viernes, 20 de febrero de 2009

my way home//parte I

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she knocked me out.

"I mean. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down.
Thet's the thing about girls.
Everytime they do something pretty
even if they are not much to look at
or even if they are sort of stupid
you fall half in love with them.
And then you never know where the hell you are.
Jesus Christ.
They can drive you crazy.
They really can."

Extracto del libro
"The catcher in the Rye"
Escrito por
J. D. Salinger
dedicado a

martes, 17 de febrero de 2009

good afternoon xxxxx comunity

It has come to our attention that this forum has gained a reputation for, to put it bluntly, utter randomness. It is in this type of enviroment that we belive people of great intelligence can be found. This might seem counter-intuitive, but, bear with us.
The mind is a difficult thing to measure based upon outward communications. Given structured practice, even the most feeble minded, can seem intelligent. Therefore, the more feeble-minded one is, the greater outward structure they crave. xxxxx is the very antithesis of this.
Our organization has deemed beign able to mentally handle chaos as the primary quality in those who seek to join us. However, there are those around you, that don't share your mental abilities.
The rewards and risks of our organization are great, so we only accept those who go beyond their fellow human beigns.
Therefore, we have created a little puzzle if you will.
This image is not as it seems and the test has already begun.
The key is all around you.

You have just lost the game.

martes, 10 de febrero de 2009

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more productive

not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well
(no bad dreams)
aionarap on
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall)

fond (but not in love)

-charity standing orders-
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash
(also on Sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish - at a better pace
slower and more calculated

no chance of escape

now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism)

will not cry in public

less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat)

a good memory

  • still cries at a good film
  • still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that's driven into:

frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness)


more productive

a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics