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04.21.05 (3:29 pm)   [edit]

Hah! Thats hard, but I'll try. I'll tell ya my favorite songs.


1) Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
2) Somebody To Love - Queen
3) Willie The Pimp- Frank Zappa
4) Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix
5) Chunga's Revenge - Frank Zappa
6) Maggot Brain - Funkadelic
7) House Of Rising Sun - Hendrix's Cover
8 ) Suzie Q - Creedence Clearwater Revival
9) Camarillo Brillo - Frank Zappa
10) School - Supertramp
11) Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf
12) The Time Warp - The Rocky Horror Picture Show
13) If You Want Me To Stay - Sly And The Family Stone
14) Smoke on The Water - Deep Purple
15) Cherry Red - Groundhogs
16) All Your Love - John Mayall & Bluesbreakers with Eric Clapton
17) Presence Of The Lord - Eric Clapton
18) Hey Jude - Beatles
19) Wild Night- Van Morrison
20) That Thing - Lauryn Hill


The order may vary, but these are the songs i love to listen to. At least, songs from 1 to 4 will stay in that position forever and ever :)
My favourite artists are Queen, Frank Zappa and Jimi Hendrix so Its hard to choose only one or two songs from them. Well, enjoy the good music and burn all Britney and Cristina's albums down.



 

 
Meaning of Life
04.16.05 (5:13 pm)   [edit]

Well, Its a nice question. Yeah, It is. Humm, fucking great, indeed. Ehem <cough cough>


Ok, lets think about it. What if there is NO MEANING? Yeah, what about that? Hey, no problem! I dont mind! For those of you that refuse to accept that idea here are some alternatives:


No meaning:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;  _ "Ok, im going to live my life the best way, live like a rock'n'roll star! Be a nice person, dont worry about being fat or ugly, eat, copulate and dont worry about money.
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;  _Become a buddhist or something. Find a religion or a personal faith. Believe in something! That kind of things give hope. Im a practising atheist, so...
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;  _Dont think about it.


In my opinion (and I have a theory about this) I dont think a meaningless thing could exists so... acordding to my own theory...we shouldnt exist! Maybe its the exception that confirms the law. Who knows? Not me. Im mad so you shouldn't be reading this.


Things that give my life a meaning:


Chips, chocolate and burguers (Im thin, I cant belive it)
Books, books and books.
Queen, Frank Zappa and a electric guitar.
My family and boyfriend
And find that everyday is different. I dont need more :D


So, wait, Rene Descartes, Im working in a new theory that is going to kick your ass :D Well, your bones, I mean.


 

 
Lack of Style Things
04.14.05 (2:45 pm)   [edit]

1. People acting despairingly for a comment.
2. The same people asking for a comment, when the "new post" is something like today-is-a-great-day-im-f eeling-great-today.
2. A purple background with purple fonts, with purple links.
3. Blogs about school or domestic life. (boring!)
4. Personal blogs full of pics that nobody cares for. Except if:
5. The guy/girl is hot. Then there are a bunch of morons commenting.
6. Blogs that seem to be new Briget Jones Diaries.
7. "Jimmy looked at me this morning. Im like so happy!!!1111 I called Tina and we talked like 2 hours!!!111 Its like exciting, fer sure." O_oU
8. A comment to that.
9. Blogs about sexual experiencies that never happened.
10. Inspect your blog looking for comments one hundred times per day.
11. Comments like this: Great Blog! Visit mine and comment!
12: This blog is silly too.


Conclusion: are you writing for YOURSELF or for the AUDIENCE?
I have a normal life. Im a girl from Spain. Im a 22 years old student. I have a family, a boyfriend and a pet. Do you really think thats interesting? Argh, I enjoy my life and I write for fun. No need to tell when Im going to the bathroom. Yet, hehe.


Random silly thing: Meg Ryan.

 
Hippies SUCK!!!
04.13.05 (2:37 pm)   [edit]

FLOWER POWER sucks!


Frank Zappa was one of the greatest musical genius of this century. He hated Hippy movement, "Flower power" stuff and people who "sat on the dirty and smoked an awful lot of dope while they played bongos".


