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Dedicated, directly and indirectly, Karla and my new friend Cherry and, as he does not want the thing, also Johann Joachim .

When I was about three years, my mother attended a writing workshop with Michael Donovan, who, to tell people, did not like children. One day my nana and my mom did not, he did not have with me who decided that accompany the workshop.

Equipped with a small plastic tool kit (hammer, drill, different keys and screwdrivers) was placed in a corner so he could not bother the writers . Attracted by the pens in motion, I was creeping up the table where the adults worked and with the help of my serruchito, I started sawing master doll Donoso. Since then, I gather body parts and pieces literary style building of Frankenstein monsters and sirens Barnum.

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Eternelle Anesthesia - Demo


Well I received an email from a project called éternelle anesthésie, Eyelid Aeternous has invited me to listen to their demo and invited me to promote it through the blog, is music of strings (violins, Violoncello and some Synthesizer) is instrumental music, I would describe as Dark Ambient, the instruments are very well executed and harmony of the notes is very good, if they want to hear below are the links.

You know, if you have a project and willing to come write me to: sonicvempyr@hotmail.com, no matter what genre it is, whether Horror Punk, Gothic Metal, Gothic Rock, Deathrock, or rock in general

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heart pounding in your chest like a fist on a pillow. Thought he would die because of the tremendous shock to croak worrying about that silly expression, with that half smile and narrowed eyes of a hanged pushing a bill lottery with both hands.

But it was his last day, one can assume that he still had much more to endure, each covering of boredom the old sadness that was part of his life like the moon discovered in the back during childhood .

The fact that the lottery ticket was the most remunerative in the history not release the deep-rooted in apathy, while it is true that for a few months the strength of the event get to rescue him from an ordinary everyday life, the simplicity of miserable routines, fortune would take on wings in the sky of fantasies fulfilled to be desired in Edens where money is God and the possessor the master of God.

But it happens that the writer not worth describing that time as being stressful for him to be boring the reader who does not know any story about a nouveau riche? of someone who suddenly becomes a millionaire and it came to the shores of happiness happy to discover a world that is necessary to colonize, lucky to be installed offshore who can not grow merely to take possession and fed up trying to extinguish the joy of burning memories of the shortcomings of the frustrations.

After some time the protagonist, if done, would become some kind of Robinson pleased with their belongings and not waiting for the boat of provisions, with that which so sorely lacking in these summits: the truth, the real thing, the indifference, if not ready probably ruin the country, have dried up the orchard and the emptiness of loss with the boat desperately dream of returning to his old life, vulgar routines, the simplicity of the tiny existence.

The writer, as is said, do not want to write a story repeated a thousand times, stories of freed slaves who merely graze among its riches stories of those who yearn for the yoke, the soothing irresponsibility of the slave, to the comfortable dimensions of the truths apparent, the comfortable residence in tradition.

a writer who would write the wonderful story of a sailor who is not afraid to suffer a new shipwreck, that of someone with a steady, day by day, is shaping the map of your emotions, write about what could be the only free man on the planet, that was won himself before conquering the world, that fears nothing, nothing you want, write, for example, about a man who left his home, leaving the door open and then to bury their gold drew a hundred maps to one hundred real throwing water bottles equal one hundred different in hopes of finding at least one dreamer worthy of your wealth writing about someone who gets rid of his fortune to deliver bundles of cash at the airport trying to blow air into the sails of the real traveler in that it prefers to forward to the future, rather than return to his village sleeping in the heat of money hidden in your mattress, but ... although it seems that the writer is Almighty, that makes and breaks his fables, which, as one God of the universe can create infinite worlds, sometimes, the creatures, their characters show, do not believe in any god, because not even believe in themselves when the reader discovers. This could happen to a man blessed with the biggest prize in the history of global lottery, and maybe it was for this reason that rebelled against his creator tearing the ticket for not having to conquer, not to have to leave their home, leaving the door open, not to bury treasure and distributing wads of cash at airports as you would like to write to God.

sometimes happens, the characters are revealed, forcing the writer to write their truth, their own history, which generally do not want to be protagonists of anything because they are fed up with the eccentric whims of fortune, of immeasurable events, of heroic feats of the tremendous demands of their creators.

Most just want the writer hear their prayers.



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Paradise Hell or Purgatory become dwarfs Everyone in New York *

entrepreneur born in 1810 Phineas Taylor Barnum, the prince of humbug who, in 1841, bought the Scudder's Museum, located on the corner Broadway and Ann Street in New York City, to become the American Museum. With the help of actor Charles Straton, less than one meter tall, better known as General Tom Thumb, and the Swiss soprano Jenny Lind, the museum was, quickly, an unexpected success and became the center's most famous entertainment the City. Burned in a couple of occasions, in 1865 and 1868, was visited in 1866 by Harriet and Ernestina Larráinzar Mexican who, in the same year, began a trip to Europe and, unaware of where we come, visiting New York, no as a destination, but as a transit. Twin sisters, Henrietta and Ernest were born in 1854. Daughters of lawyer Manuel Chiapas Larrainzar, begin their journey on February 2, 1866 and arrive at the Imperial City on 8 March. There
literary journeys, imaginary and impossible voyages of discovery and conquest, travel to knowledge, religious travel, travel required, forced, in supreme command, and I, after the story of the sisters Larrainzar, add a new category: Travel unconscious , by surprise, unexpected, travel "no go, I have" travel can not be planned in any way, as must be the last trip, the Death, which leads us to Heaven or Hell.
The father of these travelers unconscious but not lack of curiosity and culture, Manuel Larrainzar (1809-1884), also a lawyer, was a writer and diplomat. In 1834 he was judge of the Superior Court of the State of Chiapas, the state also was a member of Congress in 1842 and senator in 1845. Minister of Justice in 1860 and Miramón Attorney General's Office served the Empire as a member of the Board of Notables. As a diplomat, was U.S. envoy extraordinary and Rome, is in one of these trips, which involves their daughters that girls have no way of deciding routes or destinations.
The text that follows is the testimony, written 14 years later, the facts that Larrainzar lived in New York. Introducing this year, we have omitted parties where stories are told to travel outside, for example, the story of Martha, girl he met aboard the ship that first time travelers and whose drama is interspersed with pictures that seem taken from a guide Desk.
The Larrainzar seem unaware of the dark side of the city. Absorbed in the upper-class luxury and consumption that this practice, in the majesty of the buildings that do not give peace to his astonishment and conversation to which, often, are invited, omitted details of his travels and only in Washington Market description Baxter Mulberry or remember the lives of other women who, unlike them, work and provide resources to their homes or even are the mainstay: "you see women of lower classes, with baskets of fish in the head."
In 2003, a century and several decades after Larrainzar family travel, appear in another vision of Mexican literature in New York. This time will be a fictitious woman, created by a man who enters into hotels and luxury shops and shows us that the city has the pace of Hell:

New York is like me being in a hurry. To be what? Whatever you want. Or what you do not want, but there will be no middle ground. You can live away from the street and find out and be as miserable you decide, but salt and you will see New York pull you. Come here, bitch. And you say: I do not, you're wrong, how can you believe. But New York always get to your price. What fails to pay the purchase Broadway and Fifth, and Park, with the seventh, with Bowery. What poison looking for? New York will give it away.

are the words of Xavier Velasco in the voice of Violetta, the protagonist of the novel Diablo Guardian.
The Larrainzar, as Violetta, eager to reveal all the mysteries in town will feel it. Eager to go all the streets, walking the same for Broadway that Baxter Mulberry, spend the luxury of Fifth Avenue to the streets where they are "workers without work, idle thieves, drunks of both sexes lead to poor stumbling rooms warmly embracing their bottles desarrajadas creatures and aged prematurely perhaps due to lack of air and food. "
is very likely that, during his visit to the Barnum Museum, the sisters Larrainzar met with several of the phenomena that the employer used to display and that made him famous: the boy dog, a sort of wolf-man, the man with the face lion, the giant of Texas, the missing link that proves the theory of Darwinian evolution-a child with congenital deformities, "the human caterpillar, a man without limbs, and perhaps the most famous of his creatures, the Fiji mermaid-dried trunk of a spider monkey grafted onto the tail of a shark, known today as Barnum mermaid.
Larrainzar The picture that we face in New York in the nineteenth century is not very different from what is presented in the XXI century: "At first I was so scared that I was seeing just the bare ground. Cigarette butts, shoes, bare old and crumpled papers. But I kept hearing the screaming and black merolicos and I went to the sides: coke-and-smoke, coke-and-smoke. As if everyone agreed on terror. " Human phenomena or "normal" set in a circus or on the street, all show human misery surrounded by luxury and glamor in the Big Apple.
But what is most frightening, perhaps, to Larrainzar is religious diversity in New York. Virtuous women, raised in strict Catholic, can not conceive of living of so many different faiths: "Oh! Why nuisance caused us to remain in these temples! Many thoughts assaulted at that moment our mind, and pitied the poor people, lost and walking in the darkness of perpetual night, depriving them of enjoying the beautiful light of the orb of day. "
On his return to Mexico, and Enriqueta Ernestina, to cleanse their minds of all sins facie case Religious Institute Daughters of Calvary and write serious hours of life. Written Reflections (1879), mysteries novels Heart (1881) and The Sound of Music (1883), and the story travels to various parts of Europe (1880-1885).
indelible impressions are those worn by women visiting New York, a city that knows no gender, real or fictitious, men or women, all treated equally regardless of the time. White marble skyscraper, dealers, prostitutes and society ladies, sirens, New York to exhibit their chimeras, who see them, atone for their sins.
The sisters returned from their trip with a new worldview and the desire to write what they lived, what Which leads me to think of a new classification: return trips to Hell with all the sins forgiven, we travel shoring trips to realize that we have not died, as they are, or should be, in the end, all journeys.


* Introductory text to "Travel to various parts of Europe," Harriet and Larráinzar Ernestina, in Republicans Another Empire. Mexiana travelers to New York (1830-1895) , Mexico, DF, Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Mexico, 2009, Back and vuelata the nineteenth century.

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... of Asenath. Lights ..

butter in the middle of going through brokers intertwined mazes and obstacles as steps to walk, I think it was only yesterday when he broke the mirror ....

The fearlessness of my ideas now sleeps all day, now I wonder if they realize the reality or just envy me that peace of mind in which I am not allowed to enter. My fault

stand under an apple tree when the idiots are devilishly ripe apples and I wanted to read The Little Prince. Hate

do chuchu chuchu train as hard because they do not cover my ears and never had to buy Beetle horn, I gradually got used to not being heard, but to see the mirror as my guardian angel.

The walls and roof over batting guard followed my days to be ex officio, at the time it reaches the coconut and the closet monster celebrates with sleeping under my bed, I never have cared that the half-wet, while half crying, total, I did not make noise. I hate that I take the capsules and make boo in my stomach, I hate you fear so much.

Today the mirror is stuck alone and hung on the side of the tub where the water is prohibited, lest that by "accidentally" fall and sirens do not leave me out. I saw myself as if I know, with those dark glasses to not see more than I would like to know, I realized that my body with big dark glasses is simply accurate.

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Thank you for the flowers, Roberto.

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and his journey through serendipity: the rebuttal the ucronia literary. I begin this blog

If I start to speak with ghosts
of words and tricks, random,
come, trembling with surprise,
to invent the truth ... Xavier Villaurrutia


When German physicist Albert Einstein is credited with sentence: "The chance does not exist, God does not play dice with the universe." I can violate this statement.
The island of Ceylon, now Sri Lanka, was known for many years as the Kingdom of Serendip. In 1557 the Italian writer Christoforo Armeno wrote a story about three brothers who were unintentionally fortunate discoveries. That story was later known under the title "The Three Princes of Serendip", although sometimes distorts his own. One person who read the story of Christoforo Armeno was the writer Horace Walpole, author of The Castle of Otranto, "and so enjoyed the story in 1754, coined the word serendipity [1] . Walpole used the new term for happy gatherings are achieved partly by accident, partly by paying attention to small details. Walpole
After no one else used the word serendipity to the mid-twentieth century. Those who were resumed, mostly scientists to describe accidental discoveries originated by chance. For example, it is said that Isaac Newton discovered gravity when he saw an apple fall. Did not mean that Alexander Fleming discovered penicillin when they accidentally contaminated a culture, or Niels Bohr deciphered the structure of the atom after the dream. Through serendipity, 3M laboratories became millionaires by neglecting the production of glue: those responsible for quality control forgot to add a component during the manufacturing process and resulted in poor quality adhesive that was later used in the famous slips for Post-it sticky notes.
some dictionary definitions English language for the word serendipity they are: "... the occurrence and development of random events in a happy or beneficial way" [2] , "... when they accidentally made interesting or valuable discoveries" [3] . The term is not included in the dictionary of the Royal Academy of English Language, but Manuel Seco, in his Dictionary of Current English, gives this definition: "... power to make a discovery or a lucky find by accident." To better understand the serendipity can say that looks like a fluke, defined as a "fluke." In summary, Serendipity is the science of chance.
was a serendipity that took me fifteen years ago, even a book titled Love is class Oscar de la Borbolla (Mexico City, birth date uncertain), which was later reissued as God does play the dice. In this book I read the story "The corners of chance" [4] . In the story two phones ring simultaneously, the respective owners (a painter and a lawyer), unknown to each other, answer the call and developed a dialogue like this: "Well

" Well
- Yes, I want to talk?
- How to whom I talk to if my phone just ring?
"Well, I have been the same, the lines must be broken.

