Welcome Mr. Wordpress
Lj format each time I like less. now also appears a lot of publicity.
I decided to migrate the whole blog to wordpress, reviews and links included.
Finally, you can find me from now on:
If you enter you will see that everything is doubled in Wordpress such and as it is on Livejournal. But new entries will only appear in wordpress.
Also, if you leave comments here from now not be duplicated, but keep reading for LJ.
I hope you like the new format and see you there. If you pass you can see your comments with links to your blogs. I will keep going through my "Friends page" to not lose track.
A hug and farewell to Frank goat.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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Pollution
in Madrid do not need to be a cloudy day to see the gray sky. One is already accustomed to the smell, and color of the engines. And when it comes out complaining of foul smell of seaweed in the small coves of the Cantabrian, or call the singing noise of the cicadas. Because going out is going to Madrid. Being in Madrid is to be from within. I'm from here. This is Madrid. Neither the statements of the Bilbao are so egocentric as the realities of Madrid.
Accustomed to the news talk about the fifth neighbor, the neighborhood next door, the pharaoh who lives a few kilometers ; meters. If the most important thing happening in this city's a reason. "Because they are all businesses," said one, "because there's a reason," he turned to answer.
The fact is that all, the whole reality, including metaphysics, occurs under the same layer of smoke that unites us, shaping us as to others the accent mark or shape of the face. This phenotype does not matter or diction. We are united by something that is not available to a few, but can only get, hard day, a few million inhabitants. Residents living, which habituated and are inhabited.
If something has to be proud of the city of Madrid, personifying the city in political plan concerned, is their eternal pollution. Citizenship given to the pollution. This is true patriotism.
Poluiçãoe progresso. No fuck you.
in Madrid do not need to be a cloudy day to see the gray sky. One is already accustomed to the smell, and color of the engines. And when it comes out complaining of foul smell of seaweed in the small coves of the Cantabrian, or call the singing noise of the cicadas. Because going out is going to Madrid. Being in Madrid is to be from within. I'm from here. This is Madrid. Neither the statements of the Bilbao are so egocentric as the realities of Madrid.
Accustomed to the news talk about the fifth neighbor, the neighborhood next door, the pharaoh who lives a few kilometers ; meters. If the most important thing happening in this city's a reason. "Because they are all businesses," said one, "because there's a reason," he turned to answer.
The fact is that all, the whole reality, including metaphysics, occurs under the same layer of smoke that unites us, shaping us as to others the accent mark or shape of the face. This phenotype does not matter or diction. We are united by something that is not available to a few, but can only get, hard day, a few million inhabitants. Residents living, which habituated and are inhabited.
If something has to be proud of the city of Madrid, personifying the city in political plan concerned, is their eternal pollution. Citizenship given to the pollution. This is true patriotism.
Poluiçãoe progresso. No fuck you.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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next winter.
The exam time is the time in which you see as something that fulfills you most in life rushes over you like an avalanche of snow in coldest winter. See the avalanche spend above and take everything away. Food, clothing, people. You turn around and leave you upside down and shaking. And hold stoic because you already know that feeling. Snowflakes are harmless in one-one. When you stop the savage attack shake off the pants, shave the beard and then a comfortable meal continues upward.
Then you say, you probably lie again, "to come prepared next winter."
The exam time is the time in which you see as something that fulfills you most in life rushes over you like an avalanche of snow in coldest winter. See the avalanche spend above and take everything away. Food, clothing, people. You turn around and leave you upside down and shaking. And hold stoic because you already know that feeling. Snowflakes are harmless in one-one. When you stop the savage attack shake off the pants, shave the beard and then a comfortable meal continues upward.
Then you say, you probably lie again, "to come prepared next winter."
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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So no one progresses.
Actually I do not dislike work. What bothers me is the aseptic environment, artificial, absurd and untrue that breathes in an office. Air conditioning
Atera your brain. The comfort of a padded chair overshadows the methodical nature of the work routine. Ties, black shoes, restaurant food. So no one progresses, Feyerabend.
need to write, get up, listen to the song comes to my head. And walk descalzao.
need to smoke but not smoke. I need to drink but do not drink. Lighting a cigarette
and eaten without a puff and complain about the foul odor I have caused. Get a shot of whiskey and throw an hour later watered down by ice.
So no one progresses, Feyerabend.
Actually I do not dislike work. What bothers me is the aseptic environment, artificial, absurd and untrue that breathes in an office. Air conditioning
Atera your brain. The comfort of a padded chair overshadows the methodical nature of the work routine. Ties, black shoes, restaurant food. So no one progresses, Feyerabend.
need to write, get up, listen to the song comes to my head. And walk descalzao.
need to smoke but not smoke. I need to drink but do not drink. Lighting a cigarette
and eaten without a puff and complain about the foul odor I have caused. Get a shot of whiskey and throw an hour later watered down by ice.
So no one progresses, Feyerabend.
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