Beam TV: Outside
Para la cosita sexy: es tiempo de empezar a comer fresas....
Para la cosita sexy: es tiempo de empezar a comer fresas....
Beam TV: Late night edition
"It all ends in tears anyways"
-Allen Ginsberg
"It all ends in tears anyways"
-Allen Ginsberg
Beam TV: Voyeur
I look everywhere, and the only thing I see, is masked faces and empty
eyes, which remind myself of my own void.
I look everywhere, and the only thing I see, is masked faces and empty
eyes, which remind myself of my own void.
Ce Matin La
Tzonte just told me via MSN Messenger that I actually passed French. So I'm
kind of happy. Well, today my dad had the great idea of taking me and ma to the park
to take a walk, as usual, wacky hijinks ensued.
You get out of your house at 6 am in the morning, and this is what you get: traffic, lots
of traffic, in Tijuana people just can't drive, no, I'm wrong, they know how to drive, they
just don't give a good fuck about it.
One thing I've always wondered is what's this Abraham Lincoln doing in the middle of the
city, I mean, the guy's allright, abolished slaverty and all, but, hey, you don't see Pancho
Villa's statue on Seattle, isn't?
Tijuana is a warzone. Drug cartels execute people (mostly, from Sinaloa, which is the anus of
Mexico) every other day. They just killed 2 cops near my house, mafia-style, so the Mexican
Army patrols the neighbor. This ain't Mexicali, I'm starting to get the idea.
After much more traffic and soldiers, we finally arived the park. We started to walk...
What I didn't remember was that Tijuana is in the middle of the Sierra, so everything
is... inclined... its hard to climb if you don't have condition, baby... my parents did
a good job, though.
The strange thing of the day was when I sighted this Xoloiscuintle, runing free in the
park. Xoloiscuintles are hairless dogs from Mexico. They used to be food, now they're
expensive pets- they're almost extint. I managed to take a couple of fair shots
of this beast from the pits of hell...
That's it for the morning edition. Stay tuned...
Tzonte just told me via MSN Messenger that I actually passed French. So I'm
kind of happy. Well, today my dad had the great idea of taking me and ma to the park
to take a walk, as usual, wacky hijinks ensued.
You get out of your house at 6 am in the morning, and this is what you get: traffic, lots
of traffic, in Tijuana people just can't drive, no, I'm wrong, they know how to drive, they
just don't give a good fuck about it.
One thing I've always wondered is what's this Abraham Lincoln doing in the middle of the
city, I mean, the guy's allright, abolished slaverty and all, but, hey, you don't see Pancho
Villa's statue on Seattle, isn't?
Tijuana is a warzone. Drug cartels execute people (mostly, from Sinaloa, which is the anus of
Mexico) every other day. They just killed 2 cops near my house, mafia-style, so the Mexican
Army patrols the neighbor. This ain't Mexicali, I'm starting to get the idea.
After much more traffic and soldiers, we finally arived the park. We started to walk...
What I didn't remember was that Tijuana is in the middle of the Sierra, so everything
is... inclined... its hard to climb if you don't have condition, baby... my parents did
a good job, though.
The strange thing of the day was when I sighted this Xoloiscuintle, runing free in the
park. Xoloiscuintles are hairless dogs from Mexico. They used to be food, now they're
expensive pets- they're almost extint. I managed to take a couple of fair shots
of this beast from the pits of hell...
That's it for the morning edition. Stay tuned...
Beam TV: Embraced in the dreams of futile nights
I had this strange, beautiful dream: I was in downtown Mexicali, passing thru,
and suddenly I find Lucretia, my old love crush from high school, she sees me
and annouces "I dumped my fiancee, Beam!" "So now I can make a move on
you, allright?" She says yes, I hold her in her arms, (she's fairly small) kiss her,
hold her, etc.
It's ludicrous, I'm just too lonely, but aren't we all, ah, it's allright, everything's
perfectly and completely fine... "I'll get high on my lonelyness..."
Anyways, that lil' gone gal, Paola send me an e-mail, with some of her
writings... they're so good that I will pass copyright laws right thru my ass and publish
a short fragment, for "review purposes..."
I have to leave them behind. I�ll leave them behind and care no more and go on and
keep living and follow my cursed fate of loneliness and cigarrettes in the fading and lonely
dusk. Unlove. Unlove is walking in the always cold night cold wind slapping my face I can
hear the echoesof my lonely footsteps on the sidewalk humidity chills my bones night sad
night is filled with fog and I can hardly see anything around me and it�s dark and it�s getting
colder and my footsteps long to get home but I really have no home there�s this strangers
house waiting for me empty and unfriendly and my little cup of coffee running short but my
feet keep walking my whole body keeps walking my full soul hastens to get there to my
unhome but somehow I never arrive. That�s unlove.
That's all for today folks. I'm out to live life...
I had this strange, beautiful dream: I was in downtown Mexicali, passing thru,
and suddenly I find Lucretia, my old love crush from high school, she sees me
and annouces "I dumped my fiancee, Beam!" "So now I can make a move on
you, allright?" She says yes, I hold her in her arms, (she's fairly small) kiss her,
hold her, etc.
It's ludicrous, I'm just too lonely, but aren't we all, ah, it's allright, everything's
perfectly and completely fine... "I'll get high on my lonelyness..."