From that moment the phone lines are crossed off and on, without a definite pattern, and the protagonists of history engage in a virtual friendship. They realize, later, that there is a person who always found on the street, where they will and, worse still, that this woman, that man is the friend phone. Frightened, they decide to retreat and turn off the devices, but find they are in love. Come to look for and never found.
In the same book I found another story that I was amazed by their format: "The umbrella of Wittgenstein ", in which the author sum it logical uncertainty. As the Austrian philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein, De la Borbolla structure your text into paragraphs that go from general to specific, while exploring all possibilities for a moment.
Based on philosophical theories, De la Borbolla shapes their stories and then experiment with scientific theories. The author addresses to the borders, to what is discovered, the limits of what will happen in the near future. That was how I found out that under the rationale lies the chance. And I speak not only of fiction: after the disposition of each atom in the universe show some degree of organization, there is a measure of uncertainty and disorder, is entropy. If the world works is that, on average, the order is more than chaos.
structures with which Borbolla From experience, however, are far from anarchy. Expertise is required to achieve texts that refute themselves, to reach the literary rebuttal that the author shows in his three novels: Everything is allowed, nothing that bad and life of the dead. In these texts are fiction discovered several levels: lines that lie out of the above and, in the words of De la Borbolla, transform the reader into an "accessory puzzled." Literary refutation causes the receiver to discover that what we imagined might not occur as it has been told.
To deny a text is needed on both the likelihood denied as in that challenging. The truth does not matter because, ultimately, a lie is more effective. In the Borbolla himself quoted Francis Bacon when he says that the only truth that we human beings is what we want. As Hans-Georg Gadamer says in his book Theory and method, reading is a process of interiority, the interpretation of a text is defined by the circumstances of the reader, the understanding is accompanied by the personal prejudices, the same prejudices that of the Borbolla criticized for being enemies of knowledge. Gadamer takes ideas Heidegger to explain that the interpretation of a text is tempered by expectations of meaning, contrary to what the text means "otherwise." From
Borbolla So put aside the "truth" to build new worlds, to build places out of time. French philosopher Charles takes the concept of Renouvier ucronia , the story might be, alternate history, one that would result in another reality, the possibilities of the past.
For several years, in various newspapers of Mexico City, De la Borbolla published, under the guise of stories and news articles, a series of Uchrony with premeditation and advantage. He devoted himself to provoke and mislead readers encandalizar while playing with the veracity and credibility of journalism and fiction. He himself admits that the weight given the format of a newspaper is not the same as a book. It is known episode in which the Royal English Language Academy, following the publication of "The evils of the Castilian" in the newspaper El País-ucronia in which the doctor explains Leonardo Zúñiga scientific arguments to ensure that English speaking cancer cause throat due to the placement of phonemes, "tried to sue the physician imaginary. Borbolla of these crimes is happy and shows that literature is provocative, seduction, desire. If love is to seduce a difficult issue, seduce a reader is much more. As Jean Baudrillard says: "Seduction is not desire but which plays with and mocks the desire of desire. Which overshadows the desire, makes it appear and disappear, up appearances in front of him to rush to his own end. " [5]
What alchemist, the author seeks the formula for eternal life. Under the slogan "no death", De la Borbolla want to correct the fact, transfigured. In the Manifesto Uchronics "calls to those who:

tear the belly with a knife Japanese, raise the cap of the scalp with a bullet, thrown into the precipice of a bridge, tabletting with cyanide, a stone tied around his neck blooming in waves on the surface of a lake fright thrown in the bed of a scented room with gas, sawing wrists in a public bathroom, sprayed gasoline on a forest where the fires are prohibited or open up a diversion to the open landscape of the canyon, or jump to the bottom of alcohol or opium fund or fund a memory or the merits of a book that is worth more than that is wasted daily. [ 6]

summons to speak out against "the pain and death, limited opportunities and lack of freedom to have many different lives and not be suffocated by none. " [7]
The uchronic used, in the words of Baudrillard, the "strategy of the absence of the elusive, of metamorphosis," consisting of the "virtual unlimited substitution, without reference chaining. Baffling, trapping evidence to disperse, to scatter the order of things and the order of reality .... " [8] says that "no one can cross off as utopian an output which has not committed all their forces" and proclaims: "For the triumph of life and extension of hope! / For the establishment of a new world! / For the total possibility of the impossible! / For the destruction of reality! / FORBIDDEN TO DIE! "
Like the texts of the Borbolla, death itself is denied to life (although the reverse is also true.) To defy the natural death, Borbolla uses a non natural: language. Uses the image of the "strange ideograms" are the words and numbers in a playful way: "And there she was also doing math with their coworkers, because the slender dancer seemed a 1, the guitarist, his legs crossed, a 4, the bartender drink beer, a 6, and Laura, acinturada as 8 .... " [9]
from language A, De la Borbolla given other attributes to their stories. Cut prayers to give speed as in the novel Everything is allowed: "It has cost me a fortune so cebarme Aguantate" he says to his young chief secretary chubby while the penetration. "It has cost me a fortune cebarme well, so Aguantate" would be the full sentence, the slower and subtract power of seduction:

A set of words is always a challenge, and refer to the seduction was triumphant in a production rigging also a challenge theoretical. The challenge, not the desire, appears in the heart of seduction. Is that what you can not stop responding while it is possible not to respond to the desire. Draws us beyond any contract beyond the law of change, beyond equivalences, in a bid that may never end. The challenge, seduction, are so much more than the pleasure principle, draw us beyond the reality principle. [10]

Seduction involves speeches, words and desires. As Rudyard Kipling said: words are the most powerful drug of humanity.
All Borbolla From experiments focus on the novel Life of the dead. The same author describes his work as a "total novel", which includes the reader as an active creator. With a character "expert take on the roles that chance offers" to whom chance has led to the death, the author gets us identify emotionally with his character

