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I have a lot of things to update, and gossip to tell now that I have free time (although I'm not quite sure how long). So in the meantime ... I will talk about the little things that I have asked / wondered / questioned / threatened ... I am very sorry to have answered before but I've been really busy with school.

1. The stress of school. I survived. And yes ... are as tough as they are painted ... and more. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I found out the cause. It turns out that most people who come to study Japanese at this university are people who want to study a career in Japan. Thus, that explains the level, pace, quality and times. CH
TMLXC the moment I'm very happy with my notes and hours of work and sacrifice of my life (public and private) was worth Practical 149/150 99/100 in Japanese kanji and exhibitions, presentations and speeches with a note above 90. That means (other than my parents did not kill me) the next semester I will continue to pay 20000 yen a month ^ _ ^ I need money, the prices here are too expensive.

2. Address. Sorry muchoooooooooooooooo. Many people has asked me to pass my home address to send me something for Christmas or just have me located! I'm very sorry, very much. I could not even respond to mails ... but I've put on here right now for very. Maite

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3. Lareine. Then sip, sip ... last week I went to the concert of Lareine. On Friday, specifically. The title of the event was "Cinderella Fantasy", which I was in heaven, I love fairy tales. So I'll do a brief review, I know and I could spend the day writing to bore anyone who tries to read.

The doors opened at 6 and the concert started at 7. But as I was working until about 4 in my university, I could not arrive before half past 6. Effect: All the good sites were caught. For a time he had a good seat> _ \u0026lt;CHTKlaha euros is transferred to this trip Lareine?? : P

There were several encores: Lillie Charlotte (of course) and the second time I sang Cinderella Fantasy ... thus when I threw up because I had to get home before 11 pm ... so I ran out almost before the end and lost gloves on the road. I felt like Cinderella that day ... and back the following when reality hit me get to study like crazy for exams.

4. Mails. Muuuucho regret not responding to mails ... especially when so many people have been so kind to remember me these days and write up to tell me. People over which I was not expecting that at all ... v_v And I was so bundled that no conseguía take time. I really sorry ... but try to respond to emails these days and telling the other side of this. What may not be published and it is more to each person. Well, I mean.

And here I leave, it seems to me that no soul can bear all this talk.

A big kiss to everyone. Sorry I can not be more present but to know that I remember much of all and miss you.

to prontituuuuuuu ^ ^

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hat isn't obliged to release nutrients or provide pep. I don't mind the scarcity of most common and pleasing aspects in a regular drink, such as sweetener or caffeine; I will even enjoy a drink that lacks the commodity of basic refreshment. Lukewarm pop need no longer despair ! A year or so ago, Ryan travelled Chile on one of his larks and brought me back a souvenir from the house of Pablo Neruda, which I assume to have been La Sebastiana . The poster is a modest line drawing of a bird in the process of unfurling itself and underneath there is a quote that reads: Mi deber es vivir, morir, vivir ... (My duty, to live, to die, to live ...). I forgot the exact amount of posters he brought back to the Stateses it the alluring illusion of plump juiciness -- they are meant to clue visitors in on a particular food that was a favorite of mine, years ago, specifically 1999-2001, when I was more concerned with the weight of the food in the bag ( $ per lbs. of meat
), than health, taste, or consequence per se. Burgers are definitely not my favorite now, but a bedroom can only be characteristic of someone in the past, never someone in the present moment, which is the only state that interests me.
Returning to Ryan's apartment in Westwood, I remember that he was directing me towards the whereabouts of my gift, telling me to fetch it amongst his unpacked belongings, when I made the mistake of picking up the wrong poster. It was this error in judgment that effectively soured the reception of my gift proper. Attached to that mishap was an even more thorough feeling of embarassment, because in my vague goings-on, I might have thoughtlessly assumed that the posters were ALL mine; I believed myself to be the new owner of a SET of artifacts from South America. On the heels of such a bold misunderstanding, Ryan snatched the poster out of my hand and quickly pointed out which was which. His had a different design and motto, neither of which I dare mention, but I maintain its superiority over mine, since it was the first one I touched. Perhaps, he felt that the quote on my poster ( My duty, to live, to die, to live ... ) was more suited to my lifestyle or beliefs, and that's not a very bad guess, but I have to admit that lately I've been shirking this duty of dying, an occupation that I acquired around the age of fourteen.
I dislike the awkwardness that I feel when I'm being presented with a gift. This sensation is more than the normal discomfort of being thrown into a happy moment. I've deduced that it has nothing to do with physical revulsion; it is an assault on the intellect. I say that, during this transaction, there is a brief loss of self, a dip, followed by an uncomfortable gain. The process of receiving a gift causes someone's present being, their very existence, to swell up in size, large enough so that the walls will chafe it for an instant. The gift then proceeds to imbue the palms of the recipient with a feeling of excessive emptiness, which is only a feeling, bearing the gift in mind. The recipient is Malthus Encouraged to fill this sudden vacancy with symbolic expressions of gratitude Towards the giver, But none of this is Truly Deserved, the giver Because you unconsciously an imposition Committed Against the psyche of the recipient.


I do not give gifts precisely. I Tend to Forget Them Into the hands of Other People. None of the gifts I ever grant Give me the wonderful and Immediate satisfaction of Giving Them, Because I Can not know whether the gift will Actually Be Of Any Benefit. Of course, I'm talking about the peculiar gift of literature. Some People Are Known To Become disoriented When They're handed a book. However, I Should Imagine That my only friend Would Give Gifts That Are subject to Illicit brazen joy on the spot anbtlessly occur in increments all the while that they're away from each other. In this case, Ryan was aided by the seemingly permanent words in my Livejournal, which then grafted onto his memory, his memory of me. Oh, Livejournal, will you forever infringe upon real life?? It's easy to conclude that because I indulged in the activity of translating and writing about Neruda, because I expressed my admiration for him those years ago in a public post, I should be fascinated by all things Neruda from that day forward, for the rest of my life. Ryan, the thoughtful traveller, remembers my post by the simplest association and sees fit to flesh out my supposed fascination. The square peg in its place, somewhat in reverse, an interest clothed in merchandise. What can be more appropRIAT? I know it's hard to imagine, But Ryan is in Chile. Thrust Into an alien environment, a man is Forced to start building. Bewildered by His new surroundings, I venture to Obtain pieces of it in order to create Useful material. This is the nature of the gift. Upon viewing the gift-object, Ryan is infected by the germ of caprice That will Engender Usually the builder of a happy moment

(gift-giving). His mind conjures multiple images That blur in His mind for Sale less than a second. Stray faces, my face, poetry, the actual words of Neruda, a girl he'd like to dupe with Paul's verve, LJ; These fragments serve to blur the color.

So, Ryan Sees the poster showcased with the rest. A decision is borne of the confusion, the blur of thC doppelgänger. This herald is powered by the ecstatic Exclusively will of the giver. At the receipt, the herald Either I implodes or is re-absorbed by the recipient with slight discomfiture. For someone as perceptive as me, this feeling is magnified.
The Herald is a complete stranger to my self, HAVING Been Born In Another's mind, But Many bears have identifiable features inarguably That Are my own, pero far removed. In order for a gentle reader to feel my anxiety at receiving a gift, one must-Conceive of the anxiety of Being Introduced to someone new with the Catch That this someone new you
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, and That this someone new también yours. The moment is vibrant with expectation, Recognition, Assimilation,etc. Please keep in mind a gift That is supposed to arouse a reaction and the Un Certain failure to evoke a fair Amount of gratitude Can Be misread as an insult. Did Ryan ever stop to think about how my jaw drop Would? The nemesis of a gift is disappointment and the Subsequent tragedy is similar to the embarrassment of a typo. I Believe That perfect gift is the One That surprises Both the giver and the recipient, so the Latter Does not feel like I've fallen Into a system of Favors. The perfect gift Should concentrate on pleasing the intellect, INSTEAD of the Senses, pleasing Because the Senses is commonplace and barbarous. I have to say, in all truth, That the poster / book Ryan Gave Me Was the unexpected best gift I've ever received, But I suppose What made it great That WAS m

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I'm afraid there's not much to tell here v_v

wish I had some ridiculous story of mine or any funny or pretty little thing ... ains, the truth is that it would be a relief. But in broad terms is that it happened here too v_v

I spend the day studying and classes they are still hard. When I think I'll finally have a couple of days off and quiet out of nowhere some other unexpected work that makes me put more hours than expected v_v

Of course, the notes of this half-half have been much better than I expected. I am happy to say that I have not come down from nine ... but yes, at the expense of my physical, mental and social life. But well, you are failing less (much less) paday. I forget who and what I'm outside a Bitxo passed Estádio day.

definitely need a vacation and something interesting to say ^ _ ^ U

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I am very sorry to have given signs of life in recent days ... but the cold was much worse than I imagined. Between the doctor, fever, Japanese classes and exams ... almost'm mad for life. But ... largely because it was ... to do believe that I have not lost too much.

Well ... I have not much time because I have to go back to school (my exams start on Tuesday v_v) but I had to tell here, even if it would cut above Lareine concert ^ _ ^.
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years I've been listening ... but I never called undue attention. Mana and was covered with the quota of obsessions ... so more than anything was the concert because I had nothing better to do on a Sunday td is that I found very pleasant, even friendly and not at all marujona. Marujona, it is only when he gets to do the dull and at the time he leaves half laughing. At least I gave that impression to me.

addition to new things, sang many of the classic ... I think Fiançailles, Fuyu Tokyo, Lillie Charlotte, Gerbe, Fleur ... so I could not believe. Gipsy even touched, so I love that song ^ _ ^ U

In summary ... a great concert, good atmosphere, good disposition of the group with the public and some notes on aesthetics in my journal you'll quickly see them. Surely if I have a chance again ^ _ ^ never got to see Malice Mizer concert ... but I think the feeling would have been much closer

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Then sip, sip, sip ... although it is incredible, and I went to Lareine ... yes, I remember one day more embarrassing and jinxed from ... I do not remember best Ç_Ç

As morning I had to work, I went to arubaito now fully half of the concert and costume makeup,

thinking "Bah, it's Saturday. Today there is a soul by the power ... because if they saw me so I drop my head in shame "Well, I walk through the door and I find all English teachers lined up at the door and I with a burgundy velvet dress, a French-style beret and face painted white.

"OK, well we started the day"

And last but not least I ask to see if work then anywhere else, by the pintface in a desperate fan stupid face and my voice gives disappear. (I usually go when I see something too good ... to see the face of this man live is not as perfect, but precisely because it has more charm.) I signed a record, my notebook and gave me a hand ... and while I saw a concept only touched my mind

"Feathers, feathers, feathers, feathers .... feathers" (each one you want to interpretation and see if someone hits)

that if ... a voice of the most beautiful and some of the most charming manners. I think I could have spent hours just looking at him (well, yes, I think more than an expression that sounds familiar, no?> _ \u0026lt;Well, yes, I still happening). Then

I got to sing like crazy ... is great, has everything: Malice Mizer, Luna Sea, Lareine, X-Japan, Due le Quartz, B'z, Hide, Baiser (that much my performance of Prism) ... yes, I ended up in a karaoke, I said I would never do the ridiculous one. Yes, I did. ^ _ ^ UUU

I believe this is just more or less chronic ... I did not take a single picture, but took them out for me Myjanna and even managed to record video of the event from outside the store without anyone saying anything Ç_Ç Kamijo So I have a video and when I give the hand Ç_Ç

Well, let's review here for now and see if I can upload the photos as soon as I pass ...

goodbye I'm going because I want to send emails before I goto study v_v The planning of tomorrow's great:

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ENSA. It is incredible that we have 2 exams per day + an exhibition + various duties. This is killing me ...

So very sorry (and really sorry v_v) I temoq EU can not run errands and buy stuff v_v. I can only go to Tokyo once every two weeks and I have no time to go to the post ... I feel now so suddenly alert, but would rather do it before more time passed. If what you need is something like, "Long term, when you pass ...", you may be able to something ... but still, I do not know how things will go. Just know that I can not bear more stress.

And now that I have complained enough, then I'll upload the photos of my Arubaito (see time job for students). I think I have itto something here, but just in case, I am dedicated to teach Japanese conversation Castilian now studying at university. The other day, when we finished the class went to eat at a sushi restaurant because we wanted to cook and do not want to waste too much time ... So, I go by here we took the restaurant photic buffet format. jis jis. So the way you know some of my Japanese friends.





This is where we went to eat ... typically Japanese, we ... what a pity that I did not take photic gossip to make tea. I know, this phrase does not understand ... but someday I will explain, ju ju ^ ^ U

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Kue and Chang, two girls from Vietnam and I'm sure I did not write his name well, but it sounds something like this ^ _ ^ U What you see in the background is the common kitchen where we all are. They are also very majic ^ _ ^



Mjianna and Elias (Denmark and Brazil respectively) Elias is written well, but ... errr ... anyway ... I do not know how to spell> _ \u0026lt;But it is the fix that handles back ju ju ju.

And Dan from China ... that was the last he reached the residence. And you can see how we are all waiting to be watched when we get connection ... that there is little room for 4 or 5 computers ^ ^ U
Well I leave here now ... I have to finish andl Power Point for the exhibition on Friday ... I think I'll be happy when this is over ... if not just to me before. See ya.

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I'm in shock O_O

Today I wanted to talk about the little party that was in here the other day ... that I have pretty good photos ... but plans are canceled

O_O O_O I'm still in shock

I spent the day studying to prepare a couple of tests, a conversation about nothing in particular and a speech this Friday (I said I live stressed? Ç_Ç) .. . under the master bedroom to answer emails, update it on and off a bit and here I meet with some Japanese talking to two girls who live here.

"Bah! Her friends will"

And this one girl who called me for me to join the conversation ... and here that the girls start talking and I japas these pregThere
TMLXC I took my seat, I mock my mother had come on msn and I fled the state.

O_O And I'm still

Let there Carrefours in Japan, it ... but has also Jehovah's Witnesses knocking on the door ... That killed me. ^ _ ^ U

PD I have nothing against the religion of every person ... each is free to believe whatever you want as you have your favorite color. The issue is the cultural shock that I just carry O_O

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Ale, it starts again but more concise, I'm dead X_X Well

sip, sip, yesterday I was on tour with the university. It was very strange, because for years I was not going on trips with the school ... but hey, it was worth. First we took a rare thing Panasonic where what they call "Dinosaur Factory" ... well, better you see in the pictures ^ _ ^ U despuésssssss, Yokohama, sip, sip ... Yokohama, as it sounds. And yes ... since I set foot there I just kept looking at anywhere, seen all the faces, all faces, people and what is put in the middle ... but no luck v_v * sniff * * sniff * Nothing,on ", 2 photographers and a kind of hairdresser / stylist. Of course I faced O_O" Oh! That's famous "Oh, that looks like J" But of course ... could not appear before the Lord and say "Excuse me, Mr. Famous, who can tell me, because of course I'm sure I have seen him before but We do not fall ...". The worst thing is that I had such a shit-eating grin that Mr. Famous spent the whole shoot looking where I was being silly to try to take a picture and kept the smile sprout. .. and the photographer saying it put serious. ... In the end the story of the day ^ _ ^ U

After that they took us to see the beautiful sea ... it was a shame Ç_Ç was cloudy but still was very nice ... but suchmelancholy beauty. I took the pictures in sepia, so when I'll put the fix here, okay? ^ _ ^ There we did purikuras all who live in the residence is ... and we took a photo too ........ (Let's leave it) next to a kind of Stargate. Let's see if I can put too ^ _ ^ prontito

Nothing, that more or less that was it. I put a few pictures here



people here were in the back of the bus ... Which by the way, during the whole trip there was in uniform japa speaking tour guide mode "On your left you can see ..." So if ... more than that did not understand Ç_Ç Anyway ... traumatic.


People who work inUniversity offices ... they are so majic we were to dismiss and say good-bye when we were on the bus ^ _ ^ U


For the Panasonic site that we went ... Although I have not yet very clear what it is.


There were plenty of dinosaur remains on the first floor and entire skeletons forming the shape of dinosaurs ... but hey, I took this picture was funny


And of course the stupidity of the day


This also was on that site ... the girl who goes with me is a very nice girl ... koreana ains, what a shame we do not live in the same place or attend the same class v_v


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makes you more calm ... is a very comfortable combination. And the second is very much alive for just before leaving the salon. The only bad thing is that sometimes yellow makes you look sick ^ ^ U

Okay, now I remember what edges are the hairdressers in my neighborhood, the beasts and these layers are gray or bluish green. * Sniff * * sniff *

Well ... a little bit of paranoia to not change ... I returned to the salon and at night with the Neuro: Why of course ... I'm more lonely than a blah blah blah ... if I qe I see the rest of the course coming home alone because blah blah blah + grumbles more. And I come to a zebra crossing. I stand and I see the couple next door (\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Look at them ... what people do and notstar one + blah blah blah). I look across and see a guy with a very pretty face on a bike and stay: Yes it's a pretty face ... mmm ... I remember someone + musings number. And suddenly I look again, the guy looks and literally says "Hello" And I O_O. Castilian student ... Nothing that has fallen off the bike and as he lived near here since we have been talking about ... in my pathetic Japanese and Castilian. It's silly ... usually go home soil and I like walking alone at night without anyone to break my train of thought ... but a little company, just today. Unexpected company should not have been there for me has been good.

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I am a speck of leaving home ... but I think before I give you time to update this ^ _ ^ They are about 10 and 5 minutes later I go to Harajuku and Shinjuku to try to figure out how to get the Like an Edison ... I think I'll be able to find ... I better ... as if I have to sleep on the streets of the old style of Minami Senju ... whatever. I'll get it!

Anyway, given the widespread interest in the family of Mr. Roca here in Japan, because I put a photic my school restrooms. Something very very normal for a LJ of Japanese culture ... faculty bathrooms in order.

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This is to indicate that women's bathroom ... Come on, you could do a thesis on the influenceto Victorian culture in modern life in Japan. Ju ju ju I was delighted.

This is an overall picture of the bathroom itself ... with its bright colors and stuff. I can not believe I'm actually explaining Photos bathrooms ... in order.


This is the model bath A. Quite normal in appearance but ...


Putting his hand on this gadget is activated the tank ... nothing more than chains or anything. The problem is that sometimes does not react and there is no alternative way to stretch ^ _ ^ UUUU


And this is the model B bathrooms ... anyway ... errr ... without comment. Just say I had a bad experience with a suit a bit bulky and a bath when I came in this style Navities ... specifically on New Year and seeing a concert of 14 hours ^ _ ^ U Nue

I leave here for now ... and for the following days or conditions present my power (not just the bathrooms), the site where I teach conversation and photos of the residence and the party of yesterday

^ _ ^ I hope you like. Comments, all welcome. And mails, of course, too. ju ju ju ju.

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or notes ^ _ ^ So hopefully I might be able to buy some little thing and everything ^ O ^ Moi Meme moitie ... espérameeeeee ... ju ju. No, I will come to some moitie Moi Meme ... luckily I have nothing against thrift stores ^ ^ UUUUUUUU Although other thing is that there is something in my size ... I noticed the other day that can not fit into a pair of here> _ \u0026lt;

early next month (I think) Lareine gives an in-store event ... Whereupon I nerves, thinking about clothes and took him to see Kamijo. The simple fact that you may be able to see this man face to face .... uff, uff uff ..

concert next week Lareine ... I'll try to go ... and about the same time one of Gackt. That will soon s

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many.

is also an option c) kill me to study all semester as ordered to take the subjects ... or leave some of which had caught. What is clear is that I can not go on like




Well, now that I have complained ... I put a photic my university, where I live and stuff ... Today I spent 2 hours looking for a bank while since I've been taking pictures out there. This area is the technology / banking / business where I live: Makuhari. Yes .. precisely the area where are the banks.













This is my university here and around (or rather the way I have to catch every day to get to class)









And finally ... like yesterday I was in Tokyo, I put here a photic I took and made me grancia: Tinteeeeeeeees, Harauku cosplayers ^ _ ^





Y. .. more ... yes, something else! Here is a picture of where I shop. Just like at home.

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A HISTORY OF Antipasto ¬ _ ¬) and those little things. So you can take cognizance of how things work around here and all those weird things that seems to only happen to me.

try to pass this address to people interested in coming to study in Japan or wanting to know more about the culture ... I think it might be helpful to see this through the eyes of someone who did not expect things to work well: S Otherwise ... well, freak several and others also are in this journal, that for something we have come and we must seize the trip ju ju ju ju.

I have not got a digital camera in a position, but this Saturday will go to Akihabara to the people of my Bekka ryou and take the opportunity to buy one. So I can go photichere, that I have of the bathrooms did not convince me



Well, without more ... anyone who wants to say something, is welcome and blah blah blah. All of that ^ _ ^ U Total not know why I make this presentation if you know people will read me is to always ju ju ju. If you have patience: P

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Hello ^ _ ^

wanted to greet everyone, you probably already know, but hey, lol ^ _ ^ U

Considering that my other LJ (lady_decadence) is more focused on my mental neuroses and paranoia, I seems to be a good idea to mix all this there v_v. It has a very different tone ... and probably other people who want to read my adventures, misadventures and other stories of antipasto in Japan is not interested in my mental neuroses. I prefer to keep things separate ... this is more than doors to outside, ju ju ju. What happens in my head is another story very different to what happens in the realidd hu hu hu hu hu. I spilled chaos amid a maze. ju ju ju ju.

See you soon and I'll get to contar how things have gone for those who want to read it, okay?

A kiss to everyone!! Mana-chan

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I Can Hardly keep still. I do not really sit down. I have this inconsiderate habit - when signing on to AOL - of Immediately Leaving the computer to go Perform Some Other activity, like making a sandwich, watering the lawn, ironing an outfit - the one I'm going to wear - Particularly lengthy or Taking a shit, so I can return at my leisure to Several Minutes Later The Many delightful surprises of e-mails and blinking AIMs. It's wondrous! People care, They really do! It's Like Walking Into a room at the piercing ring of a bell, Announcing yourself with aplomb and turning invisible! They're befuddled, what's this, They ask, Are you really there?? You're not responding. How irregular, just now. Are you not well? You're unsettled. Of course, that's What It Is! It's my mole mid-air, and I eat it on the other side. She finally catches me -- I don't struggle -- she slaps the shit out of me. It's painful, it's cute! She really knows how to give it, her flat palm stings like a whip, a tough girl, not strong, she has brothers that are somewhat belligerent, they showed her a thing or two! There's laundry to be done and ironing, too. She laughs at me when I tell her to get busy. She's insolent! I entreat her with arguments about tradition , the loss of our culture! Where's my Catholic wedding with the bells heard for miles around?? That's a good question, sooo, I take to pondering, as I'm pressing my clothes, giving them a long lazy, marginal press, when I notice the grim acquisition of new and indellible stains. Black, gummy, greasy! This late in the process, I can only bring myself to shrug about it. I dab a little water and press on the stains Them Along with the rest of the soiled fabric. My poor warddrobe, What Drastic perdition! I'm a messy camper! I'm not supposed to show Where I've Been, cause I've been places, nasty ones. My washer's on the fritz, maybe? Waiit, it's an undershirt! The collar's presentable, that's All That Really Matters in the end. Avert your eyes! On the toilet, I'm squeezing out monstrocities! No mere logs, whole cabins! Unflushed housing! The toilet water Will not pierce the edifice, the waves sink right through, all is vanity! This is Something of an exaggeration. I Picked it up in jail, where, i actually smelled Badly Such horrors in a ventilated room. I'm tasteless, I need to drink morand water, my viscera Doubtless is dry, rotten, my piss is dark and fuming! I refuse Singularity, These Things I Want to Be a generational condition, so the old dog Critics berate us all for a Certain apathy Perforce That includes the loss of hygiene. That's your hang-up, people! Common decency! You too? Admit it! We Do not take the right fluids. Juice is ineffectual. Soda Does not Taste The Same Anymore. It makes me phlegmy. It's the years of smoking pot and Continuously hacking up a new species of slimy intelligence, strange cultures. I have a Growth in the throat, to corrosion, perpetual gunk, rust in the pipe system! Livejournal, my account is expired. I Received two notices on the matter. I think I realize what's at stake. It's hard times! Trying, Desperate Situations! MyNo Proceeds to register on Their face, I'm backwards, I get cues, suggestions, now insolent commands from my face! I feel with my face like it's a direct extension of my imagination. Sparked and entranced by passing object and Stock! People inspire the capricious MOST involutions. Oh, meeting people! Nonsense erupts. Understanding ensues. I Absorbed and redact, I Give nothing back, or I give all I can, never enough! I love them fiercely, Temporarily, But I am nothing, What is everything at once. You want to trap me in place! Pidgeonhole me! It's preposterous. THERE ARE times I want to skip ahead and make out with someone Simply HAVING Without requisite to intone the lines of poetry. Knowing no dialogue! A little less conversation! Set-aside the histrionics and charm! I Have This perverse fetish for

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ss will come of a sudden. A scout darts across your toes and you feel a prick That Is Not Quite a bite, pero a taste, a crawling thorny Dismembered bud from a long tongue. It dashes off to make STI Quickly report with fierce gestures and nervous. As a result, Many More Are DISPATCHED for further probings. Whispered Rumours That There Are your briny muck is delicious; They ache for it. Volunteers slobbering burst out of the den in a confusion of legs and antennae. In a wave of paranoia, you make believe That the Slightest Movement on your bare skin, an itch, a draft That whips the hairs on your arms, is in actuality the stealthiest of Their agents. It isn't your average invasion. They Are not milling around an unfinished plate of food, a chicken bone forsaken behind the bed, a pizza box, discarded Popsicle stickiness, or any such regular beacon. You don't uncover a dark mass swirling around some monument to your carelessness. No. The house is pristine all around, every corner! so they're forced to become more and more indiscreet. Desperation and recklessness dominate their simple change of strategy. They realize that you alone purvey the waste and impurities they seek. Invisible millions in dark recesses rub their hairy mandibles, awaiting your grimiest secretions. Famine drives them to the most foul like humans to cannibalism. Mucus, saliva, semen, blood, juices diseased and menstrual, on tissues, cloths, forsaken by whom? Most toiletries don't inspire any second thoughts. There's a tampon in the trash that will launch a thousand ants. There's snot in a rag that bubbles with ejected nutrients. Uniform march towards a new target crowds crave They Almost hypnotically. You stamp your foot with wild They scatter and Authority in a Way That Makes Them impossible to kill. Kaleidoscopic visions spin. The telepathic manifestation of Their frenzy nauseating scattered cloud. Throttled Drones Are Demanding to action by a feminine brain. With a Disturbing patience, They re-assemble a segmented line, with no semblance of fear. Like zombies, all Who Have Ever Lived Will Have Risen, Are Their Vast numbers and unceasing.

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I've been writing like crazy lately. No useful surface is spared when I get that itch to write in spasms. I've been writing so much with pens and pencils & crayons & eyeliners & anything handy that, when I get on the keyboard, I notice that I've regressed into committing whole new patterns of typos. It used to be about errors of brevity, my battles with the space bar and those keys neighboring the ones I intended. I never learned how to type with both hands, nor ever felt the keys to be an extension of all my fingers and their reaches. I just let that shit fly, NO EYES. I'd say I use about four or five fingers total, but a lot of that is accidental aid or auxilliary improvisation; the truth is I use TWO mainly, and I often look down for split-seconds to check the business and pem at His disposal after a lucrative office job. I got it for a bargain, roughly five cents a pound, and I Used my tenant's truck and dolly to whisk it from Marina del Rey. All Went Well Until the moment I Was Against it to deposit the wall in my room, when to the fierce and Precarious Movement on my part, as brief as the snap of a mouse trap, let the crushing mass drop onto my right foot. My big toe got it the worst. Did not break the bone, But The flattened toe Such That WAS WAS cracked the nail at the root and severed a bit below-the cuticle. Since Attempting to describe the toe will require me to look at it Actually, I'd Rather Leave and misshaped the tumescent flesh on the plate of your Imaginations. My index toe (also smashed) Turned dark purple, now black, as the Blood Rush beneath theection. The pain is just enough to amuse me, so I'm hoarding the cheap opiates for later. These sorts of

Injuries Have A general way of Altering my focus. A busted toe will cripple me my balance and reduce to about 70% of active Potency Slightly more excited in Situations, where, I'd grit-through the pain to Overcome an obstacle, recovering Be Damned. I have a habit of harassing fresh Wounds thoughtlessly. Much of my confidence in life being to eat from my ready-and-able instrument for Any situation, Both Physically and mentally. One state reinforced the Other, so to Weakness in Either Affects the dependability of the whole. The reason That I am overconfident in verbal arguments have a lot to do with my cunning and eloquence, pero a strong feeling That I can physi overseascally and Stock steamrolled by Ignorant Opposition burst of reality, by knocking the fuck out, They Should not no other respectable offer end. Nothing like HAVING EMPOWERS remove options. I Rarely Have to resort to brutality in pacific circles, the pussy sections of towns, but I'm intrinsically gutter and I can not shake it if I get a rise from a fellow hood Some street or pretend. I do not welcome trouble, But a Little Dose of action from time to time will heal the stuffiness of everyday monotony. To Each His Own mode of punishment! But I digress ... What I meant is to ESTABLISH That this injury has made me more passive and agreeable, at least for a season, Which May or May Not Be debilitating.

