Beam TV: Sad Panorama of Depression
Un viejo amigo lo resumi� en pocas palabras:
"Este mundo se va a pique."
Creo que no hay mucho mas que agregar a eso.
Un viejo amigo lo resumi� en pocas palabras:
"Este mundo se va a pique."
Creo que no hay mucho mas que agregar a eso.
Beam TV: Recuerdo el mar
De regreso a Tijuana y de ah� a Mexicali, 1800 kilometros en 48 horas.
Antes de eso, ten�a que entrar al mar y ser capaz de decir a mi
descendencia que entr� al mar en el punto de convergencia entre
el golfo y el oceano pac�fico y el mar se extiende tan lejos que
la gente pierde la raz�n y baja la vista ante la magnificencia de
este paisaje.
Regresamos a nuestra programaci�n habitual.
De regreso a Tijuana y de ah� a Mexicali, 1800 kilometros en 48 horas.
Antes de eso, ten�a que entrar al mar y ser capaz de decir a mi
descendencia que entr� al mar en el punto de convergencia entre
el golfo y el oceano pac�fico y el mar se extiende tan lejos que
la gente pierde la raz�n y baja la vista ante la magnificencia de
este paisaje.
Regresamos a nuestra programaci�n habitual.
Beam TV: Rebound
C'mon , old friend, I don't need your warnings; I know
you care about me but can't you see I'm just here to get
my kicks?
Sometimes I feel like God is a child and I'm his favorite
cartoon; it's been quite a while since I realized that life's
too short and incoherent to spend it like the majority of them,
like grotesque sheeps wandering aimessly.
Rebound? C'mon, that's for mere humans and I can hardly
considere myself one of them.
C'mon , old friend, I don't need your warnings; I know
you care about me but can't you see I'm just here to get
my kicks?
Sometimes I feel like God is a child and I'm his favorite
cartoon; it's been quite a while since I realized that life's
too short and incoherent to spend it like the majority of them,
like grotesque sheeps wandering aimessly.
Rebound? C'mon, that's for mere humans and I can hardly
considere myself one of them.
Beam TV: Interlude
Anyways, talked to Punkie some hours ago; she being the
queen of posers and fake punks in Mexicali. As usual, she was
incoherent and boring, but this time she crossed some lines
I thought she wouldn't cross in a long time. She started
to tell me about this poser boy she was dating, I replied
her with my trademark bitter, sarcastic comments; her
big point being that he was the best boy she had been
going out with. As usual, I tried to put her down: "You'll
forget him," I told her, she tells me that she made sure
he will never forget her. This makes me thing, so I keep
pressing her 'till she tells me that she had sex with him
and it's funny, 'cause I used to make fun of her all the time,
she acting all slutty but not being one and the fun part
is that she thinks this was special for the other guy
when truth is that all of his friends know every single
detail of her pussy, how much did she bleed, if she
was a natural for giving head, et cetera.
The rules of the game keep changing every day. It's
all about being able to adapt.
I saw a hawaiian torta stand here. It remembered me
of her wings; I'm a persona non-grata in Pennsylvania now,
well, as the song says "The girl got reasons/ they all
got reasons."
The San Diego pictures came out great, most of them
Beta's and Dee's pictures. Even I came out half-decent.
Life's so good sometimes.
Anyways, talked to Punkie some hours ago; she being the
queen of posers and fake punks in Mexicali. As usual, she was
incoherent and boring, but this time she crossed some lines
I thought she wouldn't cross in a long time. She started
to tell me about this poser boy she was dating, I replied
her with my trademark bitter, sarcastic comments; her
big point being that he was the best boy she had been
going out with. As usual, I tried to put her down: "You'll
forget him," I told her, she tells me that she made sure
he will never forget her. This makes me thing, so I keep
pressing her 'till she tells me that she had sex with him
and it's funny, 'cause I used to make fun of her all the time,
she acting all slutty but not being one and the fun part
is that she thinks this was special for the other guy
when truth is that all of his friends know every single
detail of her pussy, how much did she bleed, if she
was a natural for giving head, et cetera.
The rules of the game keep changing every day. It's
all about being able to adapt.
I saw a hawaiian torta stand here. It remembered me
of her wings; I'm a persona non-grata in Pennsylvania now,
well, as the song says "The girl got reasons/ they all
got reasons."
The San Diego pictures came out great, most of them
Beta's and Dee's pictures. Even I came out half-decent.
Life's so good sometimes.
Beam TV: South
Here I'm, Los Cabos, the end of the world, where the pacific and the Sea of Cortez
become one... old, wrinkled, shaggy tourits walking around in shorts and bikinis
and old age, plenty of teenage girls showing of, 2 or 3 of them even beautiful, cellulite
riden cheap venuses showing their large bouncy breasts and normal asses; everything
a little too expensive and a few mexicans, most ones running the place. I've been
in this city for now just 2 days now and I've seen it's face. It could be anywhere, it's
like one of those hollywood sets, nothing much else but curio shops and taco stands.
But when you sail and get thru the cave of San Andres and then pass next to Neptune's
finger, the arch which appears in all those pictures and you get to that single rock
overcrowded by dark seagulls which act as if they owned the world, you see the sea
becoming violent and the salt permeates everything, that's when you feel that the whole
long, boring trip has been worth it.
I'm holding some new pictures of some old friends tightly, very tightly.
Here I'm, Los Cabos, the end of the world, where the pacific and the Sea of Cortez
become one... old, wrinkled, shaggy tourits walking around in shorts and bikinis
and old age, plenty of teenage girls showing of, 2 or 3 of them even beautiful, cellulite
riden cheap venuses showing their large bouncy breasts and normal asses; everything
a little too expensive and a few mexicans, most ones running the place. I've been
in this city for now just 2 days now and I've seen it's face. It could be anywhere, it's
like one of those hollywood sets, nothing much else but curio shops and taco stands.
But when you sail and get thru the cave of San Andres and then pass next to Neptune's
finger, the arch which appears in all those pictures and you get to that single rock
overcrowded by dark seagulls which act as if they owned the world, you see the sea
becoming violent and the salt permeates everything, that's when you feel that the whole
long, boring trip has been worth it.
I'm holding some new pictures of some old friends tightly, very tightly.
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