http://vbtinsandtacos.tumblr.com
^^^been introduced to like omg what all the kids these dayz are doin so probablamente won't be postin moocho on this old mate from here on in... its been great, i've ranted lots of nonsensical babble and stuff i'll probably look back on one day and wish i'd never been born, but hey lets face it speaking shit is more fun than being silent so suck my nuts cunts. yeah, that's a good way to end this juvenile retardshitfest. suck em. <3
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
dos dinosaurios still managing to make shit sick...
These dudes are starting to make me less terrified of middle age.
I hope I'm at the Masics/Moore electric wheelchair tour come 2030.
Monday, April 11, 2011
fuck off, we're full (of shit)...
Q. Try Hard Hippy:
yo what are your thoughts on them god damn immigents? in particular, the asylum seeker variety?
A. Angry Giraffe:
The fact that there are grown men rotting in over-crowded jails all over our 'fair and free' wide brown land for years on end, solely for the heinous 'crime' of 'arriving illegally', for having the natural human desire to try to find some semblance of shelter, sustenance and safety for themselves and their children makes me want to burn down parliament house.
The fact that there are women and children locked in jails all over fuck-we're-good-blokes-and-everybody-else-are-evil-bastards-especially-the-brown-people Australia because they tried to leave behind a life living in constant fear of death, and violence while going to get bread and milk from the corner store that is either low on everything or doesn't exist at all... makes me want to stab all of my xenophobic retard mates in cold blood then shoot myself in the face with a shotgun.
But y'know I'm an angry overly idealistic loud-mouth hypocrite hippie punk who can barely tie his own shoelaces so I'm probably wrong about everything and we should just keep doing everything exactly the way we are because there's a chance that if we change anything, it might make stuff start getting worse than it already is in the future.
Maybe we should just all do whatever the fuck we want all of the time except be gay or use bad language or have sex before marriage, regularly ask Jesus to forgive us for all the other evil shit we do, and everything will be all sweet.
If you send a question to kickflip_911@hotmail.com, I promise I won't insult your mother with my answer unless she deserves it.
yo what are your thoughts on them god damn immigents? in particular, the asylum seeker variety?
A. Angry Giraffe:
The fact that there are grown men rotting in over-crowded jails all over our 'fair and free' wide brown land for years on end, solely for the heinous 'crime' of 'arriving illegally', for having the natural human desire to try to find some semblance of shelter, sustenance and safety for themselves and their children makes me want to burn down parliament house.
The fact that there are women and children locked in jails all over fuck-we're-good-blokes-and-everybody-else-are-evil-bastards-especially-the-brown-people Australia because they tried to leave behind a life living in constant fear of death, and violence while going to get bread and milk from the corner store that is either low on everything or doesn't exist at all... makes me want to stab all of my xenophobic retard mates in cold blood then shoot myself in the face with a shotgun.
But y'know I'm an angry overly idealistic loud-mouth hypocrite hippie punk who can barely tie his own shoelaces so I'm probably wrong about everything and we should just keep doing everything exactly the way we are because there's a chance that if we change anything, it might make stuff start getting worse than it already is in the future.
Maybe we should just all do whatever the fuck we want all of the time except be gay or use bad language or have sex before marriage, regularly ask Jesus to forgive us for all the other evil shit we do, and everything will be all sweet.
If you send a question to kickflip_911@hotmail.com, I promise I won't insult your mother with my answer unless she deserves it.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
chido...
Mi favorito de streetartutopia.com's 106 of the most beloved Street Art Photos of 2010. Check deez kents steez, its rad.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
getting my horrifying procrastination on...
Q. Why am I sitting in the library reading the incomprehensible mindless drivel on the blog of a leering holier-than-thou redhead shit vomiting moron mechanism instead of doing my mis-en-scene analysis essay on the last scene from the film about chopper read called chopper, the one where he is sitting in his cell watching the screening of the interview he did for the commercial television network current affairs show, the one with the journalist who he wrote about in his book also the book which I was meant to have finished reading ages ago for my australian writing and cultural change class because the essay was due last friday but I haven't even finished reading the book let alone started writing the essay either because he thought she was sexy and had guts and determination unlike everyone else in the television as opposed to torture industry in his opinion because she was willing to fly to tassie to watch him shoot stubbies out of the fat outstretched fists of bikies in order to get a good scoop for her commerical television network current affairs show and then in the interview on the little tv in the cell he jokes with her about chopping off her toes or something then says she has nice toes and clearly as the stuff on the tv screen is all brightly lit while the lighting in the cell is all dark and moody and there is sun shining in to the cell both from the window behind the tv and from the doorway behind the prison guards with whom he jokes about how much money the tv interview is going to make him in book sales and a copy of his book is placed behind the tv somehow this is all amounts to extremely masterful meaningful film-making and i'm supposed to be able to wax lyrical for two thousand words about how profound all of the above is without once questioning why arguing endlessly about cinematic techniques and styles and the manner in which they generate meanings is a legitimate intellectual pursuit worthy of my precious time and therefore under the old adages spouted by alcoholic uncles are always right so fucking do what your told act of 1954 money for my cinema studies class?