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The following is my prose translation of a poem by Jorge Luis Borges.

The Gold of the Tigers

By the time the sun is halved by the west, and it bursts into its final yellows, how often will I have watched the mighty Bengal tiger, patrolling its determined path, behind a grid of iron bars, with no inkling that these might imprison him. Afterwards, other tigers would come, Blake's tiger of fire ... afterwards, come various golds, the amorous metal that once was Zeus, the ring that every nine nights, begets nine rings, and these another nine, and there is no ending. Over the years, they've abandoned me, the other beautiful hues, and now, I only have left: the hazy light, the inextricable shadow, and the golthe main stamp of Borges.

No one should pity or reproach this statement from the master of God, which gave me great irony both books and night.


(No One Should read self-pity or reproach
Into this
statement of the majesty of God, Who with splendid irony
solicitada Such books and blindness at me one touch.)






In historical lecture Borges mentions a point s, which I find agreeable, That the English word for yellow, yellow

, sounds like a weakling Compared to Other colors, double STI
Because l
Followed by the
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ending marks embellished it with a feebly andwilight and dusk Would Have Been a too tardy and atmospheric description. I Had to spread it out something special sunset yellow

Because wasn't doing it for me.

I pulled a very personal take on Borges, pero at least I did not pull anything out of my ass. For Some reason, Reid Either the reader or have babies Words That adds Obviously signify Borges. I May Have Sacrificed Some of the literal Meaning for Better flow, But whatever possessed Reid to add
sinewy-bodied and
labyrinthine is Beyond Me. Labyrinthine, how Borges! There is no implication in the original Suggests That These additions. Powerful

is a heavy intonation of power. I chose mighty for the sake of the Prevailing

i-sounds in thh creativity. Like, hey, Remember That poem by Blake about the tiger burning bright? You know, in the darkness of the night? Yeah, That's What Borges WAS talkin '' bout! Assumed I Would Know That nobody but me, so I thought I'd horn in with the definitive line-drop. Go me! Curious

mention of Zeus. First off, Borges says nothing of showers. I suppose Reid WAS going for the imagery of a lightning storm and the Thought of Zeus pulling the strings behind it. What's so loving

about a lightning storm, Then? Handled That Was not it the rain Demeter thirsting for crops? I think Borges just wanted to juxtapose the vision of lightning and Zeus, the golden element and royalty, but I'm not very sure, so I left it literal, Rather Than Risk an Assumption.

and Turner and to varying shades of gray, and I lost the Ability to discernible Between blue and green. Must Be What Was left similar to the mist of night vision goggles with an overcast of yellow Replacing the green. West



, cardinal point of the West, roughly anything of Western origin, Which Could Include the sunset, the winds, or cowboys for God's sakes ... Reid is a bit repetitious in Un Certain Keeping the reader from confusion. Wonders Are tepid. Glimpses

Are akin to sunbursts, to rays, Things That literaly blind one with brightness.

Awww, the ending, my favorite part. Reid Lays it down like it Should Be Done, Because the Meaning is so beautiful That It Could Be worded Several Different Ways, and Are Touching Each in t

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, Completely gotten rid of it, Usher me back in the fold, done me the favor! I Had Been going to her Regularly thereabout Every 2-3 weeks, to make the MOST minimal cuts here and there, Because I Want to Retain a lengthy style exudes a Bohemian That Would Avoiding negligence while SlovoEd look. Between her barely significativa snips, Would she ask me how my writing WAS going and whether my latest girlfriend WAS well. In order to pass the time, I'd take the liberty of fabricating moral problem Some Practical sense to please her, and she Would Respond with articles of advice she not Doubt That Picked up from the English daytime talk shows That Were always playing on the salon's little television. The more I think about it, the more foolish it seems, Because It Was for sheer farcical ceremonyumbling about coping mechanisms. After three years, my bangs had become so exhausted with themselves that they begged for the mercy of being put to the ground. They did this by forming gangs that would jut out into the air and refuse to settle down. Any fate would have been better than the disgrace of going out of fashion, but little had they known, they had been born into a world that long abhorred them! They weren't so annoying that I couldn't sweep them left or right and out of sight, or tuck them behind the ears, or I could even slick them back like a Mafia don, but I had made the serious decision that I must rid myself of the laziness that their childish innocence evoked. I'm gonna go balding one horrible day, so what's the use of watching the forest disappear from the canopy? I'd rather be close to the devastation than watch it go down in clumps. I don't want to experience the alarming surprise of picking long rogue strands of hair from off my pillow -- certainly not, if they're mine! So, off they fell in a mass. Now, my face has the anxiety of having nowhere to hide, that is, unless you count the new shrubbery. In light of my drastic haircut, I've grown a scant excuse for facial hair, a sort of goattee that doesn't connect and a spiky soul patch. Forget what I said before about my Chinaman's whiskers. I had written that particular phrase with an ignorance of long ago. It seems that the countless shaves over the years have granted me the thickness of a respectable broom. I trim it with much scrutiny so that it might lose the bristling Eastern look andam Shakespeare. As you can see, I take my literary life very seriously.

