Spray Painting And Lung

The Beetle Is Me

turns out that I am a Peperepo. Or something worse. I knew instinctively that the type of bug to which I belong was called somewhat similar, as beetle or cuasihumana human version. Or fly came, because flies are associated with genius, as Tito Monterroso, every good writer mentions a fly at least once in his writing. He even drew them on napkins.

I'm not fly, but I have to be beetle, or a type of insect but not as Kafkaesque as the "Naked Lunch" by Burroughs [what they want, I have always been pretentious].

Anyway, yesterday, talking to C on the messenger [not put its name because it could be misunderstood that she is also a bug and although sometimes I do believe their photoshopped images, I know I have not], I diagnosed as a typical case of peperepeo [or something worse, say peperepeo acute or mutated, which is saying a lot]. But my fault, and inquisitive.

talked to C about three hours, a little bit. When I returned puter, at 7 pm, he was gone. Messenger left the window open and I continued my activities around 9 pm just put into hibernation the lap and went with some friends.

Already in the morning, some time ago in my house, I turned on the compu again to finish off a pair of earrings and my session correctly. It is then I see the chat window with C and reread this discussion. Now I'm dying of laughter and shame for all that I said there. Look

be a peperepo has no pride, it would rather be fly monterrosiana!, But at such evidence can not do much, it's like when you're a child [or adult, which is worse] and everybody will discovered by testing the icing on the cake with a finger, how did you say no? Now how refuse to peperepo I am.

C was written with his nickname messenger who had just saved from peperepear thanks to a friend. And that, the big mouth of Carlos arrives and asks innocently, "So what is peperepear?"

As here I have opened the entire conversation with C, I'll play the fateful discovery, disclosure of the thing I am. The story and turn off the computer, because now and I have to go to sleep [are going to give 4 in the morning]. ----------


I : C, what is peperepear?
C: Put your chin up a bit ... look ahead ... start looking from left to right ...
I : ja, ay idol, the things that make me do
C : make it a little faster ... like you're lost ... that ... that is peperepear ... Add it you have limited time ... and instead of doing what you have to do ... peperepées
I : ah, do not remember doing that before
C: is that you are very clever ... do things that only limited ... net ... when you do more than one once a week of worry
I : I suspect not quite understand ... Is something like Yogi Bear?
C: peperepear ... is drool ... asshole ... look back and forth and not knowing what to do ... and one peperepea always precisely the wrong moment ... the case of which we have people who do physically noticeable ... I say, we all make mistakes ... but habemos those leagues we shout when we in lela
I: yap, and who was the famous Peperepo who gave his name?
C: that's a good question ... long ago my cousin and I talked about peperepear ... but I remember the Greco-Roman basis of our term
I : happens to me then I'll go somewhere and forgotten halfway to where, and then I return and the returned and I remember back ... Is that?
C : yes !!!!!... only you do not do with eyes ... but with legs
I : look !!!... oops ... sparks, and me if it happens to me more than once a week
C: <---- peperepeo clásico

I : Ahhhh ... I should call Peperepo ... but do not tell anyone ... I really like the moniker

C : we all have bad months ... in which accumulated over 4 ... only that some people have a lifetime poor and help those who have only months let's be more ready

I : What do you call when there is always uneven and always end up on the floor falling into one, even though you know it's there, but I always forget?

C: losing ground

I : and not funny when it happens, eh ...

C: I always stumble ... My brother says that I made the trip by walking style

I : there should also be a celebrity, as Peperepo, for that bad ... I'm clueless, clumsy and forgetful ... [But good person] ... I once went to school with different shoes ...

C:

I : and another time I worried about put everything in the backpack, to control the TV ... and yes I forgot a book that I should take

C : the best I have is this ... I was looking where to social service ... I went to the Banco de Mexico ... I did and I passed all tests ... called me and said they were interested in my work for a position and not in the service ... if he was interested, I would do an interview ... Day 9 to 12 hrs ... I got on 12 at 9 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... BM forget work

I : haha, that's not happened to me ... but look at this, it is best when get someone to watch a movie at the cinema, and like 3 minutes before the end I remember that I had already seen, and the worst is that I have the misfortune to speak out loud and everyone learns ... or this one, when I have to go somewhere in town, my mind is blocked and do not know what the best route, and since I am a block or two, I remember once I went out there and that there was more than two ways to get better instead of how I got ... shawls, I'm pathetic

C: I have another ... Have you ever had 3 books of the same? ... I do

I : ah, yes ... or when I'm reading a book and after 10 minutes I realize I do not know what the fucking hell said above ... or page

C: ah, that of not knowing ... always happens to me !!!... I get distracted with anything

I : sip, but your view still collecting letters and words and phrases ... already seriously who knows what they mean

C: haha \u200b\u200b... well ... If you do know is that peperepear

I : how to think, all that happened to the brother of a friend

C: I think

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How To Make A Wrestling Name

Eva and Alba, and Lantana AVOID Bauche

Eva Pallares is an actress English. Recently participated in " Dark Blue Almost Black " a film that has not yet arrived in Mexico [I hope will].

few months ago, looking for people to film on Myspace, left his name and added it to my . And I saw a short film (written and performed by her) that really touched me: " When Dad Say .



Then I saw another, "who is extremely friendly " in it what I liked most was music, a little ditty entitled "Jo, how cold," starring Lantana. Also she added to myspace.



