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She was short, 5 feet maybe, tops. had long dreads and almond eyes, her great grandfather on the mothers side was Chinese. Short and beautiful, with perfect bottom and bosom...ok, she had splendid boobs and a wicked ass. I loved her. We met, we had some wine in a hill, just as the sun started to fade. We rolled in some dried up grass that left our shirts full of some pointy seeds. We had to go to my house, take the pointy seeds out, lay down in the sofa. She loved portishead, more wine and portishead in the speakers, and weed. She smoked more than i did, honest, but could actually function after, like do work, and speak to people important things without them noticing she was a high as a kite. Hmm, i said, we should have something to eat with this wine, its starting to get to me. Sure, what should we have, she asked. I have some nice steaks, I replied, they would go perfect with this here wine, a dense, deep red Cabernet Sauvignon. Her eyes opening like plates, staring. 

I don't eat meat.


Ok..uhm..damn. really?lol k, lemesee, well, I have some pizzas, we could just throw them in the oven, and..



I don't eat cheese either, and if you didn't make it yourself, the dough most probably has some animal fat in it.



.....whuuh..k, tell me what do you do eat, I thought vegetarians could eat cheese too. 
Im not a vegetarian. Vegetarians take all kinds of liberties, they eat cheese, milk and eggs. Even fish, like that wasn't a kind of meat, the morons. Im a vegan, i actually care for living creatures.
Vegan. that's the first time i ever met one. I failed to notice how serious this thing was, she was a peta member, had subscriptions to vegan magazines, didn't wear, or use or eat anything that had anything to do with animal exploitation. We used to get into fights when i said vegetables are living creatures and have feelings too, that someone somewhere once recorded a plant reacting to boiling water, with an actual pain response. And what about real farm eggs, from chickens that run free and are not like the factory ones, why don't we eat those freely. And what about the contamination of the plastic that was used to make those shoes, instead of leather. She had a response to everything i told her. Eventually, i became a lacto vegetarian for 6 months when we lived together. When we got to the one year anniversary, she was eating cheese, and i was eating eggs and fish. 2 month later, i was making a BBQ in the house with some friends. I saw her staring at the spiced chicken, smelling. She got up, walked to it, grab a honey mustard wing, and devoured it, with no mercy. I forgot how tasty was this poor little bird, she said between her teeth. She just sighed and had another one, then walked away. 
3 months later, it was over. I engaged in another relationship, she married and moved out of the country. 5 years later, we talked at a common friend birthday party. She never went back to veganism after that day. She wasn't any fatter, she was just like the day i met her. She said a part of her died when she gave up not eating meat. She still wont use leather, or wool, nor eat eggs, or milk. She just ate meat and felt horribly guilty. 









-TNx.  

      102ti4h.jpg ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/82252851/ Death of a vegan <br />She was short, 5 feet maybe, tops. had long dreads and almond eyes, her great grandfather on the mothers side was Chinese. Short and beautiful, with perfect bottom and bosom...ok, she had splendid boobs and a wicked ass. I loved her. We met, we had some wine in a hill, just as the sun started to fade. We rolled in some dried up grass that left our shirts full of some pointy seeds. We had to go to my house, take the pointy seeds out, lay down in the sofa. She loved portishead, more wine and portishead in the speakers, and weed. She smoked more than i did, honest, but could actually function after, like do work, and speak to people important things without them noticing she was a high as a kite. Hmm, i said, we should have something to eat with this wine, its starting to get to me. Sure, what should we have, she asked. I have some nice steaks, I replied, they would go perfect with this here wine, a dense, deep red Cabernet Sauvignon. Her eyes opening like plates, staring. <br /><br />I don't eat meat.<br /><br /><br />Ok..uhm..damn. really?lol k, lemesee, well, I have some pizzas, we could just throw them in the oven, and..<br /><br /><br /><br />I don't eat cheese either, and if you didn't make it yourself, the dough most probably has some animal fat in it.<br /><br /><br /><br />.....whuuh..k, tell me what do you do eat, I thought vegetarians could eat cheese too. <br />Im not a vegetarian. Vegetarians take all kinds of liberties, they eat cheese, milk and eggs. Even fish, like that wasn't a kind of meat, the morons. Im a vegan, i actually care for living creatures.<br />Vegan. that's the first time i ever met one. I failed to notice how serious this thing was, she was a peta member, had subscriptions to vegan magazines, didn't wear, or use or eat anything that had anything to do with animal exploitation. We used to get into fights when i said vegetables are living creatures and have feelings too, that someone somewhere once recorded a plant reacting to boiling water, with an actual pain response. And what about real farm eggs, from chickens that run free and are not like the factory ones, why don't we eat those freely. And what about the contamination of the plastic that was used to make those shoes, instead of leather. She had a response to everything i told her. Eventually, i became a lacto vegetarian for 6 months when we lived together. When we got to the one year anniversary, she was eating cheese, and i was eating eggs and fish. 2 month later, i was making a BBQ in the house with some friends. I saw her staring at the spiced chicken, smelling. She got up, walked to it, grab a honey mustard wing, and devoured it, with no mercy. I forgot how tasty was this poor little bird, she said between her teeth. She just sighed and had another one, then walked away. <br />3 months later, it was over. I engaged in another relationship, she married and moved out of the country. 5 years later, we talked at a common friend birthday party. She never went back to veganism after that day. She wasn't any fatter, she was just like the day i met her. She said a part of her died when she gave up not eating meat. She still wont use leather, or wool, nor eat eggs, or milk. She just ate meat and felt horribly guilty. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-TNx.  <br /><br />      <img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/102ti4h.jpg" alt="102ti4h.jpg" /> 81818803 Tue, 06 Sep 2011 07:45:10 -0400 [Blog] Human Musical Possibilities: John Stump, 1944-2006. Added: 2011-09-06 07:45:10

I love music, I hear at least once ever ything that I come across, even the hardcore gabber deevo used to post, or the anime stuff neko puts on the blogs. The wide variety of music mixes, different instruments and styles is overwhelming. You can find anything you ever imagined already done by someone else, from a dub version of trololo, to a ska version of love her madly by the doors.  I was cruisin the net, watching some videos when I came across a very strange video.  Its a tutorial to play 4 hand piano, meaning a piece composed so that two people play a piano song simultaneously. Heres an example:




As the video description goes,

Player 1 Left Hand = Blue

Player 1 Right Hand = Green

Player 2 Left Hand = Red

Player 2 Right Hand = Purple

 

This piece in particular, not so difficult, sounds like Tetris music or something. So, moving to the real deal. The video I mentioned at the start was this one, titled Midi Nickelodeon playing CIRCUS GALOP ITS INSANE. Nickelodeon pianos where like old time jukeboxes, you could throw some money in, and the bastard would start playing on its own. Here is the video in question: 


 



Pure madness. I started to do some research on player pianos (aka autopiano or pianola) and on this particular composition. It was made by Marc-André Hamelin, a piano virtuoso. To grasp the idea of an actual human playing this (or two human beings), lets go back to the piano simulator playing Circus Galop and see how does this looks:







So this would have to take a couple of solid piano players, and a lot of practice if humans really tried to play it. In a quick search, you wont find this live. Just when I was saying, fuck, thats difficult I came across thisridiculously complex and beautiful composition. Its called Death Waltz and its by Mr. John Arthur Stump:







Mind=Blown. A Mysterious man this Stump fellow.

