Poetry of David Gonzalez. Good lyrical truths.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Light Brown Discharge Two Weeks Before Period
The walls speak
Poetry of David Gonzalez. Good lyrical truths.
Poetry of David Gonzalez. Good lyrical truths.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Where Do You Get Herpes In Pubic Area?
In April, New super intensive workshop Stand Up!
you like to laugh?
Your friends celebrate your occurrences?
say you're a character?
advantage that potential and transform it into a stand-up monologue.
We started April with a new workshop for you decide to enjoy the pleasure of having fun and making people laugh with the things that happen every day.
When?
1 April to 24 June (three months consisting of 12 classes)
Wednesday from 20-22 am.
Where?
Art Center Av Callao 86, 4 º derecha, a block of Congress.
To learn more and to register, contact the 15-40-39-0413 or to info.cursos.standup @ gmail.com
More details http://www.alternativateatral.com/curso3765-taller-superintensivo-de-stand -up-comedy-and-write-humorous 
you like to laugh?
Your friends celebrate your occurrences?
say you're a character?
advantage that potential and transform it into a stand-up monologue.
We started April with a new workshop for you decide to enjoy the pleasure of having fun and making people laugh with the things that happen every day.
When?
1 April to 24 June (three months consisting of 12 classes)
Wednesday from 20-22 am.
Where?
Art Center Av Callao 86, 4 º derecha, a block of Congress.
To learn more and to register, contact the 15-40-39-0413 or to info.cursos.standup @ gmail.com
More details http://www.alternativateatral.com/curso3765-taller-superintensivo-de-stand -up-comedy-and-write-humorous
Chronically Late Period
Exercise Torre Llobet - The description in fantasy
Hi everyone!
I remind you that next Tuesday the exercise is as follows: Story
where clearly see a world of Sci-Fi or fantasy. Monitor the description that will be the topic at hand (3 pages / double spaced / letter 12)
Recommended Reading:
Clockwork Orange. A. Burgess
Melniboné Elric. M. Moorcock
As the latter is hard to find set at the entrance that makes this novel.
Melniboné Elric (M. Moorcock)
His flesh is the color of a sun-bleached skull and long hair that falls on men is milky white. At its head is slender with beautiful highlights two slanted eyes, sad and crimson, and the wide sleeves of her yellow blouse emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone, resting in the arms of a throne carved from a single, huge ruby.
crimson eyes show concern and, occasionally, a hand up to touch a light helmet, placed on white hair, a helmet made of an alloy exquisitely dark green clay into the shape of a dragon on the verge of take flight. And in the hand caressing the gesture crown away, wearing a ring with a rare solo Actorie stone whose hearts are changed at times lazily and take new forms like smoke has a conscience, so restless in his prison diamond as young albino in Ruby Throne. It provides extensive
staircase steps in which quartz entertains the court, dancing with such delicacy and ethereal grace that seems a procession of ghosts. He mentally reflect on moral issues and that activity alone, separating it from the vast majority of his subjects, as they are not human.
These are the people of Melniboné, Dragon Island, who ruled the world for ten thousand years, and he lost his command for less than five hundred years. They are cruel and clever people, and for them, morality is not beyond the due respect for the traditions of a hundred centuries.
For the young, four hundred twenty-eight direct descendant of the first Emperor of Melniboné Brujo, the arrogance of the people is presumptuous and stupid, it is clear that the Isle of the Dragon has lost most of its power and soon, in a couple of centuries, is threatened by a direct conflict with the human nations to rise to that call with a certain condescending, the Young Kingdoms. In fact, some fleets have already pirate raids on Imrryr unsuccessfully Beautiful, Dream City, capital of Melniboné, Dragon Island.