... the fact attach a sympathetic attitude or loving respect sympathetically about their work life, ie the concept of sympathy, or feeling part explained and understood in a manner consistent, radically destroys the principle purely expressive of artistic endeavor of the work takes a completely new look, takes place in a very different sense, and sympathy as pure abstract moment of this event is to be just one of the moments, and also a time extraestético ... [11]
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We ourselves through our affections, and Benito Correa, the novel's central character is, in this sense, a mirror. Correa is a kind of hero who takes on various life-uchronic part of the list of demands-to answer the question that has made mankind: why death? Correa is a bureaucrat beaten up by his wife, but it is the sailor Paul JOFER and drug dealer Tony Lugano: "The desire of glory organizes the naive hero's life and also organizes the story of his life uplifting. The aspiration for glory is a recognition within humanity's cultural history (or nation), and affirm and build their lives. " [12]
Despite his training as a philosopher, De la Borbolla going against their guild that only sees death all around: philosophers of the absurd. In a dead man's life makes the same character have different lives to go against death, even death itself. Navigate between the text contradicts itself and the fiction out of time, the ucronia, which becomes reality. Narra, in addition to the "real" story, the story possible, Uchronics, which could happen and not happen, discover what possible false, creates scenarios known to reach places never seen before, and explores the blurred boundary between fiction reality. Just to find the meaning of life, toward him.
When God plays dice cheat; From Borbolla also: experience with the language "to withdraw its intrusive presence," writes "a world to supplant this world" because it really disappoints. To demonstrate, Jaime Sabines would say that "there is only life."
In The Life of a dead there ucronia, because it includes all forms of existence that a character can take. There are literary rebuttal at the time we realize that the history we have given true, is false. There are games to language games are speed and the ideograms that make up the letters. Benito Correa is against death, at the precise moment when death touches.

After my first encounter with the literature of Oscar de la Borbolla not stop until I read everything that was published at that time. I must have 17 years when my mother, who knew my fascination with literature Uchronics-gave me a surprise: he had met De la Borbolla, had told him about me and him kindly sent me a message that reads: "I'm Oscar de la Borbolla and met your mom in a weird way. I loved knowing that I read, I hope one day we will meet even stranger. "Excited
folded the paper he had just received and put it in the pages of love is kind. From that moment, as in "The corners of chance", I began to find the writer at various points in Mexico City: Polanco, Colonia Condesa and the Roma, in the Historic Center in University City. I am deeply embarrassed to approach him and confess my admiration. On occasion, even attended the presentation of one of his books and I dared not ask him to sign my copy. I was sure, to approach him, he would have nothing to say.
Until one day, finally I got the solution: would keep the note in my wallet and the next time you find Borbolla From the street the address on the pretext that he had a message from him. But what if I lost or stolen wallet? I decided to photocopy the message and re-save the original pages of stories. Then it happened: I stopped running into De la Borbolla.
Time passed and I thought of the absurd idea of \u200b\u200bplaying dice with God. I thought to cheat. My idea was putting together a scenario that seems casual. Nobody, not even God himself, they would discover that everything was perfectly planned. I had to run into "randomly" with De la Borbolla and deliver the message I had sent so many years. Was determined: it would be worse for the fact that if he did not find that I imagined would happen. Subscribe to the "Manifesto uchronic" in order to live the life you desire. I did not take into account the uncertainty principle formulated by the German physicist Werner Karl Heisenberg, who asserted that there is always an uncertainty variable.
Before I could even plan a gimmick to get the longed for meeting with writer happen, God cheated. One evening, while writing this text, my phone rang, I answered and the other side of the line heard a male voice saying, "Hi, Oscar de la Borbolla, I learned that you write something about me that you have a message sent for years, and I invite you for coffee to chat about all. " My first thought was that someone was playing a joke, but my partner insisted on being both the writer, who accepted the invitation.
There was still the hardest part because, as a question of the Borbolla:

How are those who are looking for? Those who are not seeking by chance: the fate of matches in a corner or in an elevator together, puts everyone on a path that apparently does not include cross to the other, but fatally proceeds flowing into the site and the instant the point reaching those not looking for: no one can ever explain the delay or unexpected turn which gives us the so-called unexpected encounter. Those who seek, however, have to agree: make an appointment, review your agenda, propose an item for the meeting and do everything conducive to attend on time. Those who seek to replace the random by the will and only when things get found out wonderfully. [13]

My chance encounter, but was ruined prefabricated. I lost the game.
Italo Calvino says that in every story, there are only two possible endings, which confirms that life and explores the meaning of death. The literature confirms Oscar de la Borbolla life as random. BIBLIOGRAPHY






Bakhtin, MM, Aesthetics of verbal creation, Mexico, Siglo XXI, 2005.

Baquero Goyanes, Mariano, Structures of the contemporary novel, Madrid, Castalia, 2001.

Baudrillard, Jean, the other for himself, Barcelona, \u200b\u200bAnagram, 1997.

[1] In English, serendipity.
[2] Oxford Dictionary
Inglés [3] Longman Dicitonary of Contemporany Inglés
[4] Oscar de la Borbolla, "The corners of chance," Love is kind, Mexico, Joaquin Mortiz, 1994 .
[5] Jean Baudrillard, the other for himself.
[6] Oscar de la Borbolla, "Manifesto Uchronics" How to destroy reality, pp. 10-11.
[7] Ibid., P. 13
[8] Baudrillard, op. cit.
[9] Oscar de la Borbolla, The Life of a dead man, p. 24
[10] Baudrillard Op.
[11] Bakhtin, M., aesthetics of verbal creation, pp.81-82.
[12] Ibid., P.138.
[13] Oscar de la Borbolla, The Life of a dead man.

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of Asenath.

car lights caress the lines on the road, I imagine your way lying under the moon and the trees, making fun of stars who can not so close to the sea, and you ... just wet your feet. I see that white line that screams I do not spend, is in the midst of silence when I start my look at the entrance to your back and down to your waist and ... lost. The light yellow lines caress your body, those that warn me you're still there.

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Luna ... of Asenath.

When the moonlight touches the shoulder of the still waters, small fish hide under the bridge for fear of seeing beyond their noses, perhaps with the light to see the color of the flowers.

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am ... of Asenath. Under the curtain ...

I like the dance bar where the whores with big scarves, my flavor ... pure vanilla fact, my skin roasting coffee with a pale face, the strange thing is that ... my eyes are able to see the sunrise and the beauty of frogs, do not kiss my lips and gestures and have forgotten to play, because well, I teach.

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of Asenath.

I have the form of pretext in two corners of my body and nothing else, I need the image of the game has sometimes I have the habit of feeling away when I force myself to remember, yesterday I was covered under the curtain , today's game between the second and third call, tomorrow ... still do not know, but I know I'll be on you and hopefully makes me shine on stage.

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Night .. of Asenath.

The night is a perfect for a road trip to some music and iced tea, no gossip moons, the roads are infinite without any destination, traffic lights are pink and if you lower the windows whenever you hear the sea .

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indisposed ... of Asenath.

was a kiss, I told, only one, he had a belly like a bottomless pit that hung over everything that was not enough to be one of those scratchy beard that nobody wants to kiss, was the music, slow , slow, boring and ill and I like the notes ... I pretended to be asleep.