 

No Wikipedia data, not much references to him anywhere, but then I found this jewel:


<a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2vi4bxv" target="_blank"><img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2vi4bxv.gif" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a>



This sheet of music tells a lot about this mans genius. I found it in a blog of his nephew  that gives some info on the man and his work. He passed away in 2006, and its a real shame that his work is being forgiven. Heres the link to the actual blog: http://lostinthecloudblog.com/2010/03/13/john-stump-composer-of-faeries-aire-and-death-waltz/

 

The actual design of the composition is intended, I believe, to be played in an auto piano. Can you imagine 2 personas actually playing this tune in a piano? What a chaos! If youve seen Gattaca, maybe you remember the 6 fingers pianist, genetically made to play impossible compositions. Would that be needed to play Death Waltz? What is the chance that 2 pianist will play this in the future? If John Stump could imagine this being played, then it can happen. 


Have a nice day.


-TNx.

 

 

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81818803/ Human Musical Possibilities: John Stump, 1944-2006. <p><span>I love music, I hear at least once ever ything that I come across, even the hardcore gabber deevo used to post, or the anime stuff neko puts on the blogs. The wide variety of music mixes, different instruments and styles is overwhelming. You can find anything you ever imagined already done by someone else, from a dub version of trololo, to a ska version of love her madly by the doors.<span>  </span>I was cruisin the net, watching some videos when I came across a very strange video.<span>  </span>Its a tutorial to play 4 hand piano, meaning a piece composed so that two people play a piano song simultaneously. Heres an example:</span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kxx6aKPrGWA?version=3&amp;hl=es_ES" width="420" height="345" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><br /><br /><p><span>As the video description goes, </span></p><p></p> <p><span>Player 1 Left Hand = Blue</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Player 1 Right Hand = Green</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Player 2 Left Hand = Red</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Player 2 Right Hand = Purple</span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>This piece in particular, not so difficult, sounds like Tetris music or something. So, moving to the real deal. The video I mentioned at the start was this one, titled Midi Nickelodeon playing CIRCUS GALOP ITS INSANE. Nickelodeon pianos where like old time jukeboxes, you could throw some money in, and the bastard would start playing on its own. Here is the video in question: </span></p><p></p><br /><p><span> </span></p><p></p><p></p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdUy70dh8LY?version=3&amp;hl=es_ES" width="420" height="345" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><br /><br /><p><span>Pure madness. I started to do some research on player pianos (aka autopiano or pianola) and on this particular composition. It was made by Marc-André Hamelin, a piano virtuoso. To grasp the idea of an actual human playing this (or two human beings), lets go back to the piano simulator playing Circus Galop and see how does this looks:</span></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZN0zU3kGVA?version=3&amp;hl=es_ES" width="560" height="345" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><br /><br /><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span>So this would have to take a couple of solid piano players, and a lot of practice if humans really tried to play it. In a quick search, you wont find this live. Just when I was saying, fuck, thats difficult I came across thisridiculously complex and beautiful composition. Its called Death Waltz and its by Mr. John Arthur Stump:</span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F7GNQAO4T4?version=3&amp;hl=es_ES" width="560" height="345" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><br /><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span>Mind=Blown. A Mysterious man this Stump fellow. </span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>No Wikipedia data, not much references to him anywhere, but then I found this jewel:</span></p><p></p><p><span><br /></span></p> <p><span>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2vi4bxv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2vi4bxv.gif" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</span></p><p></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p> <p><span>This sheet of music tells a lot about this mans genius. I found it in a blog of his nephew <span> </span>that gives some info on the man and his work. He passed away in 2006, and its a real shame that his work is being forgiven. Heres the link to the actual blog: </span><span>http://lostinthecloudblog.com/2010/03/13/john-stump-composer-of-faeries-aire-and-death-waltz/</span><span></span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>The actual design of the composition is intended, I believe, to be played in an auto piano. Can you imagine 2 personas actually playing this tune in a piano? What a chaos! If youve seen Gattaca, maybe you remember the 6 fingers pianist, genetically made to play impossible compositions. Would that be needed to play Death Waltz? What is the chance that 2 pianist will play this in the future? If John Stump could imagine this being played, then it can happen.<span>  </span></span></p><p></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p> <p><span>Have a nice day.</span></p><p></p><p><span><br /></span></p> <p><span>-TNx.</span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> 81804811 Wed, 31 Aug 2011 15:16:43 -0400 [Blog] Draw! Added: 2011-08-31 15:16:43
So, there I was, minding my own business, reading some blogs, commenting. I was surprised about this draw neko thing, and the persons that have participated. Yeah, a regular day at the blog section on EBW.

Some people drew extremely well, eagle has some talent, Iliketosaypoop, well, he pooped. slackjaws, dangle and this obvious alt tehdickjohnson.

The drawing is poor, funny, but poor, and somewhat disrespectful to some users. Now don't get me wrong, i don't give a flying fuck about nekos respect, most probably he really is a fat dude with moobs, but the drawing included frog and the chocolate. So, in this guys blog, i write a comment about taking it a bit too far, and what happens? nekoasshole responds to me about knowing shit about art. That did it. I do know about art, so i decided to draw nekoasshole just as i see him and his comments. here is my drawing:
14smmw4.jpg
This drawing is for you neko, and its free. Im not participating in ur contest, I have enough points. Goodbye, have a nice week.=) ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81804811/ Draw! So, there I was, minding my own business, reading some blogs, commenting. I was surprised about this draw neko thing, and the persons that have participated. Yeah, a regular day at the blog section on EBW.<br /><br />Some people drew extremely well, eagle has some talent, Iliketosaypoop, well, he pooped. slackjaws, dangle and this obvious alt tehdickjohnson.<br /><br />The drawing is poor, funny, but poor, and somewhat disrespectful to some users. Now don't get me wrong, i don't give a flying fuck about nekos respect, most probably he really is a fat dude with moobs, but the drawing included frog and the chocolate. So, in this guys blog, i write a comment about taking it a bit too far, and what happens? nekoasshole responds to me about knowing shit about art. That did it. I do know about art, so i decided to draw nekoasshole just as i see him and his comments. here is my drawing:<br /><img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/14smmw4.jpg" alt="14smmw4.jpg" /><br />This drawing is for you neko, and its free. Im not participating in ur contest, I have enough points. Goodbye, have a nice week.=) 81602814 Sun, 19 Jun 2011 22:14:42 -0400 [Blog] Flash Fiction Added: 2011-06-19 22:14:42

(lamp shade, hour glass, diapers...fuck major, diapers? really?)