He was a proud american but he hated its society, its politics and its religion. He said "if you want your kids to grow healthy and happy, keep 'em away from churchs". I agree.
Here I quote some lines from the album "We are Only In It For The Money"
ENJOY! (and GET the album, you are not going to die happy if you dont have this album)


Who Needs The Peace Corps
..."Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO ..."


Concentration Moon
"...AMERICAN WAY
Threatened by US
Drag a few creeps
Away in a bus
AMERICAN WAY
Prisoner: lock
SMASH EVERY CREEP
IN THE FACE WITH A ROCK"


Mom And Dad
"Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion
In between the moisture cream & velvet facial lotion?
Ever tell your kids you're glad that they can think?
Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink?
Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad?
It's such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom & Dad


Mama! Mama!
Your child was killed in the park today
Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
By the side of the creeps she knew . . .
They killed her too."


Lonely Little Girl
"...ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR
UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF
SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL


Where did Annie go
When she went to town?
Who are all those creeps
That she brings around?


A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY
DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE
ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR
UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES..."

 
Fucking Doves
04.11.05 (12:34 pm)   [edit]

This is not fiction. This is real. This happened to me. Its spooky but 100%true. Its all about doves.


Doves changed my life last summer, when they decided to live in my balcony.

Doves are motherfuckers. They are like the rats of the air, like little city vultures, city seagulls, they just suck. Winged hyenas.
Doves eat anything. Rotten stuff, stones, lighters...of yeah, and BREAD! Awesome. One day I try to give 'em some sunflower seeds thinking "they're not going to eat that, they can't be that stupid" But I was wrong. They are not stupid, they are real assholes. Of course they eaten all the entire sun f. seeds. They looked happy, indeed.


These animals (...) shit all the time, everywhere. Their poo poos destroy our houses, monuments and buildings every day with their stinky excrements. There aren't any doves in Egypt, aren't we lucky?!


The dove brain is just like a pea. Doves are really stupid, they just eat, eat and shit. Well and fuck one time a year. You can kick a dove's ass and propably It wont realise.
In brief, you can't trust in an animal that eats stones to help its digestion.


Last summer a macho-dove decided to live in my balcony. He spent all the day trying to seduce a hot female dove. It was like a nightmare. It sounded like this: brr, brrrrrr, BRRRR, BRRRRRRRMMM. I suffered a lot. No one could tell.


Happily He found a partner. Well, some days I saw 3 o 4 doves there so I was watching live a dove orgy. Some weeks later I found TWO EGGS. I was about to cry.


One month later two horrible a creepy things were on a flowerpot, shivering and with 2 blue balls instead of eyes. 2 weeks later they looked like a pair of testicles !!


They lived there like 1 month, and the babies went to do their own shitty life.


But a couple of months ago I noticed that the palomo (spanish word for male dove) was in my house again, putting his poos all around the balcony and brrrbrrr-ing with renovated power!
So This summer It will be again: "DOVE PROCREATION. RELOADED!"

 
Sex&Hamsters
04.10.05 (1:35 pm)   [edit]

Xingunxingui is not a normal being. She's a hamster. She's a creature that needs only sunflower seeds, lettuce, sex and sleep a lot of hours to be happy.


Well, a hamster doesnt want to be happy. He only wants to sleep, rest and eat. And dont forget about the stinky stuff. Hamsters are one of the dirtiest creatures around the world.


One of the most interesting issues about hamsters is sex. Female hamsters are ready to be mothers each week, more or less. The macho-hamsters are ready 24/7/365 till the day they die. Imagine the brain of your hamster. Its full of sex, nothing but sex over their own poo-poos.
But thats not strange.


The disgusting part is the odor. Once the female is ready and the male is in action, the most stinky, repulsive, nauseating and malodorous odor is all over the cage. The odor is suposed to excite.


A month after, a lot of skinny and pink balls of meat without eyes are the new member of your family. One month after that creatures are covered with hair (and with their own shit) and are ready to be fathers. Like all the hamsters, they expect a life with lotsa sex and lettuce. Only a few get this.