A. Because I drank too much coffee before coming to the library so I can now only concentrate on short spasms of awesomely entertaining idiotic internet drivel with all the videos and links and sounds and pictures to go with the words web pages such as Dry Red, or this, instead of the dryer-than-dry ice self-indulgent academic wankery the establishment makes me read endlessly in order to obtain a piece of paper which will amount to either a ticket to employment in the field of photocopying and data entry or a ticket to years upon years of reading ever-increasing amounts of dry self-indulgent academic wankery on pieces of paper made from the trees we so desperately need to store our rapidly diminishing levels of carbon in our atmosphere so that one day I may be deemed qualified to begin attempting to force new generations of drug-addled and disaffected young minds who unlike their educators are still more interested in socialising and sex and enjoying life and trying avoid falling into the ever-increasingly materialistic middle-class lifestyles of their quasi-non-conformist educators than making buckets of money to feed said educators said increasing need for material consumption into reading unreasonably large bundles of exactly the same crusty soul crushing academia while at the same time encouraging them to think freely and creatively about ways to trying to liberate society from outdated structures of debilitating conformity.
Who needs speed when you get unlimited free coffee and breakfast from a dodgy mate who works in swanky camberwell cafe's?
A. Because I drank too much coffee before coming to the library so I can now only concentrate on short spasms of awesomely entertaining idiotic internet drivel with all the videos and links and sounds and pictures to go with the words web pages such as Dry Red, or this, instead of the dryer-than-dry ice self-indulgent academic wankery the establishment makes me read endlessly in order to obtain a piece of paper which will amount to either a ticket to employment in the field of photocopying and data entry or a ticket to years upon years of reading ever-increasing amounts of dry self-indulgent academic wankery on pieces of paper made from the trees we so desperately need to store our rapidly diminishing levels of carbon in our atmosphere so that one day I may be deemed qualified to begin attempting to force new generations of drug-addled and disaffected young minds who unlike their educators are still more interested in socialising and sex and enjoying life and trying avoid falling into the ever-increasingly materialistic middle-class lifestyles of their quasi-non-conformist educators than making buckets of money to feed said educators said increasing need for material consumption into reading unreasonably large bundles of exactly the same crusty soul crushing academia while at the same time encouraging them to think freely and creatively about ways to trying to liberate society from outdated structures of debilitating conformity.
Who needs speed when you get unlimited free coffee and breakfast from a dodgy mate who works in swanky camberwell cafe's?
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Ever fallen in love?
Shy pommy schoolboy and a pretty punk pommy schoolgirl bond over the latest Buzzcocks 7" inna record store, she's tellen 'im to come to'er joint to lissen to'et yeh, then back a'er joint they share a brew, anna fag, she tells 'im: "gob on me", they spit beer on eechuvva, then they lose their shit an shag like swee'arts listenin' to the 'cocks.
nAWWW fuckin' luvely 'at is iznit?
nAWWW fuckin' luvely 'at is iznit?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
TIIIMBERRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If a bear shits dreamily in the woods and the fucking pope is nowhere near the scene of the rather serene crime to hear anything about it, then what's the point of it being posted on some weirdo's music blog where no-one will ever fucking well smell that shit? There is no point at all, one would argue correctly. This explains why it must be posted on this motherfucker right here, this mighty bastion of mainstream indie-alternative trend-setting, this new cool cunt fuckwit bible, this extremely-well-known-except-only-in-the-coolest-kids-on-the-interwebz-circles music and other cool stuff interweblog, this super successful superstar elitist style sensation that like ptch4k or whatever like totes wishes it could be, but knows it never will be because like chuh as if, this space that is soon to be smothered in heaps of hyper lucrative hispter fashion label advertising, extorting money out of its fucking fabulously fashionable fanbase, whose super sublimely sensational taste in absolutely everything and soul squashing preoccupation with social status leads them buy a whole bunch of ridiculous shit they don't need in the slightest but desperately need to own for the sake of the consumer-item cultural capital that it brings to their personal brand, thus making the 'uber-cool' capitalist pigdog AmeriApparel style 'socially conscious' corporations (and consequently the best blog ever itself) ultra rich and therefore even cooler, this be all and end all of music and modern cultural criticism, this blog that this blog reccomends ultra-highly, that this blog suggests that if you don't like it you're probably a loser or weird or something, and gives its new album 10.3 out of 9.... Conversations With Unicorns.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
unified suck farts....