And yet, even the closest friends of the emperor refused to discuss the possibility of declining Melniboné. Dislike hearing him mention the subject and consider their comments inconceivable and, indeed, a serious lack of good taste. So the emperor
meditate alone. He complains that his father, Sadric LXXXVI, had not had more children, as well as could have its place in the Ruby Throne another suitable monarch. Sadric died a year ago, muttering a cheerful welcome which went to reclaim his soul. Sadric had not known during most of his life, another woman his wife, but the Empress had died to give birth to their only offspring, that being short of blood. In fact, Sadric, in their emotions Melniboné (so different and alien to those of humans newcomers), had always loved his wife and found no pleasure in any other company, even in the child caused his death and that was all that remained of it. Magic potions, strange herbs and incantations which fed the little life artificially maintained all the arts of Kings Melniboné Wizards. And it has survived, still does, thanks only to witchcraft, as Elric is extremely languid nature without their potions, could barely raise his hand to the throne all day.
If any advantage has won the young emperor of this continuing weakness may be that, of necessity, have read a lot. Before the age of fifteen he had read all the volumes in the library of his father, some more than once. Its Sadric initially hidden powers are far superior to those possessed by their ancestors for many generations. Has a profound world beyond the shores of Melniboné, although no direct experience of it. If so desired, could resurrect the ancient power of the Dragon Isle and govern this and the Young Kingdoms as a tyrant invulnerable. But his readings have also taught him to wonder about the use to which the power to question his motives, even questioning whether he should use his own, for any reason. His readings have led to this moral, however, only covers. So for his subjects is an enigma and, for some, a threat because the albino not think or act according to their charges on how to think and act a real Melniboné (and more specifically, an emperor of Melniboné). His cousin Yyrkoon, for example, has been heard more than once expressed deep doubts about the emperor's right to govern the people of Melniboné. "That sickly bookworm take us all to ruin," said one evening to Dyvim Tvar, Lord of the Caves of the Dragon. Dyvim
Tvar is one of the few friends of the emperor and had hastened to report the comment, but the young monarch downplay the issue calling it a betrayal trivial, when any of his predecessors would have rewarded such feelings with a slow and refined public performance.
emperor's attitude is further complicated by the fact that Yyrkoon, now we hardly hide his feelings that should be the one who occupied the throne, is the brother of Cymoril, the albino girl who considered him more friend and who, someday, want to empress.
In the mosaic floor of the court may be the prince Yyrkoon with their finest silks and furs, with her jewels and brocades, dancing with a hundred women, all of which it is said, have been lovers at some point. Morays Yyrkoon factions, both beautiful and moody, are framed by long black hair, ondulado y ungido de aceites; su expresión es, como siempre, sardónica y su porte arrogante. La pesada capa de brocado se mece a un lado y a otro, sacudiendo a los demás bailarines con cierta fuerza. La lleva casi como si fuera una armadura o, quizás, un arma. Entre muchos de los cortesanos, el príncipe Yyrkoon goza de algo más que respeto. Pocos se sienten heridos por su arrogancia, e incluso estos guardan silencio, pues se sabe que Yyrkoon es también un brujo de consideración. Además su comportamiento es el que la corte espera y agradece en un noble Melniboné; es el que desearía n ver en su emperador.
Y el emperador lo sabe. Le gustaría complacer a su corte, que se esfuerza en halagarle con bailes and entertainment, but can not be encouraged to participate in that, privately, consider a sequence of postures tedious and irritating rituals. In this, perhaps even more arrogant than Yyrkoon, who is quite brute.
From the porches, the music gets higher and more complex when the slaves, specially trained and underwent surgery to sing a single note perfect, are stimulated to a more passionate effort. Even the young emperor is moved by the sinister harmony of the song, which kinda looks like nothing so far released by a human throat. Why should their pain produce such splendid beauty, she wonders. Or is that all Beauty is created through the pain? Is this the secret of great art, in Melniboné as among humans? Emperor Elric
close your eyes.
Hi everyone!
I remind you that next Tuesday the exercise is as follows: Story
where clearly see a world of Sci-Fi or fantasy. Monitor the description that will be the topic at hand (3 pages / double spaced / letter 12)
Recommended Reading:
Clockwork Orange. A. Burgess
Melniboné Elric. M. Moorcock
As the latter is hard to find set at the entrance that makes this novel.
