el malacopa, con la lengua ponsoñosa

necesito un pinche cigarro

te reto a que me digas una buena razon para levantarme de mi cama esta mañana, te reto a que me des un motivo para dejar de soñar, para despertar. te reto a que saques tu navaja y me la entierres en la panza, a que me cortes la garganta, a que me digas que me amas. a que me cuentes tus mentiras de la puta eternidad y de la puta vida, de todo y nada y lo que sea...

nintendo, mota y un vacio existencial

un jodido pez gay

no quiero ser comprendido, quiero desentenderme del mundo. quiero contar un chiste y que nadie mas que yo se ria de el.

i like cinema

I like cinema it makes me feel real good. sometimes when i eat chocolate it drips down my chin and reminds me of the first time i ever touched a girls nipples. her name was looloo and she stunk like pop corn. looloo worked in a movie theater and in the late 80's she gave me a real nice hand job while i watched the film goodfellas. i also found a set of car keys on the floor. after she gave me a hand job then we walked through the parking lot and stuck the keys in the door of every parked car. there was a dog in the back a red Buick who had vomit all over his lips, he kept barking like crazy. that was the last car we checked and then we stuck the car key in and it worked perfectly. looloo had some extra chloroform that she had stolen from her science class. she put it over the rag and then accidental suffocated this poor dog to death. i remember looking at her and feeling really bad for the dog but looloo wasn't wearing a bra and she was making sure that her nipples were hard. i kept thinking that i might marry this bitch. but now the question was what to do with this dead dog. so we waited till everyone got out of the movie theater. we wrapped the dead dog in a blanket and stuffed it in her bosses office. she thought it would be a good joke. her boss was a gay man and he was real sloppy with the way he ran the cinema so looloo thought it would be a nice gesture to drop off this dead dog behind her bosses wooden desk. we left the dog and then jumped in the stolen car. i remember that the car smelled like onions mixed with maple syrup. looloo said she wanted to drive to the beach. i said no way, that's 800 miles from here. looloo said that she would lick my ass if i agreed to drive with her to Miami. i had never had my ass licked before and i had never been to Miami either. i told her i thought that getting my ass licked sounded kind of strange and maybe even a little too gay. she said no way. she said that once her mother had licked the ass of Marcello Mastriani and that it had been one of her greatest life achievements. i said lets do it bitch. so we drove Miami. for some reason i could only get a boner if looloo was sitting next to me in a movie theater. we didn't have much money so we snuck into theater where they were playing a film that could have been Jurassic Park. i can remember all the dinosaurs and an old women who had her shoes off in front of us. looloo gave me another hand job and it was great. i busted a nut when all these people started killing the dinosaurs with electric wire. it was great. it was shortly after that looloo called her mother back home who was suffering from cocaine addiction and ulcers. her mother said the police were after us. she said the dog looloo killed was a famous supreme court judge who was pissed off and ready to prosecute the hell out of us. her mom said she would buy us a ticket to Brazil and we could live out there for the rest of our lives and never look back. for some reason all that i kept thinking about was how looloo still hadn't licked my ass yet. i had seen one porno in the 5th grade where a Chinese women licked the ass of a man in donkey costume. i kept thinking that if we did go to jail then i should at least get my ass licked. it just so happened that the movie goodfellas was playing at midnight in Orlando Florida. so we drove to Orlando. looloo jirked off a garbage man for the gas money. she licked my ass in Orlando that night. i have to admit that it did feel wonderful. i was watching Joe Pesci the whole time that was strange. the next day we abandoned the car and rolled it off a cliff so that no one could find us. we went to the beach and begged for spare change. looloo met a hippie and disappeared. i was pissed at her but i also felt relieved. i took a grayhound bus back home and i was arrested on the spot when i walked into my house. my neighbor called the cops on me. i spent one year in juvenile prison. the funny thing is that while i was in prison the only movies that we could watch on VHS were goodfellas and Jurassic park. when i got released i found out looloo had jumped off the golden gate bridge and died. i felt really bad for a few hours but then i remembered how good it was when she licked my ass and what a gift she had given me. i think that's what started my love affair with the cinema and shaped my groundbreaking philosophy.

elogio de la vagancia

"De nada vale estar vivo si hay que trabajar."

André Breton

“Una extraña locura se ha apoderado de las clases obreras de las naciones donde domina la civilización capitalista. Esta locura trae como resultado las miserias individuales y sociales que, desde hace siglos, torturan a la triste humanidad. Esta locura es el amor al trabajo, la pasión moribunda por el trabajo, llevada hasta el agotamiento de las fuerzas vitales del individuo y de sus hijos. En vez de reaccionar contra esta aberración mental, los curas, los economistas y los moralistas han sacralizado el trabajo. Hombres ciegos y de escaso talento, quisieron ser más sabios que su dios; hombres débiles y despreciables, quisieron rehabilitar lo que su dios había maldecido. Yo, que no me declaro cristiano, economista ni moralista, planteo frente a su juicio, el de su Dios, frente a las predicaciones de su moral económica y libre pensadora, las espantosas consecuencias del trabajo en la sociedad capitalista”.

El derecho a la pereza de

Paul Lafargue

...solo trato de justificar el porque soy un pinche vago...

el aullido, mi pinche aullido

he visto a las mejores mentes de mi generacion destruidas por la locura, he visto a las mejores mentes de mi generacion destruidas por la locura, he visto a las mejores mentes de mi generacion destruidas por la locura, he visto a las mejores mentes de mi generacion destruidas por la locura, me repetia una y otra vez como un mantra desquiciado que gritaba tan alto que Dios tendria que escucharme mientras corria freneticamente sobre los techos de esos carros, el maximo exponente de estatus social de los pobres ilusos que aun no saben que estan muertos mientras yo le aullaba de forma totalmente histerica y enloquecida a la puta vida, como queriendo hacer despertar a los muertos de su letargo y embriagarlos al igual que yo con el sopor de esta puta existencia, deambulando en la ensordecedora quietud de la violencia nocturna con los ojos colericos y la cara hecha mierda por los chingazos que recibo con esa sonrisa sardonica y delirante cunado escucho los cantos funebres y las apocalipticas trompetas que resuenan en esta ciudad que huele a muerte y huele a sexo sin olvidarme de la terrible infatuacion que siento por todas las mujeres que han cruzado su mirada con la mia y esa terrible mujer descendiente de Persefones que sera mi maldicion, a mi que soy un mentiroso, un ladron, un adicto, un borracho, depresivo, maniatico, un suicida insonme, un maldito equilibrista que pasa su vida jugando en la cuerda floja suspendida en el abismo, esperando a que el tiempo lo corrompa todo y flotar en el vacio donde no hay arriba o abajo, principio o final, donde estas solo con tu pinches pensamientos, tus pensamientos perversos porque te juro que te haria cosas que harian sonrojar al Marques de Sade en este puto mundo que arde en llamas, todo arde en llamas en el preciso momento que le damos de patadas a la muerte en el culo y bailamos sobre la tumba de Dios, tomando una botella de vino y viendo de frente a la eternidad.