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They should all go

with them all is the cry of those who are tired, puteados, no, cheated and tired. Especially tired, tired of scorn, lies, deceptions, taxes, shortages, early mornings, daily menus ... A cry that is an order and it is a plea. And a cry of the individual not the mass. They must all go. ALL: Politicians, bankers, legislators, presidents, kings, ideologues, businessmen, police, teachers ... All, for screwing us day and night. Every day. For ruining lives with impunity. Go away with its power, its laws, its prohibitions, with their traps, their money, get out. Fuck.

with them all, journalists, trade unionists, prophets, ideologues, any subject specialists, psychologists, economists ... You go to war, to the block, to the unemployment line, to jail, to the suburbs. Stop eating, drinking, fucking, smoking, reading, dream, laugh, mourn ... what we please. We are up to the hilt, to the ovaries, to the guts of sermons and advice, we anestesiéis offers, shows and religions, that we atiborréis of garbage, junk vendáis us, that falseéis history, geography The future ... Fuck no. Let live.

them go chefs, designers fashion, pundits, the official poets, intellectuals, theorists, theologians, the curriculum, the comedians, songwriters ... 's boring stop, stop counting milongas, stop selling the bike. We are not interested. Stop beating around the bush. Do Not Disturb.

with them all, there are plenty of reasons that will be all but no reasons. We have nothing to thank you and we will not will demand accounts, but get out to take the ass.

them go chiefs, jetas, the climb and toady. That will be those who speak loudly, the arrogant, the smart, perfect, the fans, the meek, the henpecked, moralists, prohibiccionistas, the chuloputas ... Throw them all, majorities and minorities, Democrats and dictators, left, the right wing and center, operators and those who are left to exploit, the sexist and feminists, hyppys and skin. ALL. It's okay to hold on, folded and put us silent, silent, and they beat us, rob us and silent, even for survival, albeit quietly THAT WILL BE ALL.

ALL. Those flying flags and megaphones, modern, children potatoes, flamenquitos, they invite those who have never in bars, those who call themselves artists, civil servants, shopkeepers are always wrong in their favor, the henpecked, those of helpful vote ...

ALL. Obama, Zapatero, Rajoy, the minister for equality, health authorities, the wise men and all members of the royal houses, the Simpson family and all Springfild, family, Lorca, Vargas Llosa (father and son), Bono (the U2), Tweety and David the Gnome, that of Being, those of the Cope, the Intereconomia, the CEOE, the UN, UNESCO and NGOs all without exception. ALL. Pope, Pedro Almodovar, Judge Garzón, Joaquin Sabina, Esperanza Aguirre, the mayor, Arzak, León de la Riva, Mourinho, Manu Chao, a certain Bisbal, the Seguret of libraries, the Yankees ....

ALL. And close the door.

Bye.

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"no avail" JPG (2 º parte)

more honest struggle is that of those who have nothing to gain


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your clothes hanging my only flag
your my only gasps of pleasure between your legs
anthem only home my glorious ass
you my only god.
These are my only concessions
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when you've got money or a job or car woman
nothing ever happens
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writing poetry is a coward
how brave is to face life without

; _____

have to start again where
but why?
and why? _____


who grew up in this neighborhood

know where we come from so it's easy to know where we
_____ I prefer fall


to hold on to any lie
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My coworker has a beautiful wife

an SUV

a mortgage life insurance for your whole family iPhone 3G
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friends with contacts
leadership

impertinent laughter and the same compassion that the bottler with whom we work.
but has not yet learned to rise
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they are hand and holds all those are our strengths

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and I awake in the nightmare
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are

The illustrations can Jean-Claude Claeys.

The 1 º part of "no avail" in
http://librosyaguardientes.blogspot.com/2011/04/nada-sirve-para-nada-de-jpg.html

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XIV Festival of Choto Stew Contest.

Sorvilán In the village, in La Contraviesa Granada, the second Saturday of May is celebrated as the Feast of Choto Stew Contest. This year it held its XIV edition with nearly 40 contestants. Participate in the stew of kid is open to anyone who wants, may request to advance to the City of Sorvilán. The council provides for 20 euros each participant in a cook-kid and almond wood and the front of the church cook the kid contestants each in their own way (with garlic, cognac, mint, with seafood , with herbs ....). Taking advantage of the coals are prepared bacon, sausage, ribs, sardines ... to whet your appetite while you cook the kid. A jury will be responsible for tasting the various dishes and reward the best recipes.

Later, contestants, residents and visitors Sorvilán free tasted the various dishes and wines of the region (more than 40 family wineries.) Finally, in the evening, no coffee, cups and Trovan.