Melniboné Elric (M. Moorcock)
His flesh is the color of a sun-bleached skull and long hair that falls on men is milky white. At its head is slender with beautiful highlights two slanted eyes, sad and crimson, and the wide sleeves of her yellow blouse emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone, resting in the arms of a throne carved from a single, huge ruby.
crimson eyes show concern and, occasionally, a hand up to touch a light helmet, placed on white hair, a helmet made of an alloy exquisitely dark green clay into the shape of a dragon on the verge of take flight. And in the hand caressing the gesture crown away, wearing a ring with a rare solo Actorie stone whose hearts are changed at times lazily and take new forms like smoke has a conscience, so restless in his prison diamond as young albino in Ruby Throne. It provides extensive
staircase steps in which quartz entertains the court, dancing with such delicacy and ethereal grace that seems a procession of ghosts. He mentally reflect on moral issues and that activity alone, separating it from the vast majority of his subjects, as they are not human.
These are the people of Melniboné, Dragon Island, who ruled the world for ten thousand years, and he lost his command for less than five hundred years. They are cruel and clever people, and for them, morality is not beyond the due respect for the traditions of a hundred centuries.
For the young, four hundred twenty-eight direct descendant of the first Emperor of Melniboné Brujo, the arrogance of the people is presumptuous and stupid, it is clear that the Isle of the Dragon has lost most of its power and soon, in a couple of centuries, is threatened by a direct conflict with the human nations to rise to that call with a certain condescending, the Young Kingdoms. In fact, some fleets have already pirate raids on Imrryr unsuccessfully Beautiful, Dream City, capital of Melniboné, Dragon Island.
And yet, even the closest friends of the emperor refused to discuss the possibility of declining Melniboné. Dislike hearing him mention the subject and consider their comments inconceivable and, indeed, a serious lack of good taste. So the emperor
meditate alone. He complains that his father, Sadric LXXXVI, had not had more children, as well as could have its place in the Ruby Throne another suitable monarch. Sadric died a year ago, muttering a cheerful welcome which went to reclaim his soul. Sadric had not known during most of his life, another woman his wife, but the Empress had died to give birth to their only offspring, that being short of blood. In fact, Sadric, in their emotions Melniboné (so different and alien to those of humans newcomers), had always loved his wife and found no pleasure in any other company, even in the child caused his death and that was all that remained of it. Magic potions, strange herbs and incantations which fed the little life artificially maintained all the arts of Kings Melniboné Wizards. And it has survived, still does, thanks only to witchcraft, as Elric is extremely languid nature without their potions, could barely raise his hand to the throne all day.
If any advantage has won the young emperor of this continuing weakness may be that, of necessity, have read a lot. Before the age of fifteen he had read all the volumes in the library of his father, some more than once. Its Sadric initially hidden powers are far superior to those possessed by their ancestors for many generations. Has a profound world beyond the shores of Melniboné, although no direct experience of it. If so desired, could resurrect the ancient power of the Dragon Isle and govern this and the Young Kingdoms as a tyrant invulnerable. But his readings have also taught him to wonder about the use to which the power to question his motives, even questioning whether he should use his own, for any reason. His readings have led to this moral, however, only covers. So for his subjects is an enigma and, for some, a threat because the albino not think or act according to their charges on how to think and act a real Melniboné (and more specifically, an emperor of Melniboné). His cousin Yyrkoon, for example, has been heard more than once expressed deep doubts about the emperor's right to govern the people of Melniboné. "That sickly bookworm take us all to ruin," said one evening to Dyvim Tvar, Lord of the Caves of the Dragon. Dyvim
Tvar is one of the few friends of the emperor and had hastened to report the comment, but the young monarch downplay the issue calling it a betrayal trivial, when any of his predecessors would have rewarded such feelings with a slow and refined public performance.
emperor's attitude is further complicated by the fact that Yyrkoon, now we hardly hide his feelings that should be the one who occupied the throne, is the brother of Cymoril, the albino girl who considered him more friend and who, someday, want to empress.
