Así que senadores Rossi, Chahuán, Girardi y Ruiz-Esquide, váyanse a la conchasumadre.
A nosotros tampoco nos importa. Por eso lo escribimos.
viernes, 22 de abril de 2011
Ley del tabaco
Así que senadores Rossi, Chahuán, Girardi y Ruiz-Esquide, váyanse a la conchasumadre.
jueves, 21 de abril de 2011
Mi Soundtrack #2: "The Battle of Hampton Roads"
Tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports
Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports
And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore
And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse
But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts
Because we have been told that if you've been assured
There's a way to live the values your forefathers gave you
Prepare to be told "That shit's gay, dude"
Well, I guess that what they say is true
That there is no race more human
No one throws it away like they do
The things I used to love, I have come to reject
The things I used to hate, I have learned to accept
And the worst of the three, you now have to expect
Satan ain't hard to see without craning your neck
He'll be seventy-some inches tall
He'll be chugging a beer and he'll be grabbing his balls
He's a remote explosive waiting for someone to call
He's just eighteen for now but he's going to murder us all
Solidarity's going to give a lot less than it'll take
Is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped?
Is there a boy in this town that's not exploding with hate?
Is there a human alive that can look themselves in the face
Without winking?
Or say what they mean without drinking?
Or believe in something without thinking, "What if somebody doesn't approve?"
Is there a soul on this Earth that isn't too frightened to move?
I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain
When it was nothing but a piece of putty
So now try as you may
But you will always be a tourist, little buddy
And half the time I open my mouth to speak
It's to repeat something that I heard on TV
And I've destroyed everything that wouldn't make me more like Bruce Springsteen
So I'm going back to New Jersey, I do believe they've had enough of me
So when I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs
After deep cups of patience have been drunk to the dregs
And now I'm heading west on 84 again
And I'm as much of an asshole as I've ever been
And there is still nothing about myself I respect
Still haven't done anything I did not later regret
I've a hand and a napkin when looking for sex
And that's no one to talk to when feeling depressed
And so now when I drink, I'm going to drink to excess
And when I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest
And when I scream, I will scream until I'm gasping for breath
And when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest
Of my days peddling hate out the back of a Chevy Express
Each one a fart in the face of your idea of success
And if this be thy will, then fucking pass me the cup
And I'm sorry, Dad, no, I'm not making this up
But my enemy, it's your name on my lips as I go to sleep
And I know what little I've known of peace
Yes, I've done to you what you've done to me
And I'd be nothing without you, my darling, please don't ever leave
Please don't ever leave.
viernes, 8 de abril de 2011
Mi Arte Pt. 4
Has he lost his mind?, Can he see or is he blind
Can he walk at all? Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he live or dead? I see thoughts within his head.
We'll just pass him there. Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel in the great magnetic field!
When he traveled time for the future of Mankind.
Nobody wants him He just stares at the world.
Planning his vengeance that he will soon unfurl.
Now the time is here for ironman to spread fear.
Vengeance from the grave kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him they just turn their heads.
Nobody helps him now he has his revenge.
Heavy boots of lead fills his victims full of dread.
running as fast as they can Ironman lives again.
Cabrón de Hierro
¿Ha perdido la cabeza?, ¿puede verlo o está ciego?
¿Puede caminar acaso? ¿O si se mueve caerá?
Está vivo o muerto? Puedo ver los pensamientos que atraviesan su cabeza.
Simplemente pasaremos de él, ¿por qué habría de importarnos?
Él fue convertido en acero en el gran campo magnético
Cuando viajaba por el tiempo hacia el futuro, para salvar a la humanidad.
Nadie lo quiere, el sólo se quedó mirando al mundo.
Planeando su venganza, la cual pronto desplegará.
Ahora, ha llegado el momento para que el Cabrón de Hierro siembre el miedo.
La venganza desde la tumba mata a las personas que alguna vez salvó.
Nadie lo quiere, ellos sólo voltean sus cabezas.
Nadie lo ayuda, ahora tiene su revancha.
Pesadas botas de plomo llenan a sus víctimas de pavor.
Corriendo lo más rápido que pueden, el Cabrón de Hierro vive nuevamente.
martes, 5 de abril de 2011
Karma It's A Bitch
Les tengo una bien wena. Imagino que recordarán el episodio con Pablito, el hueón ese que me trató de saco huea sin fundamento alguno.
La hueá es que hace dos días lo vi por ahí merodeando en la universidad, pero había algo que me llamó la atención: El hueón andaba con dos muletas y un yeso en su pierna derecha hasta el comienzo de la rodilla.
En ese momento encontré que el hecho que estaba presenciando era más jocoso que la mierda y me alegré profundamente de la desgracia de este individuo, realmente me regocijé de verlo con tantas dificultades para caminar.
Su cara, sin embargo, seguía como si nada, onda: “Sigo siendo el súper perro zorro de la hueá”, no obstante lo cual su mediocre pseudo-caminar me bastó, priceless.
Es obvio que la lección acá es clara, el karma es una perra. Sinceramente encuentro que este hueón merecía romperse su pata culiá y pienso que fue Dios mismo quien partió el cielo, bajó y con sus propias manos destrozó el frágil hueso de Pablito en orden a restituirme por los daños morales de los que fui víctima por la reprobable actuación de este sujeto.
Me pregunté, también, ¿quién es el saco hueá ahora?, acto seguido bailé un pequeño paso de twist así como un Moonwalk, cosa que Pablito jamás podría hacer en estos momentos, por Dios si hasta bañarse o pegarse un caque debe significar un mundo de dolor para él, qué bueno.
Hoy lo vi nuevamente con sus extensiones metálicas en los brazos, imprescindibles para una persona en su deplorable estado, se encontraba esperando el ascensor, no le quedaba otra.