 

 

He just let the breathing happen, not making any conscious effort in doing so; his body just would not die, keep up breathing, cheming, dissolving the little food he had a while ago. He stared at his window, the furniture at his damp room. He just lied there, waiting. Jane had gone a long time ago, her side of the bed still had the smell of her perfume, a cheap imitation of some French brand. He always loved how she would just spray the damn thing all over her wrinkled body, the memories of how she used to look like. She was the office hottie, and everyone knew what a lucky asshole he was.

 

He felt the stuff in his bedside table with the arm left over the covers, feeling lazy as his finger removed the thin dust from the framed picture of him with Jane, the stained glass, the bottles of pills, the old paper lampshade that gave everything a mellow red color. He could not figure how many years ago those things were there in the exact same position.

 

Time ran slow, he just felt the urge to sleep, but could not do so. 1 pill, 2 pills, 3pills, a blue sour one and a red and white capsule; just felt dizzy and drowsy, but the pills didnt do the trick anymore. No, no sleep for him. Sleeping is for the young, not the old. The TV screamed, some lucky winner on a jeopardy rerun. The huge clock on the wall just

                                                                

                                                                 

                                                                  ticked on, tracing

                                                                         time, as

                                                                            slow

                                                                              as

                                                                           a grain

                                                                         of sand in

                                                                  a large hourglass.

 

 

Everything was strange to him; everyone was a stranger to him. He didnt know anyone anymore. All his friends, dead. All his family, dead. His dog, his energy and his will, gone. The only thing that kept him on his toes was the monthly visit of Dave, his grandson, and the chance to maybe meet his great-grandson. When they finally came, the old man was surprised to see how wrinkled that newborn was. Suddenly, he noticed something, the baby looked just like him. Not exactly like him, but the important traits that ran in the family were there, the ears, the chin, the eyes. And the one last thing that explained to him how the universe was made, that everything is chained and that this creature was just an extension of his family line, just like he was: they both wore diapers.

 

 

 






v

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

v

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

haha, WTF did you expect?  A nice ending using diapers?? fuck, cant do it. 

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81602814/ Flash Fiction <p>(lamp shade, hour glass, diapers...fuck major, diapers? really?)</p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>He just let the breathing happen, not making any conscious effort in doing so; his body just would not die, keep up breathing, cheming, dissolving the little food he had a while ago. He stared at his window, the furniture at his damp room. He just lied there, waiting. Jane had gone a long time ago, her side of the bed still had the smell of her perfume, a cheap imitation of some French brand. He always loved how she would just spray the damn thing all over her wrinkled body, the memories of how she used to look like. She was the office hottie, and everyone knew what a lucky asshole he was. </span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>He felt the stuff in his bedside table with the arm left over the covers, feeling lazy as his finger removed the thin dust from the framed picture of him with Jane, the stained glass, the bottles of pills, the old paper lampshade that gave everything a mellow red color. He could not figure how many years ago those things were there in the exact same position.</span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>Time ran slow, he just felt the urge to sleep, but could not do so. 1 pill, 2 pills, 3pills, a blue sour one and a red and white capsule; just felt dizzy and drowsy, but the pills didnt do the trick anymore. No, no sleep for him. Sleeping is for the young, not the old. The TV screamed, some lucky winner on a jeopardy rerun. The huge clock on the wall just </span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>                                                                 </span></span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>                                                                 </span></span></p><p><span><span></span>                                                                  ticked on, tracing </span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>                                                </span><span>                         </span>time, as</span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>                                                                            </span>slow </span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>  </span><span>                                                                     </span><span>       </span>as</span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>                                                                       </span><span>    </span>a grain</span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>                                                                       </span><span>  </span>of sand in</span></p><p></p> <p><span><span>                                                           </span><span>       </span>a large hourglass.</span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>Everything was strange to him; everyone was a stranger to him. He didnt know anyone anymore. All his friends, dead. All his family, dead. His dog, his energy and his will, gone. The only thing that kept him on his toes was the monthly visit of Dave, his grandson, and the chance to maybe meet his great-grandson. When they finally came, the old man was surprised to see how wrinkled that newborn was. Suddenly, he noticed something, the baby looked just like him. Not exactly like him, but the important traits that ran in the family were there, the ears, the chin, the eyes. And the one last thing that explained to him how the universe was made, that everything is chained and that this creature was just an extension of his family line, just like he was: they both wore diapers.</span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p><p><span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span></span></p><p><br /></p> <p><span>v</span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>v</span></p><p></p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span></span></p><p> </p> <p><span>haha, WTF did you expect?<span>  </span>A nice ending using diapers?? fuck, cant do it. </span></p><p></p> 81575179 Wed, 08 Jun 2011 14:24:16 -0400 [Blog] Neko Who? Added: 2011-06-08 14:24:16
I just had enough of this antineko stuff. After careful consideration, I've decided to write some free poetry to cut the edge off around here. 

No one out there hears.

End of a long complaint.

Kindness is dead.

Over and gone.

Jars and old tires.

Ears bleed to hell music.

At night no one cares.

No one can escape this.

Silly thoughts cross my mind.

Can anyone else say that?

After a while I breathe.

No point in doing otherwise.

Sailing away, drifting.

Under my skin I shiver.

Can anyone else see that?

Kindness, no where to be found.

May you go in peace.

You will need it.

Bye bye to the blue skies

All is lost under it.

Last time I saw it was blue.

Last time I was younger.

See you on the other side




Yeah, peace to all bloggers, blog trolls, blog bitches and the cunt (that's you deevo). 

Adios.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81575179/ Neko Who? I just had enough of this antineko stuff. After careful consideration, I've decided to write some free poetry to cut the edge off around here. <br /><br />No one out there hears. <p><span>End of a long complaint.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Kindness is dead.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Over and gone.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Jars and old tires.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Ears bleed to hell music.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>At night no one cares.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>No one can escape this.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Silly thoughts cross my mind.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Can anyone else say that?</span></p><p></p> <p><span>After a while I breathe.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>No point in doing otherwise.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Sailing away, drifting.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Under my skin I shiver.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Can anyone else see that?</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Kindness, no where to be found.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>May you go in peace.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>You will need it.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Bye bye to the blue skies</span></p><p></p> <p><span>All is lost under it.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Last time I saw it was blue.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>Last time I was younger.</span></p><p></p> <p><span>See you on the other side</span></p><p></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span>Yeah, peace to all bloggers, blog trolls, blog bitches and the cunt (that's you deevo). </span></p><p><span>Adios.</span></p> 81451331 Wed, 20 Apr 2011 10:04:28 -0400 [Blog] Get Nekojeans Laid Campaign Added: 2011-04-20 10:04:28
You know how people get cranky when they dont get laid? Well, theres some certain cat like, uhmm, "person", that comes around this place, that has been specially cranky the past few days. Ill give some hints: cat ears? 16k dollars playing/composing anime songs?? nyaonyaonyaonyaonyao??? yup, our very own nekojeans! 