After a few days, Lantana accepted me, but Eve. "AVOID "Called his myspace and actually saved me. You may have said" and this guy does, I have nothing to do with the Mexicans, or is a stranger is a stranger clueless or crazy, but in any case to fly, I do not lose much ".

The thing is that Eva and Lantana are friends, very friendly apparently. And very interesting the two. Lantana real name is Alba Garate and actress and singer. Once accepted into the myspace for it, I wrote to ask how to get "Jo, how cold in Mexico and listen to their music. He never answered. Now I have a little song in mp3 and two others, also highly recommended:" Love "and" Always. "tends not to like the music pop, but her own, do not ask why.

few weeks later I added to Eva and I subscribed to your blog, for news. This time I agreed. Perhaps it came into my myspace and saw that Lantana was from my contacts and that probably gave him more confidence [or maybe he thought that would re-emphasize crazy if I kept rejecting]. Now both sites I visit regularly. One more reason to go to Spain one day.

"AVOID", besides sounding a warning, should also mean a relationship between "Eve" and "Art." And is that Eve, in addition to acting, producing and directing, he writes. And he writes well.

Some of my friends have confessed that although I have no artist, I would like someday to have something to do with the movies, participate in some shooting, so the contribution is negligible. In fact, I am of those awaiting the end of a movie and read the credits. And absolutely all that are listed in large letters and tiny envy.

One of my desires is to be part of a group of friends, artists, actors and actresses, preferably. Go to a party with them, going for a coffee, go to the movies. When you recognize any in the street, out with friends, just feel envious of those friends. Not that I would change mine, but among so much variety that I have no full scenarios or theaters.

few weeks ago I opened my fotolog and Eva opened a few days too. Thus, in recent days, I could hear about the progress of their projects. One short of his called "Tutorial" for example. Obviously not out or in Madrid, but the pictures I've seen and I have wanted to know. And knowing him [and write it, as I now do] before the official release, of course that makes me feel part of [small and distant, but part] thereof.


I write this post because he had to say how grateful I am that my fotolog Eva signed last week. And today I went back to yours that I've been added to your favorites [just hope it does not disappear soon].

After all I've counted up lines you can imagine how excited I am: it is the feeling I had always wanted to feel, as complicity, to tell someone "you have to see this movie" or "You gotta hear this song "" is a friend, a good friend, and you'll like it. "

So today I tell you, friends, you have to know, I do not know if you speak a lot of them soon, but do not lose track. Are Eva and Lantana, watch them. They are my close friends, but today I feel as if they were. ----------------------




Some phrases from "Say Father When", a monologue by Eva Pallares:

-black Jersey , black pants, gray, black, black with gray, what should I wear?
"I was sleeping the body and it hurts my eyes.
"When dad will say to talk in the past. Never again will anyone tell dad, so I die a word. What silence, no.
"But I always put it to leave me, I feel great with black, that is not mourning, if I really had value was naked.
"It made me very late, and I fail I will go tomorrow or after tomorrow. -----------

Send "Love", song by Lantana:

My love is not love but pain
in my heart, without measurement.
A beautiful flower that invites me to dance,
without rhyme or reason, from here over there.
I tied and untied me,
hurts me and hugs me, I removed
I retaliates.

My soul is not my being, but your being,
me away from me, your girl.
A unreason
encourages us to dance without waking, from here over there.
I tied and untied me,
hurts me and hugs me, I removed
I retaliates.

My voice is my voice but your voice, very distant
words I do not understand a deep echo

invades what was that love is not love, but pain,
soaked bed, you face in the pillow,
my laughter, your laughter, my tears.

And you is not you, but a murky picture without your light, butterflies feed
depleting
waiting for a new love that is not me, I am you. -------------

Beach Volley Ball Camel Toe

A time, like 6-7 years ago, was coming to an internet cafe and bumped me in the doorway, almost collided on the door, but no. Just saw her leave and I said "yes, it is the Bauche.

I went to the scene and asked one computer. I sat down and opened the hotmail page, but did not ask me password. Inadvertently entered her mail. Just copy your email and very decently closed session. Then I opened my messenger and added to my contacts, but never saw attached.

This time I said, and not wanting to, "Hey, Once you gave me your messenger, but I've never seen up "and return it to me:" What do you think, I do not use messenger, "" ah! (Seconds of silence because I did not know what to say) ... but your mail is still xxxxxx @ hotmail "," yes, it is the same, "" good, thank you. "

Pray to see how long the back a bump.

[Or, if anyone knows preséntenmela, since I saw the pandrosita in "To Die " I said "ah, I really paid attention to that morrita"]

By the way, my collection of matches:

1 .- When he was in this group of White Roof I began to get emails inviting me to plays (or ask why I came, I never knew)

2 .- One of these works was that of Frida Kahlo with Laura de Ita

3 .- Then I find the website "A lot of old, and I enter there I see pus nosy and Laura de Ita is equal

4 .- I go to a concert Polka Madre last year and it turns out the girl in the accordion is Ita Navy

5 .- I

three weeks ago at the premiere of "Monologues Miss Vagina "with Laura and Polka Madre and release it there goes the
Bauche

mean, does all make sense?

How is it possible for me to bump a day in a X internet cafe, get your mail, receive newsletters on its waves farmers, take a picture with her and [damn!] the truth the truth is that neither know seriously enough to tell my buddies, "Oh, do you think, Saturday I will not always be able to go to the party, I'll have coffee with Vanessa, sorry, another time ".

In order

[this message is also in my fotolog, also pass around to say hello, and fas: http://www.fotolog.com/carlosoramirez/ ]