. Y es que olvidé que para los gatos, vivir bien es dormir eternamente en un hermoso rayo de sol.

December 12, 2006

Emmanuel

¿Cómo no voy a estar confundido si me llamo como un filósofo famoso, un cantante caguengue, una puta parisina y un mesías mateísta?

December 05, 2006

The Way Things Are


I wouldn’t know what to do with another chance
If you gave it to me
I couldn’t take the embrace of a real romance
It’d race right through me

I’m much better off the way things are
Much much better off, better by far, by far

I wouldn’t know what to say to a gentle voice
It’d roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you’ll see I don’t really have a choice
So don’t even ask me

I’m much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far

So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I’ll keep kicking the crap till it’s gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I’ll be
Able to move on

How can I fight, when we’re on the same side
How can I fight beside you

So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I’ll keep kicking the crap till it’s gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I’ll be
Able to move on

Fiona Apple

Dicen que segundas partes nunca fueron buenas... pero ¿qué tal terceras, o cuartas? He perdido la cuenta. Nuestras cabezas torcidas, nuestras piernas dolidas, nuestros brazos atrapados estaban muertos, como la conversación.

Me dueles en el recuerdo, ahí donde no puedo rascarme si no estás cerca, en el punto ciego de mi nostalgia. Vuelvo a ti, englorietado, agrietado del frío que cala cuando evitas mis besos, cuando te cubres la cara con las sábanas para que no me acerque. Una y otra noche, te tengo y no te tengo y nunca volveremos a querernos.



Need a drink? Hop into the Two Hundred Bars
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December 01, 2006

The Hand that Feeds

De la infame forma en que se hizo el cambio de poderes hoy en México sólo quiero decir que me da asco que todo se solucione a base de madruguetes y madrazos.

Es la hora de enojarse y exigir verdades.

You're keeping in step
in the line
got your chin held high and you feel just fine
'cause you do
what you're told
but inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe?
will you bite the hand that feeds?
will you chew until it bleeds?
can you get up off your knees?
are you brave enough to see?
do you want to change it?

What if this whole crusade's
a charade
and behind it all there's a price to be paid
for the blood
on which we dine
justified in the name of the holy and the divine

So naive
to keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
but i keep holding on and on and on and on

will you bite the hand that feeds you?
will you stay down on your knees?

Nine Inch Nails



Loop

Mind, n. A mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavor to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with.

The Devil's Dictionary, Ambrose Pierce.