day 3, and fairy shrimp
know of anything sexier than me playing bass?
No. There's nothing sexier than me playing bass.
there any reason why not come and see me play this Friday?
No. There is no reason, because they see me playing is sexy.
is no crackpot and come see me play this Friday. You will feel slightly erotic home, I promise!
Friday December 3, 1923 pm, Fiesta Juan Carlos (Benzedrine ao vivo, pool, drinks and music for the rest of the night) in 3769 Cabrera (Cabrera y Medrano). Entry: 3 pesinis.
can see the sexy afichecito I did in http://www.benzedrine.com.ar
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Sunday, November 14, 2004
What Does A Ohio State Driver's Licence Look Like
dicembri
On Friday I went to the presentation of Sarna (last comic book-slash-Carlos Trillo and first Saenz Valiente-drawing-in the museum of cartoon and caricature Severo Vaccaro). Besides them, there was the maestrÃsimo Ferro (a whole living hero cartoon) and I asked the three that I draw and sign a math test where I took two and a half, I had the chance in the pack. It was nice and fun.
After that, Victoria and happiness.
Today, stirring, I found a story he had written between the third and fifth grade. I think the slogan was to use the characters in "The mountain was a party" (one of my favorite books) and include a dialogue. I think I was a bit obsessed with the word "Chamigo." Lo and behold what I wrote, in verbatim:
"Sapucai OF THE RAIN" One day I was
Don
Toad, the louse that lives on the head of Nandi and Rhea clear. They were also the small Tapir and Monito. Don
Toad had a reputation for knowing a lot was sitting under a tree in the rain
Monito "Don Sapo do you know we can do during this shower? Don Sapo
"I was thinking M'hijo. Monito
: - But you know, what can we do? Don Sapo
"NO.
Everyone was wondering what to do. For an hour they were thinking until he broke the silence and clear as he was not going to break the silence with Sapucai did louse. It was something like: "uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiija"
All the great astonishment asked these things that are here:
Rhea: - Eh Chamigo louse! What about such Sapucai? Tapir
- Chamigo louse! What? With that Laro did Sapucai as earth moving and land covered me. Monito
- What Chamigo lice?
Louse: "It occurred to me that we can do together.
All: - What?
Louse: "What we can do is ee ...
Louse: "What happens Chamigo writer who does not write?
Writer: "Wait, Chamigo louse.
Writer: - I know what I'm going to write!
Louse: "We can wade.
It makes me happy to see that, over time, could master the grammar and, eventually, I lost that state of wonder: the rain, the monkeys and writing.
On Friday I went to the presentation of Sarna (last comic book-slash-Carlos Trillo and first Saenz Valiente-drawing-in the museum of cartoon and caricature Severo Vaccaro). Besides them, there was the maestrÃsimo Ferro (a whole living hero cartoon) and I asked the three that I draw and sign a math test where I took two and a half, I had the chance in the pack. It was nice and fun.
After that, Victoria and happiness.
Today, stirring, I found a story he had written between the third and fifth grade. I think the slogan was to use the characters in "The mountain was a party" (one of my favorite books) and include a dialogue. I think I was a bit obsessed with the word "Chamigo." Lo and behold what I wrote, in verbatim:
"Sapucai OF THE RAIN" One day I was
Don
Toad, the louse that lives on the head of Nandi and Rhea clear. They were also the small Tapir and Monito. Don
Toad had a reputation for knowing a lot was sitting under a tree in the rain
Monito "Don Sapo do you know we can do during this shower? Don Sapo
"I was thinking M'hijo. Monito
: - But you know, what can we do? Don Sapo
"NO.
Everyone was wondering what to do. For an hour they were thinking until he broke the silence and clear as he was not going to break the silence with Sapucai did louse. It was something like: "uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiija"
All the great astonishment asked these things that are here:
Rhea: - Eh Chamigo louse! What about such Sapucai? Tapir
- Chamigo louse! What? With that Laro did Sapucai as earth moving and land covered me. Monito
- What Chamigo lice?
Louse: "It occurred to me that we can do together.
All: - What?
Louse: "What we can do is ee ...
Louse: "What happens Chamigo writer who does not write?
Writer: "Wait, Chamigo louse.
Writer: - I know what I'm going to write!
Louse: "We can wade.
It makes me happy to see that, over time, could master the grammar and, eventually, I lost that state of wonder: the rain, the monkeys and writing.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Big Red Bumps Back Of Tongue
fuckedupvegetal @ 2004-11-10T20: 17:00
Why I can not, ever, assume that I have to study? Assume that, for once, I care. No study, not the piece of paper, what matters is time. And how not to feel the weight (heavy and suffocating) in time can make me happy. Out of it (being out of there), the school is basically the only thing that is passed. It happens slowly and unbearable, but it happens.
happens and I know I know I should have to accept it at all.
Tomorrow I have a biology test and I can not study for more than half (and carrying a heavy history about the subject.) Exit
Why I can not, ever, assume that I have to study? Assume that, for once, I care. No study, not the piece of paper, what matters is time. And how not to feel the weight (heavy and suffocating) in time can make me happy. Out of it (being out of there), the school is basically the only thing that is passed. It happens slowly and unbearable, but it happens.
happens and I know I know I should have to accept it at all.