In the mosaic floor of the court may be the prince Yyrkoon with their finest silks and furs, with her jewels and brocades, dancing with a hundred women, all of which it is said, have been lovers at some point. Morays Yyrkoon factions, both beautiful and moody, are framed by long black hair, ondulado y ungido de aceites; su expresión es, como siempre, sardónica y su porte arrogante. La pesada capa de brocado se mece a un lado y a otro, sacudiendo a los demás bailarines con cierta fuerza. La lleva casi como si fuera una armadura o, quizás, un arma. Entre muchos de los cortesanos, el príncipe Yyrkoon goza de algo más que respeto. Pocos se sienten heridos por su arrogancia, e incluso estos guardan silencio, pues se sabe que Yyrkoon es también un brujo de consideración. Además su comportamiento es el que la corte espera y agradece en un noble Melniboné; es el que desearía n ver en su emperador.
Y el emperador lo sabe. Le gustaría complacer a su corte, que se esfuerza en halagarle con bailes and entertainment, but can not be encouraged to participate in that, privately, consider a sequence of postures tedious and irritating rituals. In this, perhaps even more arrogant than Yyrkoon, who is quite brute.
From the porches, the music gets higher and more complex when the slaves, specially trained and underwent surgery to sing a single note perfect, are stimulated to a more passionate effort. Even the young emperor is moved by the sinister harmony of the song, which kinda looks like nothing so far released by a human throat. Why should their pain produce such splendid beauty, she wonders. Or is that all Beauty is created through the pain? Is this the secret of great art, in Melniboné as among humans? Emperor Elric
close your eyes.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sitting On Man Stomach
Raymond Carver - Anthology
Given the subject of dirty realism, I have added an anthology of stories by Raymond Carver, for you to take a look.
I hope you enjoy. You can find editions of his stories published by Anagram.
example that you may find these stories to your exercises. Greetings
S
Given the subject of dirty realism, I have added an anthology of stories by Raymond Carver, for you to take a look.
I hope you enjoy. You can find editions of his stories published by Anagram.
example that you may find these stories to your exercises. Greetings
S
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Recipe On Commercial Of Velveeta And Rotel
Pantry (Pilar Moreno)
When he left the subway, Margaret headed the street at a brisk pace since late for work. To gain some time, entered the alley leading into the back of the store.
The portal was gloomy and sinister, those old ones that give the sensation that you enter the dungeons of a castle instead of behind the scenes at a local furniture design that was where he worked Marga.
Suddenly he felt a presence behind her. When I went to turn it prevented a large hand he dug his fingers into the throat so hard that he could not articulate even a single groan. Vanished.
woke up in the store, gagged with tape, with arms raised and tied to a railing was well above his head.
A few yards he was, excited, in the dark, without a word, or gesture, noting his despair, the urine that trickled down her shapely legs, her whole body trembling, cold, fear, uncertainty ... So, naked before him, he could not conceal the slightest expression of terror which would make him feel.
She pleaded with bulging eyes, did not understand.
heard a nasal breathing and appeared out of the darkness a great dog, dogo argentino, black, slimy and very breathless. At a command from his master, the dog approached her and started licking. She writhed in a circle on the binding of his hands, hurting deeply. He felt the blood rolling down his arms. The dog also and joined the huge legs posing in his chest to lick the red river that was sliding over her shoulders. I felt her hot breath in the face, the drool dripping on your skin trembling, foul language the huge and scratching the skin scraping, crawling over and over again. She dared not haggard looking jaw that could tear an arm or head of a mouthful. .
Until you let it clean is not low to the ground but continued sniffing all over her body. Also licked all the urine was blasted for its legs. Puddle soil absorbed as if it were fresh water and stepped back to bow at the feet of his master.