the distant, the mournful,
sound of a ships horn,
suggesting nothing more,
than the sad exhale,
of a distant god,
watching the pathetic struggles of humans.
(blowing their noses, for example, or...
performing unified suck farts.)
sound of a ships horn,
suggesting nothing more,
than the sad exhale,
of a distant god,
watching the pathetic struggles of humans.
(blowing their noses, for example, or...
performing unified suck farts.)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
meat shake...
Shakin' it, good.
Swinging from rafters, good.
Eating microphones, good.
Not going to see thee oh sees in Melbourne last month, bad.
Not being in Monterrey to see thee oh sees this weekend, bad.
Thee oh sees: good, Miles... bad.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
this just in... america loves jesus.
A gallup poll in 1999 asked a bunch of stupid seppo's whether they would vote for an 'otherwise' well-qualified...
Woman (95% yes)
Roman Catholic (94%)
Jew (92%)
Black (92%)
Mormon (79%)
Homosexual (79%)
...
Atheist (49%)
So... 5% surveyed admit they would never ever vote for a bitch, yet only 6% swear they would never vote for a pope-blower. Another 8% are willing to state they would never vote for a kike or a nigger, while only 79% would be willing to trust a fag; the exact same number that don't mind the notion of a derranged door-to-door jesus freak running their nation.
A MAJORITY of those surveyed would never vote for an atheist.
Que pedo.
"When one person sufferes from a delusion it is called insanity.
When many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion."
- Robert M. Pirsig ~ Zen & The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
"Majority rule, don't work in mental institutions." - NoFX
"Jesus Cunt, Supercunt. Religion is fucked in the head." - Miles
Woman (95% yes)
Roman Catholic (94%)
Jew (92%)
Black (92%)
Mormon (79%)
Homosexual (79%)
...
Atheist (49%)
So... 5% surveyed admit they would never ever vote for a bitch, yet only 6% swear they would never vote for a pope-blower. Another 8% are willing to state they would never vote for a kike or a nigger, while only 79% would be willing to trust a fag; the exact same number that don't mind the notion of a derranged door-to-door jesus freak running their nation.
A MAJORITY of those surveyed would never vote for an atheist.
Que pedo.
"When one person sufferes from a delusion it is called insanity.
When many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion."
- Robert M. Pirsig ~ Zen & The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
"Majority rule, don't work in mental institutions." - NoFX
"Jesus Cunt, Supercunt. Religion is fucked in the head." - Miles
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
somos mas los buenos que los malos...
Its not us VS them.
The enemy is within.
I could unfuck myself.
You could unfuck yourself.
Together we could unfuck the world.
Pero no.
¿Que pedo?
¿Por que?
The enemy is within.
I could unfuck myself.
You could unfuck yourself.
Together we could unfuck the world.
Pero no.
¿Que pedo?
¿Por que?
Thursday, November 4, 2010
from a funny memo from a funny memo...
millas,
probablemente ya lo hayas escuchado.
me agrada
XD
I kinda like pretty, overly-opinionated hippy girls who clearly have no idea what they are talking about.
In fact I'm pretty sure I am one.
I just wish people didn't believe in dragons.
Stuff that we can see is amazing.
We can make magic with our minds, and this is good.
Lots of lies are good.
Beautiful lies aren't evil, but no-one should claim they are true.
Believing lies is what got us in this whole fucked-up mess in the first place.
probablemente ya lo hayas escuchado.
me agrada
XD
I kinda like pretty, overly-opinionated hippy girls who clearly have no idea what they are talking about.
In fact I'm pretty sure I am one.
I just wish people didn't believe in dragons.
Stuff that we can see is amazing.
We can make magic with our minds, and this is good.