Tomorrow I have a biology test and I can not study for more than half (and carrying a heavy history about the subject.) Exit
Tuesday, November 9, 2004
Tweezerman Eyelash Curler Review
fuckedupvegetal @ 2004-11-09T16: 05:00
school and know that out there there's a world full of Vicky feels too good. Will have the door and you begin to enter the embrace of slumber. Because there are some hugs to sit with timeless slumber slumber time melts like cheese melts favorite cheese I have never had a win.
I have wanted to feel things and I like that. I hope things feel, I say. Expect some of the summer. Feel that the summer will give me something ...
As wandering look upon a bed and sleep. Sleep
thousand sunrises. In two weeks
Temin school.
I'm happy.
school and know that out there there's a world full of Vicky feels too good. Will have the door and you begin to enter the embrace of slumber. Because there are some hugs to sit with timeless slumber slumber time melts like cheese melts favorite cheese I have never had a win.
I have wanted to feel things and I like that. I hope things feel, I say. Expect some of the summer. Feel that the summer will give me something ...
As wandering look upon a bed and sleep. Sleep
thousand sunrises. In two weeks
Temin school.
I'm happy.
Wednesday, November 3, 2004
Cysts In Groin/crying
a red shirt. talking heads: 77
Vicky and I walked the city. It's hot, I have worn legs and hugged a lot. In the midst of all that I can not stop feeling that, somehow, I move. If not talk about progress. Forward or backward is more or less the same, what matters is moving.
And we move. Sorry we walk past, my legs tired and hot.
Sometimes I'm scared to stay still. Do not move again, I say. Last night I felt almost fleetingly. A long time ago that I was wrong.
course today, especially when we eat ice cream (especially when we eat ice cream), everything looks clear and I'm there, moving near the center of the wheel. Near the center one moves, slow and quiet, but moves. And is not alone.
must have to do with it.
And with the city. (I can not detach from the city, they knew?)
Oh, I forgot: we knocked on 3 December (www.benzedrine.com.ar). Come and bring friends there, the place you pay us, after party and the entry there are just three pesinis.
Vicky and I walked the city. It's hot, I have worn legs and hugged a lot. In the midst of all that I can not stop feeling that, somehow, I move. If not talk about progress. Forward or backward is more or less the same, what matters is moving.
And we move. Sorry we walk past, my legs tired and hot.
Sometimes I'm scared to stay still. Do not move again, I say. Last night I felt almost fleetingly. A long time ago that I was wrong.
course today, especially when we eat ice cream (especially when we eat ice cream), everything looks clear and I'm there, moving near the center of the wheel. Near the center one moves, slow and quiet, but moves. And is not alone.
must have to do with it.
And with the city. (I can not detach from the city, they knew?)
Oh, I forgot: we knocked on 3 December (www.benzedrine.com.ar). Come and bring friends there, the place you pay us, after party and the entry there are just three pesinis.
Tuesday, November 2, 2004
Is Diazepam Safe During Pregnancy
fuckedupvegetal @ 2004-11-02T16: 05:00
The heat does wonderful things about me. Sometimes I wonder who is so very permeable-emotionally-weather. Sudar, crossing a street and shopping. The reality is felt in the heat density. I like density. The framework of reality, say, the framework that gives reality to things. There are trees, clouds and a Japanese sandals coming in the door of the supermarket and I like that. That is reality and I like it, makes me smile, or something. Take
grenadine and soda again to make sense. I try to do in the winter, nothing. Wear winter scarves and pajamas (blue) is fun, but somehow it is not.
Today I smell bad, but it creeps me the reality (I like it, yeah, I like).
And the day has things. It seems not, but have things. I woke up sweating, with the sun on your face (or tail, actually: I was surprised the day sleeping on their backs), the pants that have turned to using a softer fabric, ate sandwiches and Vicky called me stuck in Cortázar. Christian
Ferrer speaks on TV and a bad odor.
summer I like to smell, feel in their bones and trousers stuck to the legs.
I wish I could say things, but today I can only speak of what is heavier than air and it makes me happy.
The heat does wonderful things about me. Sometimes I wonder who is so very permeable-emotionally-weather. Sudar, crossing a street and shopping. The reality is felt in the heat density. I like density. The framework of reality, say, the framework that gives reality to things. There are trees, clouds and a Japanese sandals coming in the door of the supermarket and I like that. That is reality and I like it, makes me smile, or something. Take
grenadine and soda again to make sense. I try to do in the winter, nothing. Wear winter scarves and pajamas (blue) is fun, but somehow it is not.
Today I smell bad, but it creeps me the reality (I like it, yeah, I like).
And the day has things. It seems not, but have things. I woke up sweating, with the sun on your face (or tail, actually: I was surprised the day sleeping on their backs), the pants that have turned to using a softer fabric, ate sandwiches and Vicky called me stuck in Cortázar. Christian
Ferrer speaks on TV and a bad odor.
summer I like to smell, feel in their bones and trousers stuck to the legs.
I wish I could say things, but today I can only speak of what is heavier than air and it makes me happy.
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