Final Fantasy And Attentiondeficit Disorder Oh gods, my gods, bring me poison, poison!

I'm going to begin by Saying That I would rather write Something short, delightful and funny Than indulge this accursed and unshakeable daemon of inner turmoil. I'm no Freud and Proust dog or Better not describe or outline the Psychological ravages of sexual jealousy, But of all the ideas Imposing orbiting around my mental focus, These Thoughts on The Fastest spin my condition. The subject Seems too complex to tackle Marcel's Elaborate Without prose, but I'll take a quick stab at it.

The nature of this journal is haunted by the specter of her , Defunct now my three-year love affair, from the very pit of STI Beginning in '03 to the lethargy of the Sporadic present, and I can not continue Any writing of the posts i have in store Without purging myself of this abject spirit. The following is an attempt at a written exorcism, a confession stuffed in a box with breathing holes.

I haven't spoken to her in two weeks. The estrangement is easy. Her physical self is not nearly half the object of my torment as much as the sharp, recurring memories of her and me together. I'm not sure whether I love her or not, because I never really think critically about a girl I've conquered until I no longer have her, in other words, until it's too late. As vain as the word conquer may seem, it's not meant as a sexual or mental boast, rather it represents the highest ground that I've worked hard to land upon and capture, a plateau on which I can operate, at full capacity, the machinations of love. It is the point wBecome a Vacated s empire of hers That Continuously Denies Any comfort of rehabitation. This exposition has Become a testament to my shame and sentimental Weakness. I miss her. Would I go running back to her If I could, if allowed my pride. However, my pride will only allow These confessions. I would rather Claim That I do not think of her at all anymore, me and my girlfriend That Are Involved in One Another happily only, grinning at the wake of past love and Stock, But the truth is That I feel Deprived at Almost Every Hour , and my obsession with her Presence Has Not dwindle for a single moment. Perhaps, it is because i love her That I offer this account of my misery, for her Benefit and satisfaction. I'm sure

It Would Be Easier If I could smoke pot to subdue these remembrances of her That seems to bubble forth from by Being, That Arise Without fail from a boiling desire, to torture me fifteen to twenty times a day, half of them to be sexual, the other half various, heartwarming instances of her blind adoration. It Was the pot That Kept Me From Leaving her. Consistent blunt after blunt of smoking over the span of four years, the time Following my father's death, clouded my perception of the truth and doting Kept me along. I WAS mad from loss. Either she wasn't my type, But she Reflected my emptiness and remind me of a more innocent era. My art and inspiration Were slowly thwarted by her company and drawn Into regression. I entertained a foolish confidence in Figuring That the Continued Exposure to my bold personality, Combined with the weathering offake-Breakups, Could Forge a Better partner for me, That She Could Be Forced to take on my winning Qualities, my intelligence, social aptitude, and empathy ... I Dreamed the hopeless dream That She Would learn to perfect herself for me. Our stubborn ACCOMPLISH Would love it! It Was That She Hated herself Evident, That she wallowed in her own futilities and Would Have No Other alternative in seeking to Improve herself. Instead, she sucked my will Weakened STONER Expanding Into her abyss of self-doubt. More and more, I started Becoming like her ... lazy, apathetic, lonely, desperate. I Was infected by her Incapacity. I chafed Wants and Needs Against her, I rose my freedom to protest, only to fall back and latch onto her weitere. I lost all romantic energy. I cheated on her for gasps of fresh air, and to Prove That I still Had What It Took. I bedded new lovers, But I Was so conditioned to Requiring her modes of sex, They Became That in time of little worth to me, and my attentions Careful That won me so much favor in Their Eyes Would trickle away and vanish. I Was shackled in place, more so sown, and I Could not enjoy the passing events, beautiful faces.

i have four months left of court ordered sobriety, But Even So, relying on drugs is a kind of Cowardice No Longer That appeals to me. I'll only drink in a social setting, pero Scarce to avail. I've Always Been Able to simulate the comfort and fearlessness That eating and drinking alcohol with Any Further provoker my savage impulses, like picking fights. Had

She always read my little posts with animmutable fear That I Might reveal Any or all Aspects of Our union That Could turn the stomachs of mutual acquaintances of ours Who Might perchance read my journal. She Was horrified the world of What Might Be allowed to think at my insistence vulgar! Imagine Their disappointment upon the discovery That she wasn't really a quiet and mysterious

intellectual, an optimistic subterfuge silence her raven exuded Might Have, But wings, She Was a boring and bottomless, sexual symbiote, and That All I Could Possibly record About Our Relationship Is That it consists of us fucking Each Other Into a state of total vapidity. I remember the sickly langours in bed, the heaviness at the end of bliss. Under the pretense of an indestructible love, Would we forego intimate conversation and Stock, which was a waste of time, due to our lack of connection, and proceed to numerous sessions of industrious fucking. We were no strangers to pleasure. Up until I met her, I had racked up so many lovers, my past could be mistaken for celebrity. Initially, she held back the experience that would become apparent in her movements, so that I wouldn't suspect the crowd of lovers preceding me. When I found out that she had fucked nearly a third of my count, which seemed to me, for a girl of her calibre, vastly sluttier than my own. I reconciled by telling myself that I had what I finally deserved, a Madame, a
sexpert
. She knew what she wanted and she knew that I could give it to her each time. My joys rested in the finalities of her pleasure. My selfless goal in our sex was alwanformation. She would tell me everything about her new man, where he would take her, what she would do, down to the minutest sexual detail. She would have to leave nothing to wonder about. Love would forgive her each and every thoughtless transgression. The worst that could happen is that the sufferer would cease to love and be pushed towards the road to recovery. Of course, her powers of description and analysis have always been poor and her reasons left me even more unsatisfied. I would hear her stories and it always seemed that this older sucker with the corny qualities was buying her off and using her for sex. I couldn't bear that someone else was toting my prized trophy as if it was his latest trifling bauble.