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Pupil What is a tribe Urbana teacher? Teacher-
is one of the biggest stupid things men have created due to the evolution of Rock, many genres have emerged, and people do not find a way to classify, and not to panic, a hillbilly them together in one package, which he called "Urban Tribes."
Student-teacher but Why the listeners also tell Hip Hop "Urban Tribe"? Professor
-ooh, that also has an explanation, the reason is that Hip Hop is also frowned upon by society.
Pupil Teacher, well you know these things ... Why, then, that 70% of teachers nationwide failed? Teacher-
Due to influence peddling, do not choose the most apt, if not the one who knows or has kinship with certain influential people in the through education, but that's another story.

There is nothing more ridiculous to say "I belong to this urban tribe", why not get a look before you say that?

Why I think this is the Urban Tribes?, Well, I put that up, but there is still a mystery, why only the Rock and genres that are frowned upon by society?

Once a boorish television said that they were "minority" ... So that each next The Cure, Iron Maiden and The Adicts are filling stadiums?, Is that what they call urban tribes are minority?

How is it that every year at the festival "Vive Latino" attended by a number People exorbitant?

Now I want to know something, why those who hear "Pasito Duranguense", "Norteño" etc etc are not classified as "urban tribes?, Where they are a minority and even to be heard around the country, only certain regions is heard with more affluence. Discuss

stereotyped before, instead of getting the banner of "I belong to the Urban Tribe" think, the only reason why there is this "classification" is to bring together in one word everything that society accepts and rejects only serves to marginalize what they do not appear, as has been all the time.

also that as I have always said, is stereotyped stupid, is for people who have no identity.

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Zadera Urban Tribes - Uber die Jahre (2007) [DD]


Zadera is a young band that plays very well, the vocalist sings with great emotion, his guitars are loud, but still retain a certain melody that characterizes Deathrock, "Blackbox" defines what is zadera , from there it will give an idea of \u200b\u200bhow the band plays

Artist: Zadera
Album: Uber die Jahre
Genero: Deathrock

01.

Intro 02. Blackbox

03. Tears In The Rain

04. The Narrow Shell

05. I Surrender

06. Die über Jahre

07.

Venom 08. Lizzie

09. One Kiss

10. Choose My Hearse

11. You

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Jesus On Extasy - Holy Beauty (2007) [DD]



Combining elements of industrial rock music ringtones Gothic, an album that I liked a lot, since it sounds Nuclear Bitch you know you are listening to something good.

Recommended to all who like

Industrial Artist: Jesus on Extasy
Album: Holy Beauty
Genre:

Industrial Gothic Tracklist:

1. Assassinate Me Bitch
2. Nuclear
3. Drowning
4. Neochrome
6. Alone 2nd Skin Puppet
9. Holy Beauty Nowhere Girl Reach Out
11. Assassinate Me (KMFDM Remix)

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Dye ... of Asenath.

"You are going gray," she said as she gracefully strange, turned his hand moving the spoon into the pot of hot chocolate about to abort their foam. Apparently my voice was too weak inhibited by the gurgle of the ending of baked beans on the stove. She ignored my words focused on who gave off smoke, perhaps to find the deformed figure of a virgin of Guadalupe, a saint, the devil or Jesus Christ himself; total, have appeared in the explosions of war, in the smoke Cigar and up pineapple pie, why not appear in the pan of beans, I thought trying find the same image. No logic in the bathroom of the fourth enchilada sauce, my eyes saw the serenity and tenderness of the woman, her long hair, wet bath just received and now with tiny lines of new hair, tangled in a pink gown with small yellow flowers bouquets blue was no longer the same, just to confirm. Which for many years took my hand to cross the street, a monthly that occupied my desk to listen to my educational achievements, but above all, the complaints from the teacher because of my bad behavior, or my devilish behavior, as Mom said if not listening and kept telling me to clean while the drafts when other children were eating cucumber with chili and played, as I had, the doctor, try to forget the phrase "be careful what you say someone is" of that teacher to whom I can no longer distinguish her face in my memories and that always hate because they never allowed me to wear a white coat for half an hour.
"I think it lacks salt," he said as he placed his lips on the spoon full of beans, making back to the memory of that woman with striped dress blue and her hair somewhat extravagant of the 80's, I remember decorated with jelly beans green colored gelatin after bait used to force me to eat rice soup with carrots and make tamarind water, that bitter strawberry that cut the tree that covered us in the afternoon sun. A very pale-colored skirt and a sleeveless blouse accompanied in the evenings when he watered the flowers of many colors, and roses by the window and lifted the neck closed their eyes in a way so smug as they splashed the water gently not to be hurt by the drops, and finally, I took her hand to give me the bathroom which was, I needed while I, with the cry of a widow with no inheritance, he shouted that he was wrong, that the bathroom was not necessary, why not wanted and that I would tell my dad how he abused me, while it straight in my head foam the shampoo smells like bubblegum stars and sang Besame Mucho to hear no.
was on my birthday who spent the whole morning to make me a white cake with pink chupetitos and, of course, more blue gelatin in small glasses, perfectly cut sandwiches and a bag full of candy where, using all his mathematical ability, given the amount necessary, always trying to leave a whole bag for when, for the rush, did not come to make jellies and then eat and then use them for bait, but remember that on two occasions there was no candy or jelly, just a couple of threats to make me eat.
His hands were a big bow on my back, a white dress in front of strips, ribbons with those who one day tried to strangle the cat after resisting my touch and not be put ducks bib that matched the purple diaper that had been put. I never liked the dress, but had been a gift from her, it was bound to feel an insatiable taste for it, though I look like a glitzy Christmas gift.
winter days in the ointment on his back and chest is what I remember the most, especially the smell of eucalyptus that was steeped in their hands as I could see a large black and blue balls on the ceiling effects of the disease.
The chocolate was ready, beans grosgrain had stopped and the saints were never found, raising my voice, he repeated, "You are going gray, and patiently waited for an answer to know how the story books, thinking about a life full of white hair, and she looked at me, smiling reply. Yes, I realized, and decided not to dye myself.

