... Life is consensual, brutal dictatorship of a creature that plays to send ...
Aute listen to while thinking how to begin. Phew, you're right the song and life takes us where we want. It does little good plan, even beyond the next ten minutes. And I say this without discomfort, mind you.
Thanks to everyone who wrote me a line on my birthday post. So go ahead. Sorry for not answering but I'm busy and no time to almost nothing.
Surely it is best to start with the most immediate, and I started laughing: I call it "time deposition Carrefour and step relatároslo. Last Friday my friend Kurt Cobain organized charro (Hold on) a gambling poker at home, along with satin, Travis and Ender. I arrived in my car for this event when two events converged that discouraged my impending presence in such an event, namely: a) a complete absence of cash in my wallet b) the pressing need (and growing hue) of stool. Flee from the flourish: I had no money and shit so that it seemed that the next day he would be banned. I beat myself
the shameful situation to appear for the first time in Kurt's house with the intention of not giving him time to say hello or to ask urgently for the bathroom. Nonetheless, that sense of decorum that occasionally graces me contained in my gut and decided to find an ATM to address the first of my weaknesses, that is, remove peel.
can not imagine the minutes of anguish, I feel are ever looking in the neighborhood of an ATM colleague!
Tired of spinning without finding him, the neon of a Carrefour (which was in the boonies, hue) caught my attention. And there I went.
And after removing the cash for debit my checking account (impoverished, by the way) dirigime services where, still wearing an overcoat and scarf, proceeded with delight at the end of the solo act starts with food intake. And there I can imagine, the tiger of a Carrefour, died of laughter at how ridiculous my situation. And I knew that, even eschatological, and shared with you this time, I have not in vain for a while now too many opportunities to laugh.
3 days I have been admitted to hospital. He gave me a jamacuco (something halfway between an anxiety attack and a picture of exhaustion). The fucking job, which as everyone knows is a biblical punishment. I learned two key lessons: 1) you have to take life a bit more calm, and 2) the hospital nurses are lovely, I call heaven and care for me but i) are not like Jessica Lange in "Tootsie" ii) are not like Juliette Binoche in The English Patient "and iii) Sadly, neither are like those of Benny Hill, with suspenders and miniskirts outrageous. I broke a myth and now I'm something like a broken toy.
I had to return to Madrid. I lived so happily in the Southern coast, and has been inescapable to have me come back. In principle a few months, though I suspect that the brackets will be much longer than desired. I can not do anything, just feeling in a state between "really screwed" and "extremely upset." And too much work, pressure, responsibility I have taken a toll. Of course, I signed on to be a beautiful corpse James Dean plan but I'm missing the keys to Cadillac and hear, as I stubbornly refused to appear in news Madrid Directo because I have found the neighbors, alerted by the stench, the that has been dead, naked in my bed and a salami bar beside me. We must have a certain dignity to these things, dammit. While maliciously play with the idea that the "rigor mortis" could have become a perpetual erection and no way to get a coffin whose lid can be closed, and have to end up in the crematorium of the M-30 with my remains tucked into the sleeve of the upright, almost as if I'd rather wait a few decades ... ...
I have been lately with Roberto and Juan. Oysters, I am happy to keep those friendships so many years. Someday I will speak of them when I have more time and more enthusiasm. Suffice to say, do not judge, do not criticize, do not recommend .... They're just. And that, after more than 30 years, is beautiful.
end up wishing you all a Merry Christmas. I'll start the year catching a plane to Southern Albi (le France), birthplace of Toulouse Lautrec which turn out mobile, blackberry and even laptop for 4 days ... ..
Aute listen to while thinking how to begin. Phew, you're right the song and life takes us where we want. It does little good plan, even beyond the next ten minutes. And I say this without discomfort, mind you.
Thanks to everyone who wrote me a line on my birthday post. So go ahead. Sorry for not answering but I'm busy and no time to almost nothing.
Surely it is best to start with the most immediate, and I started laughing: I call it "time deposition Carrefour and step relatároslo. Last Friday my friend Kurt Cobain organized charro (Hold on) a gambling poker at home, along with satin, Travis and Ender. I arrived in my car for this event when two events converged that discouraged my impending presence in such an event, namely: a) a complete absence of cash in my wallet b) the pressing need (and growing hue) of stool. Flee from the flourish: I had no money and shit so that it seemed that the next day he would be banned. I beat myself
the shameful situation to appear for the first time in Kurt's house with the intention of not giving him time to say hello or to ask urgently for the bathroom. Nonetheless, that sense of decorum that occasionally graces me contained in my gut and decided to find an ATM to address the first of my weaknesses, that is, remove peel.
can not imagine the minutes of anguish, I feel are ever looking in the neighborhood of an ATM colleague!
Tired of spinning without finding him, the neon of a Carrefour (which was in the boonies, hue) caught my attention. And there I went.
And after removing the cash for debit my checking account (impoverished, by the way) dirigime services where, still wearing an overcoat and scarf, proceeded with delight at the end of the solo act starts with food intake. And there I can imagine, the tiger of a Carrefour, died of laughter at how ridiculous my situation. And I knew that, even eschatological, and shared with you this time, I have not in vain for a while now too many opportunities to laugh.
3 days I have been admitted to hospital. He gave me a jamacuco (something halfway between an anxiety attack and a picture of exhaustion). The fucking job, which as everyone knows is a biblical punishment. I learned two key lessons: 1) you have to take life a bit more calm, and 2) the hospital nurses are lovely, I call heaven and care for me but i) are not like Jessica Lange in "Tootsie" ii) are not like Juliette Binoche in The English Patient "and iii) Sadly, neither are like those of Benny Hill, with suspenders and miniskirts outrageous. I broke a myth and now I'm something like a broken toy.
I had to return to Madrid. I lived so happily in the Southern coast, and has been inescapable to have me come back. In principle a few months, though I suspect that the brackets will be much longer than desired. I can not do anything, just feeling in a state between "really screwed" and "extremely upset." And too much work, pressure, responsibility I have taken a toll. Of course, I signed on to be a beautiful corpse James Dean plan but I'm missing the keys to Cadillac and hear, as I stubbornly refused to appear in news Madrid Directo because I have found the neighbors, alerted by the stench, the that has been dead, naked in my bed and a salami bar beside me. We must have a certain dignity to these things, dammit. While maliciously play with the idea that the "rigor mortis" could have become a perpetual erection and no way to get a coffin whose lid can be closed, and have to end up in the crematorium of the M-30 with my remains tucked into the sleeve of the upright, almost as if I'd rather wait a few decades ... ...
I have been lately with Roberto and Juan. Oysters, I am happy to keep those friendships so many years. Someday I will speak of them when I have more time and more enthusiasm. Suffice to say, do not judge, do not criticize, do not recommend .... They're just. And that, after more than 30 years, is beautiful.
end up wishing you all a Merry Christmas. I'll start the year catching a plane to Southern Albi (le France), birthplace of Toulouse Lautrec which turn out mobile, blackberry and even laptop for 4 days ... ..
The video is a suckling pig, but I like this version ......
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