Anyways, that lil' gone gal, Paola send me an e-mail, with some of her
writings... they're so good that I will pass copyright laws right thru my ass and publish
a short fragment, for "review purposes..."
I have to leave them behind. I�ll leave them behind and care no more and go on and
keep living and follow my cursed fate of loneliness and cigarrettes in the fading and lonely
dusk. Unlove. Unlove is walking in the always cold night cold wind slapping my face I can
hear the echoesof my lonely footsteps on the sidewalk humidity chills my bones night sad
night is filled with fog and I can hardly see anything around me and it�s dark and it�s getting
colder and my footsteps long to get home but I really have no home there�s this strangers
house waiting for me empty and unfriendly and my little cup of coffee running short but my
feet keep walking my whole body keeps walking my full soul hastens to get there to my
unhome but somehow I never arrive. That�s unlove.
That's all for today folks. I'm out to live life...
Beam TV: The evening edition
Not much happened, went to Plaza Rio to see a movie, I took this picture of a guy
dancing on the streets...
...and this other one, of a nacimiento (representation of the birth of baby jesus)...
Then we went to see that movie, The Ring, which would've been cool if
only I hadn't seen Fear dot com about three months ago... they're exactly
the same! Dammit, and to make things worse, I think the cam broke or
something, because my sister keep taking pictures of me and they all came
out like this:
Evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm off of to see "Silence of the lambs..."
Not much happened, went to Plaza Rio to see a movie, I took this picture of a guy
dancing on the streets...
...and this other one, of a nacimiento (representation of the birth of baby jesus)...
Then we went to see that movie, The Ring, which would've been cool if
only I hadn't seen Fear dot com about three months ago... they're exactly
the same! Dammit, and to make things worse, I think the cam broke or
something, because my sister keep taking pictures of me and they all came
out like this:
Evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm off of to see "Silence of the lambs..."
Tijuana, sunrises and the secret of the cursed statues
Well, due to technical reasons (I own a 120 mhz Pentium-S which basically is a typewriter
machine with a monitor and solitaire) I hadn't updated, but well, here I'm. So stop crying,
girls and boys, 'cause Old Uncle Beam is back in action.
So, I totally cut from Mexicali, I was tired and I hadn't seen my folks in about 2 months, so
they wired me some money, and there I was, on the bus to Tijuana... nothing happened,
mom picked me at the bus station, then I arrived home. I took my sisters to the movie
rental store, had an argument with the clerk, told her to "Shut her pie hole" and quickly
exited the place.
"You'll never see me in this godforsaken shithole of a movie store again... wait...
do you've got all Todd Solonz's films? Fuuuuck..."
Then, after a brief talk to nevr I went to sleep at midnight. I woke up about
five hours later, my mouth tasted like metal, I washed my teeth with baking soda,
talked to nevr and ang a little... the sun was coming out, so I decided to
take some pictures of the sunrise from the mountain besides my house.
It was pretty stunning, if you ask me, only thing I like about Tijuana is the climate, but Mexicali,
I miss it already. I also took a nice picture of a tree.
Then I went down the mountain again, it was kind of hard, the ground was slippery,
but I remembered what Japhy Ryder told Ray Smith on "The Dharma Bums":
'You can't fall from a mountain!', and I didn't.
I was going back to my house when I saw the goblins my sisters talk to me about
on the phone when I'm in Mexicali: A couple of really scary looking statues almost
on the middle of the street.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Exhibit C:
Remember kids, the truth is out there... If you've any ideas of what these
statues mean, if they're some kind of anatema or something, don't forget to drop a comment
to Old Uncle Beam... see ya, and trust no one...
Well, due to technical reasons (I own a 120 mhz Pentium-S which basically is a typewriter
machine with a monitor and solitaire) I hadn't updated, but well, here I'm. So stop crying,
girls and boys, 'cause Old Uncle Beam is back in action.
So, I totally cut from Mexicali, I was tired and I hadn't seen my folks in about 2 months, so
they wired me some money, and there I was, on the bus to Tijuana... nothing happened,
mom picked me at the bus station, then I arrived home. I took my sisters to the movie
rental store, had an argument with the clerk, told her to "Shut her pie hole" and quickly
exited the place.
"You'll never see me in this godforsaken shithole of a movie store again... wait...
do you've got all Todd Solonz's films? Fuuuuck..."
Then, after a brief talk to nevr I went to sleep at midnight. I woke up about
five hours later, my mouth tasted like metal, I washed my teeth with baking soda,
talked to nevr and ang a little... the sun was coming out, so I decided to
take some pictures of the sunrise from the mountain besides my house.
It was pretty stunning, if you ask me, only thing I like about Tijuana is the climate, but Mexicali,
I miss it already. I also took a nice picture of a tree.
Then I went down the mountain again, it was kind of hard, the ground was slippery,
but I remembered what Japhy Ryder told Ray Smith on "The Dharma Bums":
'You can't fall from a mountain!', and I didn't.
I was going back to my house when I saw the goblins my sisters talk to me about
on the phone when I'm in Mexicali: A couple of really scary looking statues almost
on the middle of the street.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Exhibit C:
Remember kids, the truth is out there... If you've any ideas of what these
statues mean, if they're some kind of anatema or something, don't forget to drop a comment
to Old Uncle Beam... see ya, and trust no one...