I mean, "she" just writes to rant, review games and movies, talk shit and e-fight with red...when does she get any pleasure? Maybe "she" gets off by her own means...but is that enough? Probably not. So, I have decided to give "her" a break and help. I will pay the air tickets to whoever will visit and pleasure this feline creature. No strings attached, no tricks. "She" just has to send an address and ill get the person interested some tickets to visit her in...Japan/Australia/???? (help me out a bit neko, where you from?). I e-promise this will be done. 

The ladies here will agree that this is just an effort from my behalf in doing some good in this ebworld. And I can assure you that I will seriously interview any person thats interested in doing this favor, so no creeps or pervs can get trough. Just some person that can break the ice, and dust the dusty areas on neko's...heart. Yeah.
So dont be shy, give this feline a chance, ill be checking the PM's on a regular basis, so lets help Neko out!
Sincerely,
-TNx.





      ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81451331/ Get Nekojeans Laid Campaign You know how people get cranky when they dont get laid? Well, theres some certain cat like, uhmm, "person", that comes around this place, that has been specially cranky the past few days. Ill give some hints: cat ears? 16k dollars playing/composing anime songs?? nyaonyaonyaonyaonyao??? yup, our very own nekojeans! <br /><br />I mean, "she" just writes to rant, review games and movies, talk shit and e-fight with red...when does she get any pleasure? Maybe "she" gets off by her own means...but is that enough? Probably not. So, I have decided to give "her" a break and help. I will pay the air tickets to whoever will visit and pleasure this feline creature. No strings attached, no tricks. "She" just has to send an address and ill get the person interested some tickets to visit her in...Japan/Australia/???? (help me out a bit neko, where you from?). I e-promise this will be done. <br /><br />The ladies here will agree that this is just an effort from my behalf in doing some good in this ebworld. And I can assure you that I will seriously interview any person thats interested in doing this favor, so no creeps or pervs can get trough. Just some person that can break the ice, and dust the dusty areas on neko's...heart. Yeah.<br />So dont be shy, give this feline a chance, ill be checking the PM's on a regular basis, so lets help Neko out!<br />Sincerely,<br />-TNx.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />      81390925 Tue, 22 Mar 2011 10:25:19 -0400 [Blog] Walk it Off. Added: 2011-03-22 10:25:19
Random conversation heard while waiting in the supermarket line:

- watcha mean "walk it off"?

- Yeah, like, walk until you feel better.

- And how is that supposed to help? you mean by doing exercises all my troubles and pains will go away? like, walk until I sweat and get some kind of walkers high or somethin? then ill feel better?

- uhmm, look, is just a way of saying deal with it, is just something you say sometimes, nothing too serious, but....

- hey, hey, if you dont really believe in what you fucking say, why say it in the first place, huh? go fuck yourself.

- aww, c'mon babe, why do you have to be like that? you know what I mean, its not a big deal anyways, your brother is just plain stupid, and you know it.

- (sighs and looks at void space) I hope you choke on your own saliva tonight.

- You witch, dont you realize we are not at home and all these people are listening to us?

- Shut up.

End of conversation.
]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81390925/ Walk it Off. Random conversation heard while waiting in the supermarket line:<br /><br />- watcha mean "walk it off"?<br /><br />- Yeah, like, walk until you feel better.<br /><br />- And how is that supposed to help? you mean by doing exercises all my troubles and pains will go away? like, walk until I sweat and get some kind of walkers high or somethin? then ill feel better?<br /><br />- uhmm, look, is just a way of saying deal with it, is just something you say sometimes, nothing too serious, but....<br /><br />- hey, hey, if you dont really believe in what you fucking say, why say it in the first place, huh? go fuck yourself.<br /><br />- aww, c'mon babe, why do you have to be like that? you know what I mean, its not a big deal anyways, your brother is just plain stupid, and you know it.<br /><br />- (sighs and looks at void space) I hope you choke on your own saliva tonight.<br /><br />- You witch, dont you realize we are not at home and all these people are listening to us?<br /><br />- Shut up.<br /><br />End of conversation.<br /> 81180169 Wed, 10 Nov 2010 07:59:10 -0500 [Blog] A Great Poem Added: 2010-11-10 07:59:10

Not the greatest, but really good.
 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI - BLUEBIRD

 

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going

to let anybody see

you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I pur whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that

he's

in there.

 

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say,

stay down, do you want to mess

me up?

you want to screw up the

works?

you want to blow my book sales in

Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there,

so don't be

sad.

then I put him back,

but he's singing a little

in there, I haven't quite let him

die

and we sleep together like

that

with our

secret pact

and it's nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don't

weep, do

you?
----------------(Bonus track)
NICANOR PARRA - THE LAST TOAST
Whether we like it or not,
We have only three choices:
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

And not even three
Because as the philosopher says
Yesterday is yesterday
It belongs to us only in memory:
From the rose already plucked
No more petals can be drawn.

The cards to play
Are only two:
The present and the future.

And there aren't even two
Because it's a known fact
The present doesn't exist
Except as it edges past
And is consumed...,
like youth.

In the end
We are only left with tomorrow.
I raise my glass
To the day that never arrives.

