The GAME

So that's it. I give up.

Reading books it's the only way. Changing myself, betraying my feelings, forgetting all I ever learned. But they call it a game, your new hobby. Stupids!

It's all about love, I said one time. Am I wrong?

Magic...

Drowning in alcohol it's not the best way to play Magic. Neither Mus. But is MY WAY.

I'm realizing there are people who care about me. So cute.Thank you all, but I'm fine. Now my best friend it's a band of four flowers. Guess what kind of flowers.

I wish I was a planeswalker. 

 

That's all folks

It's fucking funny. One of my favourites films has an stupid quote. It's "Use soap".

I tried. I tried to take the bar of soap in my hand. I think it was there. Smelling fine, so wet,... And then, someone accidentally bumped into me and took the soap from the floor. Too late for me, 'cause I bent down to pick it up and I was fucked in the ass.


I'm thinking on that feeling. Maybe it's the only way. Maybe I need to rob a bank and go to jail. There is only one bar of soap in prison...

It's a loser's game

What do you know about religion?
Love?
Attraction?

Forget it. It's simple.

Nutrition, relation and reproduction. Like a fucking cell. Gotcha?

Let's go to work

I don't wanna be patient

-Who are you?

-I'm the sent by the chosen one.

-Why are you here?

-To kill the first born pharao's son.

...

-Someone, explain me the reason. Is it normal cry when you're going to fade?

-Of course, they are tears of happiness...

Bad Company

Ey! Jack! J. Jameson! Have you met Lagavulin?

He's gonna be our best friend, OK?



PS: Thank you, SAM (:

New Year's Eve, 2010

Awesome.

Legen...dary!

What's uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup?

There are a lot of HIMYM Barney Stinson's quotes to define last nite. But something was special. A feeling: Happiness.

The cigar with Adri and Fer, the crowds at the bar, outmoded of my dear friends of Femenino High School, see John, Andrew,  visit Tony and Guillermo,have a Scotch & Soda in the Drowsy Duck, greet the  Ferrolterra's Heavy Metal core,note the lack of control of my best friend's boyfriend...

But of course, the climax: exiting the West Saloon at 10.30 ,trying to found a place to have breakfast, deadand tired, the 6 social spoils stayed. Unbelievable.

Thank you very much at all, really. I'm lucky to have you. And I do not appreciate enough.

:)

PS: I feel sorry for those who did not enjoy my beautiful Rolling Stones' boxer shorts, :D