I broke into her diary one night and that took care of
that
. Our working plan called for full disclosure, but what I met in those pages was a startling account of selfish deceit, a deplorable narrative stranger with the vilest of plans and intentions. She was purposely fooling herself into a new love and toying with my lingering heart in the process. All the information she entrusted me with was at best incomplete. I became convinced that she could not only effectively lie to me, but that I couldn't help but continue to believe in our pact en toto, like a love-struck fool ... Really, I should compliment her on all of her LIES. They were well-executed.

The fact that I never wrote a sweet entry just for her or even a short complimentary poem must have irked her. I know for a fact that the strangers that would cometo compliment my journal annoyed her to no end. She Would not dare complain or comment at the Risk of sounding out of place or stupid. This reservation echoes her reluctance to tell me anything, to mention Any Thought She Might Be HAVING, Despit my urging her to reveal her Every notion. She figured beforehand Would That I Had to find whatever she say intolerably dull or commonplace, as if my life experience or erudition Were a wall too daunting to approach. It Was Almost myth ... I Was everything, She Was Nothing, That never spoke two halves, bound to constant collision and an intermingling That Was Purely Physical. I do not know myself, But I Communicate Constantly in an effort "to rein the fragments staff and find a pattern, the monstrous spine. I speak in contradictio

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freeze in dread over the broken silence and the seemingly closing sound that could only be the familiar traces of the ever conscious beast, a deranged human being, creeping in the late hour.

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lly self-absorbed. I fancied a thwarted intellectual Himself in His early thirties, a series of events hapless Had Kept him from getting licensed or degreed in Any vocation. My peaceful demeanor Seem To inspire in him a healthy confession, Though I did take on the tone of braggarts. Maybe I was bored and Fibber to fill in space. I remind me of a more haggard and witless me, so I Asked no questions personal.

- I know it Does not seem like it and you Would not believe it, I mean, I'm ugly (pock-marked), As You Can Plainly see, But I've had the pleasure of knowing, of HAVING, Many Women in my life! YES, I've been absurdly lucky with the ladies, Despit Some disgraceful occurrences. For example, i have this little number, she's married ... This precipitated lowing weeks, I saturated myself with the words of the Nicaraguan master Ruben Dario. Things I discovered all about him: his history, His Work, His passion. He Had Traveled everywhere, Engendering literary newspapers, I have bled Compositions and wrote prolifically. Nearly Every historical experience of WAS in His Own Written record. I loved the French symbolists and I cavort with Them, I idolized Victor Hugo. He Was responsible for jump-starting English literature with this French influence. He's Known as the father of Modernism in Latin America. I've only read him in English Because I Could not find him in translation, although I Desperately searched, for I felt an American-Inglés loneliness in my love for him. By coincidence, one of my tenants, Who hail from Nicaragua, WAS pleased to infrefused to use it. I was equally stubborn in a few other places. Enjoy.

Princess of the divine imperial blue, who will kiss your luminous lips! I am the ecstatic lover that conjures dreams of love, that exists on his knees with his eyes fixed on your ineffable clarity,
estrella mía
, you are so distant! Oh, how I sting with jealousies, how my soul trembles when I think that you, the Dawn's precocious daughter, could fix your gazes on the luxurious Solar Prince that emerges from the Orient, gallant and handsome in his golden chariot, triumphant celestial bowman, diamond knight, who carries, strapped to his back, a radiant quiver of arrows aflame! But no, you smiled at
me
from beneath yoXC The morning lark sings to you and soars towards you at the dawn of Spring, when the wind carries vibrations of tempestual lyres and the echoes of silver eardrums that sylphs ring. From your regions spill the harmonic and chrystalline pearls of your maw, which fall and gather towards the grand and universal symphony that fills the awakened earth.

And in this hour, I bethink you, because it is the hour of supreme appointments in profound heavens, and of mysterious and ardent encounters in the lukewarm spots of woods, where blooms the Scottish broom that delights the bucolic verse! Estrella mía , you are so distant, who will kiss your luminous lips!

Jet Pilots And Skin Cancer Quick update on the status of Things and a request ...

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I have made a large cut in my friends list for the very first time. Reason being, my journal is about make an insane swerve towards introspective confession, the likes of which will probably astound and dismay. I cut those that have gotten ghost over time, never reply or never update to my liking, and kept those that I perchance read and those that I admire. Friends-only posts will become a norm to shield myself away from the sort of exposure that could get me in trouble with the authorities ... I entertain an amusing paranoia which has people attempting to kill me by surprise at places I frequent and has policeman LJers tracking my every move, stalking me, waiting for my thieving self to slip up. I will update regularly on various subjects.

A little irony. I have just recently usurped MODship at





the_reviewers . My hopes are to make it a fun and entertaining site, by which I can exercise whatever cleverness I believe myself to possess in my delusion. I have lots of time on my hands now that I'm a slave of the court and I intend to make the most of it, by meeting as many people as e-possible and interacting with them in unimaginable ways, winning them over with make-shift charms, instead of trying to manipulate them with head games. More on that later. MY HUMBLE REQUEST:
My layout is a fucking disaster.


sostark you Agree To bless me with her unfathomable layout-making skills. She is ASKs All That I Give her a raw idea from Which She Can Something awesome sculpt. Fair enough, But I got nothing. I really Have no discernible taste in visual art Written Outside the medium, Which is not very visual at all. I need YOUR help, f-list! Thanks. (EDIT: In accordance "with What You've read in my writing, the best way to Suggest an idea is to singularly Describing Words mention my layout, in the imaginative sense. For example: dark, bilious, sickening, trashy .. . I will work well with These Words to manifest an idea for Paige. It Should Be Easy. Thanks again.) (CLOSED : Me and Paige did it by Our own damn selves. Feel free to Commend her on her beautiful work! )