Lots of lies are good.
Beautiful lies aren't evil, but no-one should claim they are true.
Believing lies is what got us in this whole fucked-up mess in the first place.
Monday, October 25, 2010
pretty videos from home and stupid songs in very stupid spanish from right here, right now.....
Q.
what do you do when a lovely girl with a lovely fringe who plays lovely lonely guitar in your brain and sometimes sings lovely songs you both like in a lovely lilting light voice sends you a video you already know of two similarly lovely girls sitting in a forrest playing lovely guitar and singing a lovely lonely song you already love in lovely lilting light voices?
A.
1. sit around in foreign land trying to write songs about foreign girls in a foreign language that you don't understand using a foreign textbook that you don't understand and a computer that doesn't understand anything at all in an attempt to try to forget about your own old life and about your own old language and about the existence of the pacific ocean.
2. fail miserably at all of the above.
3. drink many beers.
ella tiene una lista de palabras nuevas
los muchachos bailan con las muchachas
yo hablo mucho veces con mi maestra
yo trato de practicar tambien
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
mujeres dibujan mapas en mi mente
ella pregunta la hora
yo preparo informacion para la futura
yo necesito un buen cuaderno
nosotros conversamos siempre en espanol
nosotros tomamos limonada en cada reunion
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
tu siempre comunicas
enthusiasmo en espanol
un muchacho ayuda a otros muchachos
hoy yo tocaro la gitarra
nosotros usamos la forma correcto
nosotros contestamos la pregunta
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
ella habla sobre los productos
ella informa sobre la poesia moderna
yo contesto un sobre la arrogancia
yo espero leer una novela persona
nosotros hablamos poco en la biblioteca
nosotros hablamos rapido en la selva
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros cantamos siempre un cancion para ella
what do you do when a lovely girl with a lovely fringe who plays lovely lonely guitar in your brain and sometimes sings lovely songs you both like in a lovely lilting light voice sends you a video you already know of two similarly lovely girls sitting in a forrest playing lovely guitar and singing a lovely lonely song you already love in lovely lilting light voices?
A.
1. sit around in foreign land trying to write songs about foreign girls in a foreign language that you don't understand using a foreign textbook that you don't understand and a computer that doesn't understand anything at all in an attempt to try to forget about your own old life and about your own old language and about the existence of the pacific ocean.
2. fail miserably at all of the above.
3. drink many beers.
ella tiene una lista de palabras nuevas
los muchachos bailan con las muchachas
yo hablo mucho veces con mi maestra
yo trato de practicar tambien
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
mujeres dibujan mapas en mi mente
ella pregunta la hora
yo preparo informacion para la futura
yo necesito un buen cuaderno
nosotros conversamos siempre en espanol
nosotros tomamos limonada en cada reunion
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
tu siempre comunicas
enthusiasmo en espanol
un muchacho ayuda a otros muchachos
hoy yo tocaro la gitarra
nosotros usamos la forma correcto
nosotros contestamos la pregunta
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
ella habla sobre los productos
ella informa sobre la poesia moderna
yo contesto un sobre la arrogancia
yo espero leer una novela persona
nosotros hablamos poco en la biblioteca
nosotros hablamos rapido en la selva
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros cantamos siempre un cancion para ella
Friday, October 22, 2010
music for skating down hills at night while wearing big fuck-off shiny silver noise-cancelling headphones vol. 68...
Cloneominids by FigueAlaska
AKA trippy electronic shit by the man with the best beard-tache in all of Mexico.
wusshhh
AKA trippy electronic shit by the man with the best beard-tache in all of Mexico.
wusshhh
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
blast from last summer...
last year i loved a song
it just came on mtv mexicana
it reminded me of last summer
it made me buy beer and darts
its 3 in the morning
on a monday in monterrey
in mexico
so far away from where i was
so much has happened since
yet it still feels like last summer
the next one will be weird
Thursday, October 7, 2010
mi respuesta de un correo electronico estupido para mi universidad en Australlia....
Hi Yuki!
Hi everyone at Swinburne Abroad!
I'm fine.
I have heard gunshots several times since I arrive, last week they were very loud and right outside my house, and yesterday I could hear them en la tarde when I was smoking cigarettes and practising my spanish with cute mexican girls at uni.
Sorry, but I won't be going to meetings or communicating international offices or anyone else other than my young mexicano amigos y familia in regards to safety. They are the ones whose advice I trust, as nearly all other advice I get is hysterical and unhelpful. If it was up to many personas, especially internacional estudientes (mainly girls :P), I would spend my entire exchange locked in the toilet of my apartment.