But that is all
we have at our disposal.
 2jg5nad.jpg ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81180169/ A Great Poem <br />Not the greatest, but really good.<br />  <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmWZOsVtqR0?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><br /><span><br /></span><span><span>CHARLES BUKOWSKI - BLUEBIRD</span></span><p></p><span></span><p> </p><span>there's a bluebird in my heart that</span><p></p><span>wants to get out</span><p></p><span>but I'm too tough for him,</span><p></p><span>I say, stay in there, I'm not going</span><p></p><span>to let anybody see</span><p></p><span>you.</span><p></p><span>there's a bluebird in my heart that</span><p></p><span>wants to get out</span><p></p><span>but I pur whiskey on him and inhale</span><p></p><span>cigarette smoke</span><p></p><span>and the whores and the bartenders</span><p></p><span>and the grocery clerks</span><p></p><span>never know that</span><p></p><span>he's</span><p></p><span>in there.</span><p></p><span></span><p> </p><span>there's a bluebird in my heart that</span><p></p><span>wants to get out</span><p></p><span>but I'm too tough for him,</span><p></p><span>I say,</span><p></p><span>stay down, do you want to mess</span><p></p><span>me up?</span><p></p><span>you want to screw up the</span><p></p><span>works?</span><p></p><span>you want to blow my book sales in</span><p></p><span>Europe</span><span>?</span><p></p><span>there's a bluebird in my heart that</span><p></p><span>wants to get out</span><p></p><span>but I'm too clever, I only let him out</span><p></p><span>at night sometimes</span><p></p><span>when everybody's asleep.</span><p></p><span>I say, I know that you're there,</span><p></p><span>so don't be</span><p></p><span>sad.</span><p></p><span>then I put him back,</span><p></p><span>but he's singing a little</span><p></p><span>in there, I haven't quite let him</span><p></p><span>die</span><p></p><span>and we sleep together like</span><p></p><span>that</span><p></p><span>with our</span><p></p><span>secret pact</span><p></p><span>and it's nice enough to</span><p></p><span>make a man</span><p></p><span>weep, but I don't</span><p></p><span>weep, do</span><p></p><span>you?</span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>----------------</span></span><span><span>(Bonus track)</span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>NICANOR PARRA - THE LAST TOAST</span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span><span>Whether we like it or not,<br />We have only three choices:<br />Yesterday, today and tomorrow.<br /><br />And not even three<br />Because as the philosopher says<br />Yesterday is yesterday<br />It belongs to us only in memory:<br />From the rose already plucked<br />No more petals can be drawn.<br /><br />The cards to play<br />Are only two:<br />The present and the future.<br /><br />And there aren't even two<br />Because it's a known fact<br />The present doesn't exist<br />Except as it edges past<br />And is consumed...,<br />like youth.<br /><br />In the end<br />We are only left with tomorrow.<br />I raise my glass<br />To the day that never arrives.<br /><br />But that is all<br />we have at our disposal.</span></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span> <img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2jg5nad.jpg" alt="2jg5nad.jpg" /> 81173115 Thu, 04 Nov 2010 20:55:08 -0400 [Blog] The Birth of a Troll and Costume Contest p.s. Added: 2010-11-04 20:55:08
I knew a bloke, he was allright, he was a good worker, a good "person".  Then he got butt raped in a dark alley just outside the pub by an old "1 pound a blow job" hooker with a strap on. He was never the same again. He started to walk in circles, bite strangers and people who used to know him, etc. He now lurks in the darkness, trollin when he feels the rage inside him gets uncontrollable, unleashing the prick inside, butthurt all the way. I wish that never happened to him. Get well dude, get well (or else ill have to get the shotgun and take you to the back yard).    
P.S: cookezofdoom and tawpa FTW 5* epicness.  ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81173115/ The Birth of a Troll and Costume Contest p.s. I knew a bloke, he was allright, he was a good worker, a good "person".  Then he got butt raped in a dark alley just outside the pub by an old "1 pound a blow job" hooker with a strap on. He was never the same again. He started to walk in circles, bite strangers and people who used to know him, etc. He now lurks in the darkness, trollin when he feels the rage inside him gets uncontrollable, unleashing the prick inside, butthurt all the way. I wish that never happened to him. Get well dude, get well (or else ill have to get the shotgun and take you to the back yard).    <br />P.S: cookezofdoom and tawpa FTW 5* epicness.  81138111 Thu, 14 Oct 2010 15:10:46 -0400 [Blog] The Pixies Lives! Added: 2010-10-14 15:10:46
There I was back in 1995, laying on my back on a friends apartment, smoking cigarrettes, trippin balls back in the days when i could get drunk on a couple of beer cans. Just a regular semifucked up young dude in an apartment, where nirvana, sonic youth and maybe 3 other bands ruled the musical background. Then this older dude who brought some precise weed took a tape (those old gadgets that played music) and put it on the stereo. What came out of the speakers was this band: "The Pixies"
seoy6p.jpg

I loved the music, loved the songs, the style, the lyrics, everything was ok with this guys on a musical level. Maybe youve heard about them, maybe you havent. Here's a small sample of what they are about. This is a cover song from jesus and the mary chain, pixies style: 

 
So, i loved this new band, bought a couple of cd's, and their music followed me through all high school and the years studying mental health. I would stop listening to them for a couple of months, just to go back to some old song from time to time. Lots of bands came and went, but the Pixies became, at least in Chile, a collective classic, just like the Floyd or RATM. Anyways, the possibility of them coming over here was close to zero. No bands came here for a loooong time, which created lots of urban myths ("floyd will reunite and then they'll play at the moon valley", an awesome landscape at the northern desert, never happened). But about 7 years ago, the bands started pouring in, i saw roger waters, massive attack, faith no more, sonic youth, radiohead, all bands i never thought i would see live...and then, the pixies announced their concert. Oct 13, Pixies Live. I felt 16, sneaking a small bottle of jim beam thru security, then jumping, watching this guys playing, bit older, all of them, but alive, fucking alive. I felt great. it was one of the best concerts Ive ever saw. Frank Black, lead guitar and vocals, said hello to the miners by playing 33 songs (not going that way, lots of people are fed up here about how they've managed to make this thing into a fucking media circus), Kim Deal, bass guitar player and founder of another great band, the breeders, was awesome, i loved her back in the day, i loved her last night, even with all her extra weight. She just smiled and waved, "hello". Well peeps, thats about it, glad i was there. Enjoy this other one, one of my faves, and played in place 28 on the show.

 