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Lucky number ... of Asenath. CMYK

9:58 pm. It's beautiful, I can see sequins because the light of a lantern illuminates the corner. The red traffic light, the mirror said to me with those heels is certainly taller than me, leaning into a bare shoulder on the brick wall, a neck that I can see to the navel and a little more, His face shines bright frosting, I remember my grandmother flakes and sugar pouring from her fingers and jumping all around, but she does not know flake, that's clear. Green light, the car horn behind me notice, I move, she goes away after the speed of my wheels and disappears. Arrive at my house, no one expected, no milk, no bread, the neighbor's cat goes into heat so my cat walk behind her, then there will be no cat, I return, I can not take it home " ? I have no money, if any 80 pesos for the six-cylinder car, no money, but I want to return, she asked how I bring and do not know that answer. 10:58

I parked a block away from his body, the cars go and she stays there. Do you charge too expensive? It's beautiful, but if I had the fat that is noticeable as far as I'm perhaps no longer be there, not impatient, it should be, if it works today, how pay rent? Or have your own home? This morning I read my horoscope in a magazine published eight months ago, I do not know if it still works I read, said he would find true love, the love of my life would be close, I'm a block away from her, if that's not it relates closely, also told me to get dressed in green color that was my day, bring a blue shirt, hopefully not so important. The woman beside orange leaves, a gray car just deal with it, was not so hard to convince, is half the thickness it, then I think it will become more expensive, waved his hand in a circle to signal a " back right now "and she shook her head to say yes. 11:58

not even know I'm here, has not turned to look for this side, I begin to touch the lever of my car, caress, and I watch it, stroke the lever up and down, bottom up and watch my breathing becomes faster, squeeze the handle as I watch their fat legs, cellulite, and those breasts that almost cover her navel so they are hung. My hands are sweating on the plastic lever, the plastic is green may bring me luck. 12:58

around two laps, three laps of the block and parked me in front of her, under the glass and look into his eyes, draws near, I'm sweating, I question if I can be of service, how it I say it is the love of my life, my horoscope said that the alignment of the planets are in my favor, how can I tell you what I read is becoming a reality? I wonder how much I bring, I take the portfolio but not the open, is thick, I cut the back of the packs of matches for a time, bring the paintings of Dali, Van Gogh, Frida and Picasso, half are repeated and I kept there, she smiles and takes the car, I am coming to save the portfolio. I drive towards my house, turn to me every minute, I fixed my gaze to the front, my hands grip the steering wheel does not want to touch the lever, after what I did now disgusts me, asks me if I live far away, move head to say no. Good thing it does not rain, that would make the situation a common scene, like in the movies. Bring even radio, I hope not despair for the silence to which I just two days ago I read in the newspaper horoscope this week that the music I desconcentraría of my intellectual work, so I decided to remove the radio, but did not work as you want. 1:58

I open the door of the building, leading to the elevator and I put one foot to the top of the stairs and stares at me, asking me if it works and shake my head to say no, I was three steps forward The end of her skirt and her legs are starting right in my face, first floor, there is a stop to see if we have, I keep walking, turns to the three steps forward, second floor, it stops, I still walking three steps, my eyes are seeing the foot, third floor, he stops and looks at me, I wondered whether a long, I shake my head to tell no, three steps, fourth floor, I stop, walk, turn around when you stop listening to my feet and back, eight department. I open the door, enter and turn to look from floor to ceiling, the cat is not. 2:58

ask me what I like, the observed up and down, sits on the corner of my bed and bends to remove her wearing heels that I can see the abdomen that is folded twice and made a kind of double burger, I sit on the couch that is in front of the bed, the cat makes noises in the alley a few days ago I read in my horoscope that sexual relationships and keep me happy, but it has not worked for me, I think my cat has to be the same sign as me ... and he did it worked. I've never seen a horoscope reading the cat. It has been lying by saying, "when you want daddy to work for no fuck" out of the bag packets of color, "what color you prefer" I asked, pointed at the green is my color for this day. Falls asleep waiting for you go there, get up quietly, I take one step for each da hum and I go as close to it, but just to see the ceiling. 3:58

sleep I see her eyes closed, his mind open to not know what dreams, dreams that know me, I want to feel those lips kiss her crooked, kissing his neck, penetrating smell where more women to resist cracking skin provokes me, makes me want to touch every part of it, the mountains of his body to kiss me cry and I have to resist, they touch only the sheets and feet body moves me, I see her bare skin under the old clothes, how good you are asleep and can not see the trembling of my lips, no sweat of my hands and other parts of me, what beautiful legs is not lead her to me, no way, I can not touch it ... and I ... I do not even dare to touch me ...
4:58
still asleep, between your teeth is a window and lets out the saliva to wet my pillow, I'm still watching cracks in my ceiling needs painting, but no money, my cat comes home, he was pleased to note and tired, had a good night there, and me, dammit! I still see the cracks in my ceiling if I make the breakfast is that you thought of me? I'd like to simulate that frosted flakes and brighter the better I get to be asleep, how do you pay? Do not think I want the cards of Dali, who pays with art? Only the damned dead who pay their debts and become rich when they are gone.

it up again 5:58 am on the couch watching, wiped the wetness from his mouth with my blanket and asked me when I have no clock, hanging on the wall all the time marks eight but has no minute hand, asks me to pay, I offer breakfast, not wanting to say, the refrigerator is empty, you start to get angry, gets up and screams as she puts her heels back, back to see that double burger that I could not eat, I give the wallet and throws me in the face of Van Gogh and Frida jumping in the air, it is clear that art does not care, who can import it art? Only those who do not have to worry about paying the rent. I turn and I go to the closet, I have to pay like everything in this life. Saco wedding ring from my mother, I'll give and ask her to marry me. A few days ago I read in the horoscope which was soon the person with whom he lived for the rest of my life, how lucky it is today. 6:58

the knife through my back, why I gave you back? I was just looking for the ring to give my mother, my knees are bent, a lung pierced the air makes me out your back, pull the ring from my mother that I have on hand, you start to embed in the center line of life, that they say we have in the palm and that was the longest that was a while ago I went to read my hand, I said I would live many years, I think I cheated this time. Eight seconds, the air has escaped, she went out the window and left open, the sun falls directly on the ground and is reflected in my face, damn woman! I should have said I am allergic to sun. The cat comes back out the window and make noises with the cat in the alley, put my shirt yesterday that I took a teddy bear that I found on the street, it was cold and did not want the cat got sick, was a green shirt with eight on the back, I received several scratches to wear it because it was too tight. 6:59

read in a magazine that eight is my lucky number. Today ... I should have worn a green shirt.

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... of Asenath.

The car stopped for reasons we may never understand, I saw the lights turn on and off like a Christmas tree. I remember the rains of August and the heat of April, I know ... it's September and I'm not patriotic. Red, green, yellow or something similar, you remember you in pink, but sometimes green, you might be a CMYK with turquoise.

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Happy Song ... of Asenath.

Yesterday there was a happy song moved the cat ears while pretending to sleep on a pillow adorned with flowers, I know she likes. The song was "Good morning Mr. Sun, life and love ... ... It was cloudy, one died and the house was alone. The cat and I never stop singing, but I could never move my ears ... and the silly cat's voice never met him ... just so the song was happier.