It is very frustrating listening to international students gossiping at university about whether or not the situation is getting "better" or "worse" in an empty-headed, extremely reactionary fashion every time there is a shooting. The drug war, the apparently corrupt government and media and police, in conjunction with the apparently extreme and unquantifiable power and influence of the drugs cartels in this part of the world... well the catch-22 situation makes it completely impossible for anyone (international offices, students, and mexicana personas included) to have even the vaguest clue as to whether the situation is "getting worse" or getting better".
The gossiping personas I speak of are reading the (apparently) extremely corrupt and sensantionalist (y influential) mainstream newspapers and television every day.... if one was to believe their representation of the situation one would think that walking around Monterrey was like walking around the set of Resident Evil 4.
I have yet to see any bloodied corpses or zombies, and it is fairly unlikely that I will.
It works better for me not to think about the situation and just get on with having the most amazing time I've ever had in my life... I could get eaten by a shark swimming at the beach or be hit by a truck skating or bitten by a spider out the bush in Australia anytime... and I plan to travel all over the world to all sorts of foreign and dangerous locations in the future. Therefore I am using this experience as a means of learning how to deal with fear in a sensible manner.
Although it breaks my heart to hear stories of violence, kidnappings y shootings etc from friends, and my hear goes out to the lovely people of mexico who have to deal with the fear and violence every day of their lives... I have the philosophy that I'm more likely NOT to experience such things than I am. More people don't get shot than people who do. So I try not to let it worry me. Succumbing to fear makes it very difficult to remain happy and positive, and acting fearful in dangerous situations always makes them more dangerous. Everday bad guys can see and smell who is looking and smelling scared in the streets and are much more likely to target people whom they can tell are already terrified. Walking around the streets behind garbage bins every time a car backfires or constantly looking your shoulder is a very bad idea. If the bad guys are proper, nasty, narco-sharks with AK47s looking for a foreigner to rob or kidnap, then there is nothing I can do about it either way, so there is not point thinking or worrying about it.
I see Collingwood won the grand final replay. Tell me this is all a horrible joke made up by the Australian media especially designed to make a homesick traveller very very depressed. HAHA.
The thought of the MCG covered in Black and White streamers makes me want to vomit, but at least it has gone a long way toward allaying my feelings of homesickness. If England beat Australia in the cricket this summer, which is looking like a possibility going on both side's current form according to an australiano amigo..... I am going to be one very unhappy camper upon returning to the city of poor sporting results.
This weekend I am going to the futbal with a mexicano amigo who supports the Monterrey Tigres... I support the Richmond Tigers in the AFL. I have been watching the Primera Division de Mexico on the television and videos on youtube of the muy muy loco fans drinking beers and chanting and sometimes getting in very crazy riots. Mi amigo assures me it will be alot of fun and he knows how to ensure we avoid any dangerous situations. OLE TIGRES!!!!
On sunday I am climbing the mountains once again with amigos from Mexico and a Norwiegan Viking amigo. I'll send you some photos!
Paz y Amor,
y
¡VIVA LA MEXICO!
¡Saludos!
Millas.
Hi everyone at Swinburne Abroad!
I'm fine.
I have heard gunshots several times since I arrive, last week they were very loud and right outside my house, and yesterday I could hear them en la tarde when I was smoking cigarettes and practising my spanish with cute mexican girls at uni.
Sorry, but I won't be going to meetings or communicating international offices or anyone else other than my young mexicano amigos y familia in regards to safety. They are the ones whose advice I trust, as nearly all other advice I get is hysterical and unhelpful. If it was up to many personas, especially internacional estudientes (mainly girls :P), I would spend my entire exchange locked in the toilet of my apartment.
It is very frustrating listening to international students gossiping at university about whether or not the situation is getting "better" or "worse" in an empty-headed, extremely reactionary fashion every time there is a shooting. The drug war, the apparently corrupt government and media and police, in conjunction with the apparently extreme and unquantifiable power and influence of the drugs cartels in this part of the world... well the catch-22 situation makes it completely impossible for anyone (international offices, students, and mexicana personas included) to have even the vaguest clue as to whether the situation is "getting worse" or getting better".