Long live to The Pixies!!
-TNx. ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81138111/ The Pixies Lives! There I was back in 1995, laying on my back on a friends apartment, smoking cigarrettes, trippin balls back in the days when i could get drunk on a couple of beer cans. Just a regular semifucked up young dude in an apartment, where nirvana, sonic youth and maybe 3 other bands ruled the musical background. Then this older dude who brought some precise weed took a tape (those old gadgets that played music) and put it on the stereo. What came out of the speakers was this band: "The Pixies"<br /><img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/seoy6p.jpg" alt="seoy6p.jpg" /><br /><br />I loved the music, loved the songs, the style, the lyrics, everything was ok with this guys on a musical level. Maybe youve heard about them, maybe you havent. Here's a small sample of what they are about. This is a cover song from jesus and the mary chain, pixies style: <br /><br />  <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7F5TZ7z7tJs?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><br />So, i loved this new band, bought a couple of cd's, and their music followed me through all high school and the years studying mental health. I would stop listening to them for a couple of months, just to go back to some old song from time to time. Lots of bands came and went, but the Pixies became, at least in Chile, a collective classic, just like the Floyd or RATM. Anyways, the possibility of them coming over here was close to zero. No bands came here for a loooong time, which created lots of urban myths ("floyd will reunite and then they'll play at the moon valley", an awesome landscape at the northern desert, never happened). But about 7 years ago, the bands started pouring in, i saw roger waters, massive attack, faith no more, sonic youth, radiohead, all bands i never thought i would see live...and then, the pixies announced their concert. Oct 13, Pixies Live. I felt 16, sneaking a small bottle of jim beam thru security, then jumping, watching this guys playing, bit older, all of them, but alive, fucking alive. I felt great. it was one of the best concerts Ive ever saw. Frank Black, lead guitar and vocals, said hello to the miners by playing 33 songs (not going that way, lots of people are fed up here about how they've managed to make this thing into a fucking media circus), Kim Deal, bass guitar player and founder of another great band, the breeders, was awesome, i loved her back in the day, i loved her last night, even with all her extra weight. She just smiled and waved, "hello". Well peeps, thats about it, glad i was there. Enjoy this other one, one of my faves, and played in place 28 on the show.<br /><br />  <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGOxi7U-sNw?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><br /><br /> Long live to The Pixies!!<br />-TNx. 81123856 Tue, 05 Oct 2010 11:51:01 -0400 [Blog] Work and Hell Added: 2010-10-05 11:51:01
Stuck in the airport, thank god for free public wifi. My flight is gone, and i have to wait 6 hours surrounded by small screaming children from some school delegation, spilling their juice, shouting...i move and try to find a quiet place to enjoy a cigarette, but this fucker is a non smoking airport, so i have to go outside.
(hell is cheap warm whisky  mixed with diet pepsi in a dying party at 5am)
I have to get to a city called "Arica" at the very end of my beloved country, a dry and hot place far away. Yesterday, a bus almost ran over my in-her-red-days-gf, she was so messed up after that, but i could not think about anything but my trip and the presentation. I finally got pissed cuz she would not start bitching about death and faith. I just wanted to sleep, and rest, and get to arica and back to her, ironically. 
(Hell is a single long waiting line at the bank, full of pissed off people, waiting for the cashier to get off her cellphone, while she laughs and laughs and laughs)
Im taking this trip to promote floating therapy, fat up my resume, and hopefully develop the science, and get a better job or contract or whatever, just get more fucking money, without the "bend over and cough" part. Whats up with that shit? I was reading tyaeda's blog, and the comments in it, and i cant process people just accepting their fucked up work fate. No, no fucking way. I say punch that fucktard of a boss right in the kisser, and all their court of brown nosers. Get a different better job, or become independent. Even if you have to eat butter on bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a while. First, you have to know what you really want, then get it.    
Hell is watching a hard working man, breaking his back for change money, while some well connected asshole gets the big bucks just for showing up to the office to drink coffee all day and talk on his cellphone. 
Well, ill just wait for the fucking plane while i read something, maybe watch a couple of episodes of breaking bad (epic series, no shit). Take care, think about what you want to do and what you actually are doing.
  2d9d3ie.jpg Buhbye.
-TNx.  ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81123856/ Work and Hell Stuck in the airport, thank god for free public wifi. My flight is gone, and i have to wait 6 hours surrounded by small screaming children from some school delegation, spilling their juice, shouting...i move and try to find a quiet place to enjoy a cigarette, but this fucker is a non smoking airport, so i have to go outside.<br />(hell is cheap warm whisky  mixed with diet pepsi in a dying party at 5am)<br />I have to get to a city called "Arica" at the very end of my beloved country, a dry and hot place far away. Yesterday, a bus almost ran over my in-her-red-days-gf, she was so messed up after that, but i could not think about anything but my trip and the presentation. I finally got pissed cuz she would not start bitching about death and faith. I just wanted to sleep, and rest, and get to arica and back to her, ironically. <br />(Hell is a single long waiting line at the bank, full of pissed off people, waiting for the cashier to get off her cellphone, while she laughs and laughs and laughs)<br />Im taking this trip to promote floating therapy, fat up my resume, and hopefully develop the science, and get a better job or contract or whatever, just get more fucking money, without the "bend over and cough" part. Whats up with that shit? I was reading tyaeda's blog, and the comments in it, and i cant process people just accepting their fucked up work fate. No, no fucking way. I say punch that fucktard of a boss right in the kisser, and all their court of brown nosers. Get a different better job, or become independent. Even if you have to eat butter on bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a while. First, you have to know what you really want, then get it.    <br />Hell is watching a hard working man, breaking his back for change money, while some well connected asshole gets the big bucks just for showing up to the office to drink coffee all day and talk on his cellphone. <br />Well, ill just wait for the fucking plane while i read something, maybe watch a couple of episodes of breaking bad (epic series, no shit). Take care, think about what you want to do and what you actually are doing.<br />  <img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2d9d3ie.jpg" alt="2d9d3ie.jpg" /> Buhbye.<br />-TNx.  81120489 Sun, 03 Oct 2010 11:56:13 -0400 [Blog] TheNaxx vs GF Red Days Added: 2010-10-03 11:56:13

* clears dust from keyboard..


Yes, the old red days, rivers of fertility making its way. She starts to gradually change, bit sensitive, then a bit cranky, then all out weird. I have a business trip on tuesday, the eyes just stare at me, going "hmm...business trip? for 5 days?hmm..." staring at me. I try to ignore those suspicious eyes, but they follow me around. So, i go and sit down, light a bit of weed and tell her to relax, that ill be back soon, that i have no eyes for any chick but her, that ill take it easy, and have just a couple of beers at night, etc. (eyes change from suspicious to straight evil) "couple of beers..." she repeats. "with whom exactly?" I have to take this trip with a small office group, 3 guys, 2 girls, one of them a known office hottie. "uhm, with the group?"  and then..









ehc41.jpg

(had to use this pic again)











The only best part about this days is that when its over, the bio clock goes click and says "lady, you are ready for some action", turning her into a sex goddess. So, bring it on! ill take all the rage those red waves have to give, the prize is at the end of the road.

Sincerely,


-TNx.



]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81120489/ TheNaxx vs GF Red Days <p><span><span>* clears dust from keyboard..</span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span> <span>Yes, the old red days, rivers of fertility making its way. She starts to gradually change, bit sensitive, then a bit cranky, then all out weird. I have a business trip on tuesday, the eyes just stare at me, going "hmm...business trip? for 5 days?hmm..." staring at me. I try to ignore those suspicious eyes, but they follow me around. So, i go and sit down, light a bit of weed and tell her to relax, that ill be back soon, that i have no eyes for any chick but her, that ill take it easy, and have just a couple of beers at night, etc. (eyes change from suspicious to straight evil) "couple of beers..." she repeats. "with whom exactly?" I have to take this trip with a small office group, 3 guys, 2 girls, one of them a known office hottie. "uhm, with the group?"  and then..</span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/ehc41.jpg" alt="ehc41.jpg" /></span><br /><br /></span></p><p><span> (had to use this pic again)</span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /><br /> The only best part about this days is that when its over, the bio clock goes click and says "lady, you are ready for some action", turning her into a sex goddess. So, bring it on! ill take all the rage those red waves have to give, the prize is at the end of the road.</span></p><p></p><p>Sincerely,</p><p><br /></p><p>-TNx.</p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p> 81032226 Thu, 08 Jul 2010 11:23:50 -0400 [Blog] The Miseducation of Porn Added: 2010-07-08 11:23:50

Fed up on obama and the spill, I wrote this in the memory of the late mr.webb...may your soul rest in peace.