A hamster farm is a cheap and easy way to earn money, despite the fact that 50 per cent of the world hate hamsters and the other half already have 1-3.


Xingunxingui is the proud mother of 12 little and stinky hamsters. What the fuck am i going to do with that meat balls? Dunno yet.


Hichihichijili was the father, he died at the age of 1. He got lost. Xingu misses him. She is need of a partner. Notice that she doesnt want to talk about philosophy.


Hamsters are...stinky and nasty. Fuck off.

 
Duffyduffyalio's mind
04.09.05 (8:41 pm)   [edit]

After Gagagargamalia's dead Duffy thought life had a meaning, But he did'nt know anything else.


(Read Gagagargamalia's suicide and you will get the idea. Well, probably not.)

 
Gagagargamalia's suicide
04.09.05 (8:00 pm)   [edit]

Gagagargamalia is a groundhog that thinks he's a man. He is happy, at least that's what he says.


He walks from his stinky little hole to the beatiful lake and he looks to the water. His very good friend, Duffydyffyalio the Frog stares at him like the frog that looks a pile of shit. Duffy is worried.


Gaga looks his image on the water and he sees a blond man with a tan. He is a blond man with a tan, he could be Brad Pitt. He could even be the man on the moon. He could be Einstein himself.


_Im not a man. I am a god. Now i KNOW.


But Gagagargamalia thinks he's wrong. He is not a god his GOD HIMSELF. He smiles and looks at his new image. His blond and with a tan, he is GOD.


He thinks about his new powers and looks to the sky. There are a lot of grey and ugly clouds. He doesn't like clouds anymore. Now he loves the sun because is hot, and bright and big. And what the hell, he made it! Fuck the clouds, FUCK OFF!


But Gagagargamalia is tired. He is only a groundhogs, and he's a small creature. Being a god is a hard job for a groundhog, wich needs to sleep six months per year. But Gagagargamalia is not only a stinky, shitty and ugly creature, he's our beloved father.


Gaga wants to go home, he feels very tired. But then, he suddenly stops.


Somethings wrong. Something's wrong in Gaga's mind.


_Im not sane, now i KNOW. Im fucking crazy, im absolutely MAD! Im a fucking idiot.


He needs a Valium. He feels lonely and is not gay a glad anymore. He's not happy. He walks to the cold lake and began to swim even without knowing how to swim. But he doesnt care. Gagagargamalia doesnt want to be God anymore. God could not be MAD! Brad Pitt must not be INSANE! Duffyduffyalio will not believe this. He is gonna think im an asshole.


He cries and their tears get lost in the water. Hes torn and depressed and feel like a real bastard.


He is a Frog now, he is a swan like his loving friend Duffyduffyalio the Frog, he could be anything.


He went down to the deepness of the lake, and fell asleep forever. His last meditation was that he became a siren.


He was an asshole, said his friend Duffy. And duffy went home with his family and wife, Hugyhugyhugola the fox.

 
My Brain is Dead
04.09.05 (6:40 am)   [edit]

My brain is dead? Isnt it great?


 

 
A Brand New Start...
04.08.05 (3:23 pm)   [edit]

Start a relationship, a book, a drawing, a blog. Its always easy but its so hard to finish it...Its even harder when you lose interest.


Yesterday you love that song or that story, you really feel is alright, even great, and start to think you can even do something new.


But tomorrow...It's gone. That little spark that kept your mind dreaming about that fucking great idea you had... the next morning (or even a few hours later) is reduced to ashes.


A lack of volition maybe? no work routine? Or is it me? So many things I could do...So many things I started and then forgot and left in a chest, abandoned forever.


I need a cure! Maybe Im the new Beethoven, or the new Caravaggio or even the 21st century Shakespeare and Im wasting mi life without giving the world my work and example!


Or maybe Im just an asshole with a lot of dreams and no strength to make them true ; )


Dunno, but im sure that tomorrow, Ill read this and I will think that Its one of the most stupid things I've read lately =)

 
A nice Groundhog!

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