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Seduction ... of Asenath.

There was a total seduction filled with excess and full-flavored powder, incense-filled ethyl corroded the perspiration of vertigo. The liquid was in and out with different sounds but no one drank. Excesses, laughter and hallucinations liquid. An addiction to the open pores of every inch of skin ... the sax and trumpet silent noise ... but I could hear what sounded maybe not.

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Fear ... of Asenath. Need

There are seasons where the nights are long, without knowing why the tick is slowed down and sleep is something strange, and no sailing our dreams and no one tells a story, fear becomes a luxury that dominates much as we can not presume. Dreams are for awake when most are asleep.

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... of Asenath. Bad Habit ...

is the need for presence in a life that is not for me, to believe have a niche somewhere in someone, somewhere in a being that if you live on earth. Do not know which is worse, believe that I need or I need to play.

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Maybe you play with me, tie me, control me, as I try to change my bad habits ... the bad habit of being able to control ideas, be white lie to the enemy, the bad habit of not explain and do everything as if nothing important. Having the habit of provocation when Even coffee is served at breakfast smoking when you are six hours to serve, to receive what I know I always want to hit me, and if that is not happiness, turn on the TV and believe that nothing has happened.
can play with me, but my bad habits may be able to win. The bad habit of saying things when they may no longer be necessary. The bad habit of not believing in the promise and hope no matter what. The bad habit of sleeping and believe I'm not dreaming, fool me when I need you, and I, even I can not find.

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... of Asenath.

And I felt more than naked ... With this burning
subcutaneous your body,
My hands have touched your cravings
And my tongue playing
poisons your forms,
And never listen to what you said ...
Now I drink coffee and tell him my cigar
A
That the way through my tongue.

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Sanguis et Cinis - Amnesia (2000) [DD]

Link out of Van Disco Drian

Artist: Sanguis et Cinis
Album: Amnesia
Genre: Deathrock / Gothic
rock

1. Prologue
2. Immaculata
Atlantis-Babylon
4. Secret & Sin
6. Amnesia Annie Time
7. Catholic Girls
8. Please Please Love Me Hate Me Whore Disciple
Roses & Forget-
10. Me-Not

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weightless Condolences

died as generally die in hospitals alone, without pain. The last thing I recognized his senses was an advertisement in which a popular figure is presented as a journalist and mother renting their likelihood to a factory of dairy products that claim to help the human body's defenses because of the benefits of its patented bacteria.

be genius was a docile, friendly, made many friends, was an occasional opponent but never a single enemy. Loved almost all her lovers but reserved his best for delighting children with his presence while they were at his side, after the triumphs of each followed by filling of happiness and pride. His last partner died suddenly and barely had time to feel a void because the smell was still between the clothing closet and seemed to resonate the echo of his words in the house. Packed, just before entering the hospital, the most valuable possessions of their dead spouse stacking the boxes in the basement, photo albums, CDs, books, videos, love letters, yet so cool for a while and as stale during years, glorious testimony to justify a prestigious presence, diplomas, certificates, deeds, passports will now rot in the damp darkness of a corner

Someone off his hospital gown, someone wore their own clothing, makeup your face someone, someone put the body in the coffin of mahogany rented transport someone to the refrigerated room intended for cadaver exhibitions which looked flawless on the other side of the large glass border that separates the living dead in the morgues, an urn with separate ventilation and indicating thermometer visible from the outside that freezing mark. Death lock on the other hand, appear to be sleeping in the window of a florist, surrounded offerings, beautiful floral arrangements luxury bouquets, funeral wreaths trying to compensate with its colors and aromas the horrible putrefaction is ruinous contained in the receptacle. Nothing

condolences to standard funerals, our luncheon will be sailing in a morgue National Architecture Award in the provision of contracted services places particular emphasis on attention to family and friends available to them in a multi-faith chapel and as a cafeteria, restaurant, public parking, sale of coffins, tombstones, florist. A comfortable death mall offering services such as legal advice, assistance psychological, obituaries in newspapers reminders design, obtaining official certificates, proceedings before state agencies: Social Security, pensions, wills, and of course, thanatopraxy, for acquaintances may see one last time with a natural look and his relative calm trying to make the situation somewhat less traumatic, but all the dead are ugly because death is dreadful, which is why almost no one likes funerals and burials, which is why lunatics and psychopaths only find beauty and peace in funeral homes, in the echoes of cries increasingly scarce, which is why death is hidden, which is why we pay to foreign to take charge of the remains of our father, our mother, our children, our loved ones.

The contracted room is empty waiting for the first visitor. The music, compositions chosen for a prestigious list, began to sound through speakers camouflaged since it opened a couple of hours ago. On a giant screen displayed snapshots of the human being who is in the coffin after the clean glass. Images in which evolution is seen vital, happy faces, smiles, hugs, always in company, on the beach or on snow in the mountains. The blankness of the body contrasts with the liveliness of his face in the photographs shown happy almost always hugging someone, coworkers, friends, neighbors, children, partner, anyone, everyone. The huge room

generates stillness and serenity. Do not see any religious symbol. A pleasant temperature, neutral colors, cream, beige, brown, try feeling of tranquility, the black is forbidden, mourning, does not manifest. Lighting, furniture induce calm. It is a welcoming space designed with everything you need for the farewell of the living as pleasant as possible. You can see the professionalism, efficiency of staff in each of the details, the personalized attention that is offered 24 hours , 365 days a year, as assigned by the agent who came to the hospital to take over the body and procedures.

Today, the most ancient rites seeks discreet, friendly, content. Skip to death in a pleasure-oriented life that matter, ignore the pain, the existential terror permeated in all the atoms of all living things, hide the dead among the flowers, look at the bright color screen of your smile; to suffer an ugly reality that tarnish your memory, are the backward, poor, those who can not afford the service sentenced to live, you can hire you, you deserve spaces and protocols that you confeccionándoos sedentary soul beautiful memories and where comfort for the dead that ye have tarried, individual rooms that preserve privacy, toilets, showers with a design of a hotel that dramatize the event. Avoid death, hide like a horrible wart after a beautiful scenery. A pagan culture that does not believe in life after death must consequently be sought before it comes forward that is during deep sleep and awaken us so kind of a last gasp. Be considered, leaving a beautiful corpse, a lifeless elegant admirable that just before the spill a few tears away the bad taste of an unbearable emotional incontinence and hangover.
The soundtrack ends but after a few seconds, resumes from the beginning, have spent four hours on the screen, the image loop still shows affection.