 

I was never a big porn fan. Just occasionaly (...) jerked off to some old VHS tapes when I was just a puber, with classics like "ginger on the rocks" which was about a maniquin that came to life, or some other 80's crap; not very good quality, but it did the job alright. Then I got lucky enough to get laid in sophomore, big personal break; then I jerked off to real memories! Wich was very cool at the moment, in my teenager mind. I would actually fantasied about doing this or that to my then gf, then actually do it. Very cool indeed. I forgot about porn. Then came the real breakthrough: internet porn. I remember the first porn site I looked at was sex in the box, then I became hooked cuz of the variety of the pics and clips.

That was a different world altogether, no more crappy tapes, no more ginger. No more anything for that matter, I became a steady visitor, my gf sensed that I was getting weird, asking her all kind of positions we never done before,  then she broke with meand I entered a very dangerous zone: the no-sex-for-a-long-time zone, aka the lay drought . That shit is dangerous, because its when youre more vulnerable to get hooked on porn, and feel complete with itand begin to feel stronger in one arm, just like a fucking tennis player. I watched tons of pron, lesbian cybersex, sammiches, tea baggings, h/c, brutal stuff.

So, this went on for some months, then came the big day: an actual date, with an ok chick, I mean this girl was decent, real cute and all. So, I still remember the mating rituals: calling her on the phone, arranging a cool night out, paying for some beers, being sensitive (really?? I would love to hear about ur cup cake poodle).etc. Then, back to my house, which was folks alone, some more beer at the kitchen, then straight to my room.

Heres where the disconnection with reality really takes its toll. A very big percentage of girls dont like it that rough, nor being dick slapped, nor being jizzed on, nor being screwed by a human jack hammer, nor being treated like a complete whore. Of course, there are exceptions, but this time wasnt it. It was like wtf are you doing? what do you mean wtf im doing? go fuck yourself! Im not a slut, waaa..that was the end of it. I apologized, blamed it on the alcohol, but the real reason was the miseducation of porn. Yes dear ladies and gents, PORN MISEDUCTAES! BEWARE!!! Eventualy, I saw the whole thing was worthless. I stoped staring at the screen, went out more, I had another date and played it cool, made sweet sweet love, with just a pinch of hardcoreness. And everything went on fine.

Have a nice day.   

-TNx.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81032226/ The Miseducation of Porn <p></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Fed up on obama and the spill, I wrote this in the memory of the late mr.webb...may your soul rest in peace.</span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="color:#000000;">I was never a big porn fan. Just occasionaly (...) jerked off to some old VHS tapes when I was just a puber, with classics like "ginger on the rocks" which was about a maniquin that came to life, or some other 80's crap; not very good quality, but it did the job alright. Then I got lucky enough to get laid in sophomore, big personal break; then I jerked off to real memories! Wich was very cool at the moment, in my teenager mind. I would actually fantasied about doing this or that to my then gf, then actually do it. Very cool indeed. I forgot about porn. Then came the real breakthrough: internet porn. I remember the first porn site I looked at was sex in the box, then I became hooked cuz of the variety of the pics and clips. </span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;">That was a different world altogether, no more crappy tapes, no more ginger. No more anything for that matter, I became a steady visitor, my gf sensed that I was getting weird, asking her all kind of positions we never done before, <span> </span>then she broke with meand I entered a very dangerous zone: the no-sex-for-a-long-time zone, aka the lay drought . That shit is dangerous, because its when youre more vulnerable to get hooked on porn, and feel complete with itand begin to feel stronger in one arm, just like a fucking tennis player. I watched tons of pron, lesbian cybersex, sammiches, tea baggings, h/c, brutal stuff.</span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;">So, this went on for some months, then came the big day: an actual date, with an ok chick, I mean this girl was decent, real cute and all. So, I still remember the mating rituals: calling her on the phone, arranging a cool night out, paying for some beers, being sensitive (really?? I would love to hear about ur cup cake poodle).etc. Then, back to my house, which was folks alone, some more beer at the kitchen, then straight to my room.</span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;">Heres where the disconnection with reality really takes its toll. A very big percentage of girls dont like it that rough, nor being dick slapped, nor being jizzed on, nor being screwed by a human jack hammer, nor being treated like a complete whore. Of course, there are exceptions, but this time wasnt it. It was like wtf are you doing? what do you mean wtf im doing? go fuck yourself! Im not a slut, waaa..that was the end of it. I apologized, blamed it on the alcohol, but the real reason was the miseducation of porn. Yes dear ladies and gents, PORN MISEDUCTAES! BEWARE!!! Eventualy, I saw the whole thing was worthless. I stoped staring at the screen, went out more, I had another date and played it cool, made sweet sweet love, with just a pinch of hardcoreness. And everything went on fine. </span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;">Have a nice day. <span>  </span></span></p> <p><span style="color:#000000;"><span>-TNx.</span></span></p> 81020051 Wed, 23 Jun 2010 10:37:39 -0400 [Blog] The Oil Spill and BP Added: 2010-06-23 10:37:39

More than 50 thousand barrels of oil per day. The ecological damage, the wild life lost, the ugly black stain...in the gulf of mexico. Far away from where i live. Bit closer to the u.s, but not close enough to feel the real impact. The people living in the Florida coast, new Orleans coast will. Telethons are being made for "the cause", cleaning the mess of a multi billion dollar business. BP, british petroleum, the fourth largest company in the world, of course they need the telethons. Just ask south africans, they know all about BP's problems. But that would be for another blog.

Obama said he was going to "whoop some ass" , lol, i dont know if those where the exact words, but it was close. So, he was going to whoop some ass, he had a meeting with carl henric svanberg, bp's chairman. After the meeting, there was a deal that bp would give a 20billion dollar fund for the restoration and help and blah...change money, for bp, just change money. Days later, mr carl was on some yacht race , sipping 40 year old whiskey with all his rich buddies, far far away from that godawful foul smelling "accident".

Some kid appears on fox news, he has the answer to put a stop to the spill, he and his dad and their science project, james cameron is pissed cuz he wasnt considered for his submarine experience. BP doesnt need help, they are viewing "all the best options". Obama is pissed, americans are pissed, the rest of the world is pissed. and the oil keeps going out.