A pat on the back and out loud, deafening to the ears of Marga, the even more worried if fit. Noto
a puncture in his stomach, buttocks, looked and saw only small holes for leaving drops of blood, pecked incessantly, wounding her in the most sensitive parts, breasts, armpits, English. Nails were bricolage gun, fired at full power is embedded in the flesh. Their screams drowned
made him come arcades, was drowning, I could hardly breathe through the nose as vomiting was coming out, trying to control, resist, kicking against anything, each time with less strength, ... heard a noise on the floor ... .. as nails, proved darts with sharp points and heavy.
He pointed to his feet and she jumped trying to avoid them, until they ended up using his body as a target and she lost consciousness. Take about ten diving when he started to bleed with you was right in the jugular. It formed a huge puddle around his body viscous inert.
Quench your craving for this macabre scene, was satisfied. He got up, motioned to Gros, the dog, to clean everything and went away, knowing that would good account of it when he felt hungry.
I saw him once every two weeks, but nothing was a dog unattended, it was enough to let him eat a luncheon for those two weeks, just the time he needed to not go crazy and go back to realize their fantasies.
closed the gate of the ancient underground dungeon, rose, took off his huge cloak that covered her looking in the mirror and adjusted his tie, stood the elegant American and wiped the dust from their shoes.
Although much delayed, it was time to open the store.
Pilar Moreno, January 22, 2009
When he left the subway, Margaret headed the street at a brisk pace since late for work. To gain some time, entered the alley leading into the back of the store.
The portal was gloomy and sinister, those old ones that give the sensation that you enter the dungeons of a castle instead of behind the scenes at a local furniture design that was where he worked Marga.
Suddenly he felt a presence behind her. When I went to turn it prevented a large hand he dug his fingers into the throat so hard that he could not articulate even a single groan. Vanished.
woke up in the store, gagged with tape, with arms raised and tied to a railing was well above his head.
A few yards he was, excited, in the dark, without a word, or gesture, noting his despair, the urine that trickled down her shapely legs, her whole body trembling, cold, fear, uncertainty ... So, naked before him, he could not conceal the slightest expression of terror which would make him feel.
She pleaded with bulging eyes, did not understand.
heard a nasal breathing and appeared out of the darkness a great dog, dogo argentino, black, slimy and very breathless. At a command from his master, the dog approached her and started licking. She writhed in a circle on the binding of his hands, hurting deeply. He felt the blood rolling down his arms. The dog also and joined the huge legs posing in his chest to lick the red river that was sliding over her shoulders. I felt her hot breath in the face, the drool dripping on your skin trembling, foul language the huge and scratching the skin scraping, crawling over and over again. She dared not haggard looking jaw that could tear an arm or head of a mouthful. .
Until you let it clean is not low to the ground but continued sniffing all over her body. Also licked all the urine was blasted for its legs. Puddle soil absorbed as if it were fresh water and stepped back to bow at the feet of his master.
A pat on the back and out loud, deafening to the ears of Marga, the even more worried if fit. Noto
a puncture in his stomach, buttocks, looked and saw only small holes for leaving drops of blood, pecked incessantly, wounding her in the most sensitive parts, breasts, armpits, English. Nails were bricolage gun, fired at full power is embedded in the flesh. Their screams drowned
made him come arcades, was drowning, I could hardly breathe through the nose as vomiting was coming out, trying to control, resist, kicking against anything, each time with less strength, ... heard a noise on the floor ... .. as nails, proved darts with sharp points and heavy.
He pointed to his feet and she jumped trying to avoid them, until they ended up using his body as a target and she lost consciousness. Take about ten diving when he started to bleed with you was right in the jugular. It formed a huge puddle around his body viscous inert.
Quench your craving for this macabre scene, was satisfied. He got up, motioned to Gros, the dog, to clean everything and went away, knowing that would good account of it when he felt hungry.
I saw him once every two weeks, but nothing was a dog unattended, it was enough to let him eat a luncheon for those two weeks, just the time he needed to not go crazy and go back to realize their fantasies.
closed the gate of the ancient underground dungeon, rose, took off his huge cloak that covered her looking in the mirror and adjusted his tie, stood the elegant American and wiped the dust from their shoes.
Although much delayed, it was time to open the store.
Pilar Moreno, January 22, 2009
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