27.10.14

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I don't really like to talk about money, but I guess I have to if I wanna pass this. I'm not even mad, that's great in someway I can't really explain. I'm here just to write incoherences, like the title of this post: is Cincinnati above us? is Cincinnati, actually, a word for heaven? John took Shaun to Cincinnati, and both say that Cincinnati is above: there is a Cincinnati above you, baby. Ok, let's talk about money: is important to me? Let's see: With money I -my parents- pay for my studies, so money is kinda important, but there is something: I don't care about studies, so money can't be important that way. Anyways, I think money is important in some way: with 100 dollars you can have a great hour, yeah. Details? What for? Life needs mystery; besides, I don't really have money: the few coins and bills I have goes to buy some milkshakes with friends. Now I think I'm gonna save a little because I wanna go to the hippodrome 'cause there is the future, I can feel it -some dreams told me that: there's the future, your future-. Shaun will soon be gone. Sorry, there's a Johnny Monad waiting to be free. I try to manage my money wisely, and since I'm wise -"if my words are yours, can you hear my father?"-, I'm a good manager. If I was a millionare, I'd use it in animal shelters and some organizations to protect them, specially dogs, but all animals deserve hope and happiness. Human kind? Well... Besides that, I'd use that money to make films. And maybe I'd buy an island to myself; a tsunami-proof island. I'd pawn absolutely nothing, because all possessions I have are important to me, except for the stuff that reminds me school and university, which are directly thrown away to the garbage, where it belows. Bye. The end is near -the end of all world or just Stinkweed?-.

20.10.14

I hate pigeons: no-pigeons supremacy; Whisper Supremacy: Cold Hate, Warm Blood and Emaciate

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(this was written to be read with an irish -real irish from the real Ireland, not that fake (north)"Ireland"- accent, so have fun)

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How green am I, or how green my valley is, or how green my city is. I do not have the answers for the second and third question, but I do have the first one: I guess I'm kinda green, but in my spirit and not really in my actions: I'm a traitor of the planet. The only thing that makes me a little bit green is that I'm vegetarian, but I don't know many environmental friendly practices; just the common ones: don't put together plastic and other materials, use the trash can and not the lawn or lakes, don't waste light and energy and water, etc. I learned that stuff in TV, I think, I'm not very sure where I get my information from... of anything I know. I have not really incorporated the environmental friendly practices into my life, which is kinda lame, because I prefer nature over asphalt. Anyways, and this shows how contradictory I am, I don't use bicycle because I don't like them -thank you very much for that, father-: I use a car. Sometimes I use my legs, when using the car is too complicated because of the parking lots, always at full capacity. I have not joined any eco-organization, but I support them; somebody has to protect this planet in a proper and serious and professional way. I would like to support those eco-organizations, like Leonardo DiCaprio does, but I don't have any money for that matter. I'll just try to be as much eco-friendly as I possibly can: first, get some information; then, do something that I can do. In the meanwhile, I'll just rest, which is a way of no-contamination. Santiago is no very eco-friendly, but what can I do: I'm just a citizen.


6.10.14

Living in oblivion

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Big news!: Kim Kardashian, that woman who had the bright idea to marry Kanye West, the not less brilliant mind rapper, owner of a beautiful music, in fact, the best black musician of the entire human history, so, so god damn brilliant that he couldn't get the "fish tick" joke and made a big deal about something that little, yeah!, that woman, listen carefully to the BIG BREAKING NEWS!, that woman who had a baby with that genius named Kanye and called the little creature North (West, last name of the good Kanye), that woman who become a mother, forgot, precisely, her baby in the hotel she was staying in Paris, the city of lights. She was about to leave the place and suddenly she noticed that something was missing: the little North. She tried to explain herself, but I have already wrote too much, so let's finish quickly:
It occurs in Paris, involves two people (Kim and North, I guess the staff doesn't count, and where is the father -Kanye-?), is kinda shocking because a baby would have been abandoned in a luxury hotel in Paris (it didn't happen, thank the lord), and it will not affect in any circumstances my community, city or country. Why? Nobody cares.
The piece of news I would like to hear/read/watch/ignore is one where some guy beat the hell out Kanye for being such and idiot.
God acts in mysterious ways. BTW, watch Mysterious Skin by Gregg Araki.