Perhaps an older daughter is in charge of the services but can not attend the funeral because as a member of an NGO in a Children's Hospital Tübingen their work is crucial and failure to trigger a collapse, another brother might be one to enjoy scholarship for visual artists in New York or Paris preparing a first exhibition coincides with the death fatally be so impossible to postpone it, would be responsible for scattering the ashes after the burning desire as of late, but given the impossibility of assistance may be hired with the funeral service providing indications of where scatter, it can be to have another brother who has been unable to locate, perhaps a priest of the Missionaries of the Divine Word Mission in remote Australia. Solidarity beings committed to their peers who work tirelessly for a better life for all human beings.

Another smaller screen will appear weightless sympathy, condolences and apologies received by internet and telephone, hundreds of mourners messages, e-cards illustrated with sunsets, lakes and high peaks coming from different parts of the world. At last the door opens, is a man with a guitar, take a look around and do not be surprised to find the empty room, looks at his watch and then to a table that presents a tempting assortment served by a prestigious catering company, is reluctant to mouthful, is a professional, pulls out the guitar, clears his throat and immediately begins to sing a favorite song of the deceased person, may be 'Let It Be' by The Beatles, not once looking inside the coffin and when it ends immediately exits closing the door slowly. Have spent many hours, almost all, the failure to attend funeral dishonors their dead though it may make the greatest possible tribute from afar forgetting their trespasses, its shortcomings, leaving his name cleared of them in memory of all present. Nothing more, a full life, someone who should have died long ago, nothing fatal, was lucky he died long after they died their dreams, and she wanted nothing, not even one more day of life, if anything, he wanted at the last moment friendly hand shake, because that really is sad, that's the really sad to die alone in a hospital room, despite having been one to be kind, tolerant, respectful.

The company has expert event managers and the next morning enter the assigned to the family by giving orders to the attendants. The body, the flowers were removed the cabin and there was to clean the remains of no kiss on the glass. Keep coming sympathy with sample poems and texts related to the luncheon, the speakers continue to repeat the same music, the latest tribute, goodbye, and began to forget everything that that person was or represented, everything he did or did do, and finally cease to exist until the last memory of the last living thing that we knew. An operator off the screen, turn off the lights and take your name off the bulletin board, the room is clean, quiet, ready for a new service.

forget, but when you start that we know more leave us alone and if you can tell more popular dead than alive to is not far away. It is immortal until you see the first dead, then it is recognized that some day someone will leave a flower on our coffin contained gesture and feeling guilty about not feeling any pain, like that has happened or will happen to you, because as children we shield against suffering and if we sedan physical pain, why not sedate the soul, death is unavoidable but suffering itself, the penalty is gradually being banished at funerals to turn into a party, it is quickly moving the page of the tragedy to return immediately to the comfortable refuge from the routine consumption of microdose of joy and happiness because there is no greater pain than not being able to consume. Ash immediately

the dead, his ashes will soon be lost in the dust of remorse, liberaos of taxes to pain, those tributes to the tombs contain the bodies of loved ones corrupt, so corrupt as most ultra-standardized individuals who lost their instincts tamed by the media, subjected to all kinds of influences obsessed with consumerism and purchasing power.

After incineration was commissioned an ecological urn for ashes, consisting of sea salt dissolves in water in 30 minutes without leaving any residue. The extra bonus was not sufficient reason for the mortician to fulfill the order and instead of throwing it into the sea as directed, got rid of her in a culvert near a department store where I wanted to take the last day of sales.


Photo: Chema Madoz

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Tragic Black - The Decadent Requiem (2006) gothic topicazos


Deathrock mixed with glam and electronic trends, I do not think you need presentation:

Video: Faith in Decay , Surreal Catharsis , Circuit 3

Artista: Tragic Black
Album: The Decadent Requiem
Genero: Deathrock/Gothic glam

Tracklist

1. In-toxic-Nation (The Doom Generation)
2. Circuit 3
3. Surreal Catharsis
4. Suburbian Dystopia
5. Incinerate
6. Mad Hatter
7. Lost Time
8. Fading Echoes
9. Faith In Decay
10. Elegy
11. Smeared Eyes
12. The Decadent Requiem
13. Parasitism
14. Holding Hands

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tags and Scary Bitches - The Island Of The Damned (2009) [DD]

Taken from Ivan-Disco

A very nice album from the start of the album with "The Island of the Damned" feel the vibe of the Scary Bitches, I like the evolution that has taken the band, songs like "Bats" that make you involuntarily coree these rhythms dark and depressing, yet very moved and Glam.

Artist: Scary Bitches
Album: The Island Of The Damned
Genre: Deathrock / Gothic Glam Rock

Tracklist:

01. The Island Of The Damned
02. Baby Deathrock
03. Lung Cancer
04. Come Dance With Me
05. We Must Conform
06. Fifteen For The Bogeyman
07. Bats
08. My Little Itch
09.
Bungalowland 10. Sensible People We Were
11. House Of Pain House Of The Misery
12. Doppelganger

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Now it's my birthday!

By chance ... did not sleep last night, most wonderful and pleasant you had in your life?

Did not feel as safe harmony pervaded his mortal bodies? and despite all odds made them feel as if floating on a cloud of harmony and happiness overflowing?

waking did not feel as nice a feeling of happiness as if they had taken an elixir that would eliminate all negative energies and almost cried with happiness and security felt confess their devotion to love that person? Did not turn out to hug their worst enemies and walked alongside them defending promoting peace in the world?

now were it not in the news this morning as people leave to commit suicide because of the economic crisis?, As well as rich people celebrity, entertainment and media abandoned their possessions to give to the less needy? All this because they felt in their hearts that hope was not dead in their grieving hearts.

Well no ... not coincidentally, now at 00:00 Hours (In the Rockies, no Daylight Saving) inexplicable way, the planets were aligned to produce a unique and visible only every Earth year on this date is that account of ancient history that has passed from generation to generation, told by Masons Illuminati and : Each June 8 Earth, the gods leave Valhalla, Olympus and the Nun to visit the planet where they left their most perfect creation, so perfect that not all the Gods assembled were able to overcome it, so he was given a mortal body in order to retain its perfection and not all human dazzle lower. And to the day that perfect claim your throne, and then humans to worship him and recognize as being more pure than could exist, and all the Gods recognize his glory, achieving universal peace
The Greeks described
as a being that exceeded the strength of Hercules, the beauty of Narcissus, the wisdom of Athena and was the character model as rent and Alexander the Great and all the great conquerors descendants of the cradle of Western culture.

I do not say it, but it's a coincidence that on June 8 when that happens ...

But anyway, today 06/08/1909 is my birthday!:



Well Ivoon player started with only 11 tracks, now has exactly 51, I went up about 6 this week , enjoy!