The gossiping personas I speak of are reading the (apparently) extremely corrupt and sensantionalist (y influential) mainstream newspapers and television every day.... if one was to believe their representation of the situation one would think that walking around Monterrey was like walking around the set of Resident Evil 4.
I have yet to see any bloodied corpses or zombies, and it is fairly unlikely that I will.
It works better for me not to think about the situation and just get on with having the most amazing time I've ever had in my life... I could get eaten by a shark swimming at the beach or be hit by a truck skating or bitten by a spider out the bush in Australia anytime... and I plan to travel all over the world to all sorts of foreign and dangerous locations in the future. Therefore I am using this experience as a means of learning how to deal with fear in a sensible manner.
Although it breaks my heart to hear stories of violence, kidnappings y shootings etc from friends, and my hear goes out to the lovely people of mexico who have to deal with the fear and violence every day of their lives... I have the philosophy that I'm more likely NOT to experience such things than I am. More people don't get shot than people who do. So I try not to let it worry me. Succumbing to fear makes it very difficult to remain happy and positive, and acting fearful in dangerous situations always makes them more dangerous. Everday bad guys can see and smell who is looking and smelling scared in the streets and are much more likely to target people whom they can tell are already terrified. Walking around the streets behind garbage bins every time a car backfires or constantly looking your shoulder is a very bad idea. If the bad guys are proper, nasty, narco-sharks with AK47s looking for a foreigner to rob or kidnap, then there is nothing I can do about it either way, so there is not point thinking or worrying about it.
I see Collingwood won the grand final replay. Tell me this is all a horrible joke made up by the Australian media especially designed to make a homesick traveller very very depressed. HAHA.
The thought of the MCG covered in Black and White streamers makes me want to vomit, but at least it has gone a long way toward allaying my feelings of homesickness. If England beat Australia in the cricket this summer, which is looking like a possibility going on both side's current form according to an australiano amigo..... I am going to be one very unhappy camper upon returning to the city of poor sporting results.
This weekend I am going to the futbal with a mexicano amigo who supports the Monterrey Tigres... I support the Richmond Tigers in the AFL. I have been watching the Primera Division de Mexico on the television and videos on youtube of the muy muy loco fans drinking beers and chanting and sometimes getting in very crazy riots. Mi amigo assures me it will be alot of fun and he knows how to ensure we avoid any dangerous situations. OLE TIGRES!!!!
On sunday I am climbing the mountains once again with amigos from Mexico and a Norwiegan Viking amigo. I'll send you some photos!
Paz y Amor,
y
¡VIVA LA MEXICO!
¡Saludos!
Millas.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
READ THIS BLOG!!!!!!!!!
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
sueño numero doce...
after I finally begged,
she tried to leave,
then sheepishly returned,
ding dong on my doorbell,
despite the bell-end
I ignored the pig-head.
you so stupid, stupid.
in the dreamtime I dreamt of her,
of her and her friend,
inside and out,
don’t believe the lies...
on the seventh day,
god created a shower.
I awoke avoiding reality,
wishing on whims,
wanting to touch,
very very much,
although also wildly worried,
a feeling for a friend,
es only the dreamtime amigo,
friends aren’t that friendly in the daytime.
Remember the past.
Don’t do anything stupid, stupid.
You so stupid, stupid.
Stop choosing such stupid choices, stupid.
Start being smart, stupid.
she tried to leave,
then sheepishly returned,
ding dong on my doorbell,
despite the bell-end
I ignored the pig-head.
you so stupid, stupid.
in the dreamtime I dreamt of her,
of her and her friend,
inside and out,
don’t believe the lies...
on the seventh day,
god created a shower.
I awoke avoiding reality,
wishing on whims,
wanting to touch,
very very much,
although also wildly worried,
a feeling for a friend,
es only the dreamtime amigo,
friends aren’t that friendly in the daytime.
Remember the past.
Don’t do anything stupid, stupid.
You so stupid, stupid.
Stop choosing such stupid choices, stupid.
Start being smart, stupid.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
num num num num num...
after a night of drinking on rooftops
staring at the city lights dancing
the only thing as good as waking up
in bed with lots of lovely latina ladies
is the goodness to be had upon getting up
listenin' to spanish singing and dancing
makin' sweet banana pancakes
with even sweeter back rubs.
staring at the city lights dancing
the only thing as good as waking up
in bed with lots of lovely latina ladies
is the goodness to be had upon getting up
listenin' to spanish singing and dancing
makin' sweet banana pancakes
with even sweeter back rubs.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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