Sunday, May 31, 2009

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Friday, May 29, 2009

A Acrostic Poem For Canadian



That afternoon I realized I had a deep cavity, barely concealed with sparing my tooth enamel. And a strong pang chewed me deprived of the opportunity to continue eating. The putrefaction of a dead body is always bizarre, but the degradation of a body in life is painful. I did not know when I started to neglect, to conform with the image of me before I fill all this shit, an image that now is pathetic: I'm a shit with a tooth bite. I do not know if there are more bodies rotting inside. The truth is that the more I am filled with the undesirable deeper gap.
Most things in life I was given too late, my first kiss, my first love, my first ticket, my first shit, just as in July, just as he was bald and her death came so accelerated.
remember Isabel, the first woman he fell in love, Polish polyglot with enviable thighs, was magnificent and I hated you for making me see things so improbable as its existence would be small in my life.
After I met you, throwing stones at the windows of the witch, shouting that they were the worst of the guys will know ...