Do you know how oil speculations and oil prices work? there was a very good comercial here, about a bank that gave you gallons of oil each time you used their credit cards. The commercial showed some arab sheik, having coffee, with a small screen in a corner, where you could see the oil price per liter. The sheik then spills (oh, the irony) some coffee on his white sheik thobe, he gets pissed, starts calling out for his mum, crying "dirrty, diiirrrty!" and..the oil price starts to go up on the little bottom screen. The bank assured you oil at a certain price, no matter what happened in the other side of the world. Like: "The price of oil is reaching historic prices for the fear of new outcomes in the arab peninsula" "the gallon of oil will rise 12% this week, due to the fall of the asian market stocks" etcetc.

Here's a future headline: "BP managed to control the oil spill in the gulf of mexico and successfully cleaned 40% of the affected area, which had a cost of 100 billion dollars. In a related topic, oil price will go rocket high due to the operation cost of the cleaning operation by BP and the huge lost of the oil reserve in the gulf of mexico".

You know what i want to see? i want to see mr carl henric in shorts and rubber flip flops cleaning pelicans with a tooth brush, 24/7. I want to see BP really trying to fix the fucking problem. BP is dirty, its allways been dirty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81020051/ The Oil Spill and BP <p>More than 50 thousand barrels of oil per day. The ecological damage, the wild life lost, the ugly black stain...in the gulf of mexico. Far away from where i live. Bit closer to the u.s, but not close enough to feel the real impact. The people living in the Florida coast, new Orleans coast will. Telethons are being made for "the cause", cleaning the mess of a multi billion dollar business. BP, british petroleum, the fourth largest company in the world, of course they need the telethons. Just ask south africans, they know all about BP's problems. But that would be for another blog.</p> <p>Obama said he was going to "whoop some ass" , lol, i dont know if those where the exact words, but it was close. So, he was going to whoop some ass, he had a meeting with carl henric svanberg, bp's chairman. After the meeting, there was a deal that bp would give a 20billion dollar fund for the restoration and help and blah...change money, for bp, just change money. Days later, mr carl was on some yacht race , sipping 40 year old whiskey with all his rich buddies, far far away from that godawful foul smelling "accident".</p> <p>Some kid appears on fox news, he has the answer to put a stop to the spill, he and his dad and their science project, james cameron is pissed cuz he wasnt considered for his submarine experience. BP doesnt need help, they are viewing "all the best options". Obama is pissed, americans are pissed, the rest of the world is pissed. and the oil keeps going out.</p> <p>Do you know how oil speculations and oil prices work? there was a very good comercial here, about a bank that gave you gallons of oil each time you used their credit cards. The commercial showed some arab sheik, having coffee, with a small screen in a corner, where you could see the oil price per liter. The sheik then spills (oh, the irony) some coffee on his white sheik thobe, he gets pissed, starts calling out for his mum, crying "dirrty, diiirrrty!" and..the oil price starts to go up on the little bottom screen. The bank assured you oil at a certain price, no matter what happened in the other side of the world. Like: "The price of oil is reaching historic prices for the <u>fear</u> of new outcomes in the arab peninsula" "the gallon of oil will rise 12% this week, due to the fall of the asian market stocks" etcetc.</p> <p>Here's a future headline: "BP managed to control the oil spill in the gulf of mexico and successfully cleaned 40% of the affected area, which had a cost of 100 billion dollars. In a related topic, oil price will go rocket high due to the operation cost of the cleaning operation by BP and the huge lost of the oil reserve in the gulf of mexico".</p> <p>You know what i want to see? i want to see mr carl henric in shorts and rubber flip flops cleaning pelicans with a tooth brush, 24/7. I want to see BP really trying to fix the fucking problem. BP is dirty, its allways been dirty.</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> 81013909 Tue, 15 Jun 2010 10:09:01 -0400 [Blog] Kafkas Nightmare. Added: 2010-06-15 10:09:01

What if one day, you woke up and you were slowly transforming into a bug, a giant 6 legged bug?

This was the vision of the classic german writer Franz Kafka, almost a 100 years ago. Gregory Samsa, the protagonist of the short novel, is transformed inexplicably into a bug like creature without any logical explanation. His family and his ever demanding boss are terrorized, and later, refuse to take care of him. Among the most obvious of interpretations, is the treatment given by an authoritarian and bureaucratic society towards the different individual, where he is left isolated and miscomprehended in front of an overwhelming and monotonous institutional machinery that he doesn't fully understand. Yeah, Its very dense and obscure, and it gave the author a legendary status in literature. He has his own adjective, for christ sake! "Kafkaesque"

1. Marked by a senseless, disorienting, often menacing complexity.

2. Marked by surreal distortion and often a sense of impending danger.

3. In the manner of something written by Kafka.

 

The Metamorphosis is a great short novel. What if one day, a person woke up and was slowly transforming into a bug, a giant 6 legged bug, and nothing happened?

He would put his pants on the lower legs, make extra sleeves on his shirt and coat for the 2 extra legs. Then he would put his hat on top of his bug head, crowned with a pair of antennas, then grab his briefcase with his bug hand like pincer, and walk towards work. He would stop at the street, and go across other hurried up bugs going late for work. And nothing different would happen. I see bugs everyday, eating in mac donalds, parking huge cars in forbidden places, concerned bug faces in the subway, others watching at hot looking bugs, others asking for the hour. And they dont even notice.  

 

 

 

 

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/81013909/ Kafkas Nightmare. <p>What if one day, you woke up and you were slowly transforming into a bug, a giant 6 legged bug?</p> <p>This was the vision of the classic german writer Franz Kafka, almost a 100 years ago. Gregory Samsa, the protagonist of the short novel, is transformed inexplicably into a bug like creature without any logical explanation. His family and his ever demanding boss are terrorized, and later, refuse to take care of him. Among the most obvious of interpretations, is the treatment given by an authoritarian and bureaucratic society towards the different individual, where he is left isolated and miscomprehended in front of an overwhelming and monotonous institutional machinery that he doesn't fully understand. Yeah, Its very dense and obscure, and it gave the author a legendary status in literature. He has his own adjective, for christ sake! "Kafkaesque"</p> <p>1. Marked by a senseless, disorienting, often menacing complexity.</p> <p>2. Marked by surreal distortion and often a sense of impending danger.</p> <p>3. In the manner of something written by Kafka.</p> <p> </p> <p>The Metamorphosis is a great short novel. What if one day, a person woke up and was slowly transforming into a bug, a giant 6 legged bug, and nothing happened?</p> <p>He would put his pants on the lower legs, make extra sleeves on his shirt and coat for the 2 extra legs. Then he would put his hat on top of his bug head, crowned with a pair of antennas, then grab his briefcase with his bug hand like pincer, and walk towards work. He would stop at the street, and go across other hurried up bugs going late for work. And nothing different would happen. I see bugs everyday, eating in mac donalds, parking huge cars in forbidden places, concerned bug faces in the subway, others watching at hot looking bugs, others asking for the hour. And they dont even notice.  </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p> </p>