viernes, 29 de julio de 2016

Form follows function, Vanity follows $$$

Ignoro por qué nadie lo ha dicho pero

los puertos USB a los lados de las laptops son de lo más incómodo que hay...

Antes no era así... antes estaban atrás como Dios manda

y había espacio para las manos y las tazas y cosas varias

y vimos que era bueno

pero como todos quieren copiar los disparates de Jobs...

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miércoles, 27 de julio de 2016

Para dejar de ser ignorante

Hay que ir en busca de la verdad

Y ahí estamos fritos

porque esa es una cuestión de espíritu...

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jueves, 21 de julio de 2016

miércoles, 20 de julio de 2016

martes, 19 de julio de 2016

domingo, 17 de julio de 2016

Comedy - Real life edition

1a. esposa: -Cada semana tengo una disputa con mi marido, y a usted no le pasa igual?

La otra esposa: -Yo no tengo disputas cada semana porque a mi marido le pagan cada mes...


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sábado, 16 de julio de 2016

Death by Pokémon

Si las muertes por tomarse una selfie superan a las muertes por ataque de tiburón en todo el mundo, las muertes por Pokémon Go son sólo cuestión de tiempo.

Van a encontrar cómo - tengan fe en la raza humana...

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viernes, 15 de julio de 2016

Charles Bukowski - Girl on the escalator



as I go to the escalator
a young fellow and a lovely young girl
are ahead of me.
her pants, her blouse are skin-
tight.
As we ascend, she rests one foot
on the step above and her behind
assumes a fascinatin shape.
the young man looks all around he appears worried,
he looks at me.
I look away.

no, young man, I am not looking,
I am not looking at your girl's behind.
dont worry, I respect her and I respect you.
in fact, I respect everything; the flowers that grow, young women,
children, all the animals, our precious complicated universe, everyone and everything.

I sense that the young man now feels better and I am glad for him.
I know his problem: the girl has a mother, a father, maybe a sister or a brother,
and undoubtedly a bunch of unfriendly relatives
and she like to dance and flirt and she likes to go to the movies and sometimes
she talks and chews at the same time and
she enjoys really dumb TV shows and she thinks she's an actress and she
doesn't always look so good and has a

terrible temper and sometimes she almost goes crazy
and she can talk for hours on the telephone and she wants to go to Europe some summer soon
and she wants you to buy her a near-new Mercedes and she's in love with
Mel Gibson and her mother is a
drunk and her father is a racist
and sometimes when she drinks too much she
snores and she's often cold in bed and
she has a guru, a guy who met Christ
in the desert in 1978, and she wants to be a dancer and she's unemployed and she
gets migraine headaches everytime she
eats sugar or cheese.

I watch him take her up
the escalator, his arm
protectively about her waist, thinking he's
lucky,
thinking he's a real special guy,
thinking that nobody in the world has
what he has.

and he's right, terribly
terribly right, his arm around
that warm bucket of
intestine,
bladder,
kidneys,
lungs,
salt,
sulphur,
carbon dioxide
and
phlegm.

lotsa
luck

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jueves, 14 de julio de 2016

sábado, 2 de julio de 2016

Malicia Indígena



Dios me guarde si alguien publicara algo así en este país

les da apoplejía inducida por racismo...

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