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Sorvilán Ambrose Bierce "The Devil's Dictionary"

The "Devil's Dictionary is a dictionary where Ambrose Bierce peculiar as if it were a scholarly encyclopedia, defines (with a thin, sharp sense of humor) a range of meanings that serve to criticize society, institutions, archetypes and everything politically correct.
Examples: ABORIGINAL
. s. Beings of little merit that hinder the floor of a newly discovered country. Soon cease to interfere, then fertilize.
CYNIC. Adj. Canalla UTCs whose impaired vision makes him see things as they are, not as they should be. Thus arose the custom among the Scythians ruled out the eyes to the cynical to improve vision.
DISTANCE. s. One thing that the rich are willing to give to the poor who come to them.
HAPPINESS. s. Pleasant sensation that occurs when you contemplate the misery of others.
Asshole. s. Kind of divine inspiration or holy fire, suffered by critics who decry this dictionary. IMPROPER
. Adj. Near the vulgarity, which is the worst sin conceivable.
OPPORTUNITY. s. Occasion to catch a disappointment.
TIMAR. v. Tr. Tell the sovereign people that if one is elected not steal
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Small pleasures 'of relatively peaceful sleep' autobiographical.

sweating staring at the ceiling. Looking at these four walls again and again looking at them a useless response. Nothing. Along with tranquilizers, alarm clock, with two of them, mostly despair and a mountain of handkerchiefs. Unable to accept that things change, something that life decided to invent on a whim without falling into consequences.

She

, brown with green eyes, a lover of silent film, Amelie, strawberries with cream, the towel boy to the beach and the moon, the cactus and cats. Picture every special moment, not to forget anyone. 'Life is composed of small fragments of great memories' she says. From the 'pretty hot'. Of Vogue and Capuccino in a terrace of a major street in Paris. No alerts you to Paris "'The city of love'? Why Paris 'City of Love'? Venice Why not? Why Venice she loves to go for a canal in Venice in the most beautiful gondolas full of red roses could not say 'Oh Venice, The City of Love'? There are things that are better not knowing.

With wild hair and gum loss for savannahs, sought his pair of slippers under the bed. He looked mobile, reflex action of total despair, zero calls from anyone. 'Better to die than lose a life' 'Better to die than lose a life' ... I do not like getting up and see that the bed was too big ... 'Better to die than lose a life' ... Excessive rose circles, hopes and experiences whores. So really drunk at 3:24 in the morning that his head was spinning when he closed his eyes. Not worthy of merit not undeserved, it is worth the odd triumph, deserves a win soon. But, the reality hanged at the memory.

A morning like this one piti, the moon and its shadow were his only and best friend. Her best fake smile with lipstick. The seconds passed like centimeters and kilometers distanced herself. Quite unconscious of having a nervous breakdown in his honor. She loved and hated. I hated him as much as if it existed.

(do not know the end. There are things that it is better not to know)

Nosé
how long will the black night sky is gray or how many coffees I need to clear my morning.

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Big Bart was the wildest guy in the West. He had the fastest gun in the West, and had fucked wider range of women than any other guy in the West. He was not fond of bathing, or the bull shit, nor discuss, nor to be a second son. He was also guide a caravan of emigrants, and there was another man of his age who had killed more Indians or fucked more women or more men killed whites.

Big Bart was a big guy and he knew it and everybody knew it. Even his farts were exceptional, louder than the dinner bell, and was also very well equipped, a large handle is always stiff and infernal. His duty was to take the carts through the bush unharmed, fornicate with the women, kill a few men, and then back east to the other caravan. He had a black beard, a dirty hole in the nose, and a radiant yellow teeth.

had just shove the young wife of Billy Joe, the hell was taking a hammer to cock while Billy Joe forced to watch. Forced the girl to talk to her husband while doing so. Forced him to say

- Ah, Billy Joe, all this stick, the turkey neck through me from the hell into the throat, I can not breathe, I drown! Save me, Billy Joe! No, Billy Joe, do not save me! Aaah!

After Big Bart run, Billy Joe made him wash the parts and then came together to enjoy a splendid meal of bacon, beans and biscuits.

next day they found a lone wagon crossed the meadow on their own. A skinny boy of about sixteen, with an acne bad thing, took the reins. Big Bart went riding.

- Hey, kid! "He said.

The boy did not answer.

"I'm talking about, kid ...

-Suck my ass, "said the boy.

"I'm Big Bart.

-Suck my ass.

- What's your name, son?

"They call me 'El Niño'.

"Look, Child, there is no way that a man passing through these pastures with one cart.

"I intend to do.

"Well, are your balls, boy," said Big Bart, and prepared to turn his horse, when they opened the curtains of the wagon and the little woman appeared with amazing breasts, a nice big ass and eyes like the sky after rain. He directed his gaze to Big Bart, and the turkey neck was hit hard and lathe saddle.

"For your own sake, child, come with us.

"Fuck you in the ass, man," said the boy. I ignore warnings follamadres old with dirty underwear.

"I killed people just because I disliked her eyes.

El Niño spat on the floor. Then he stood up and scratched his balls.

"Look, old, I get bored. Now out of my sight or I'll become a Swiss cheese cake.

-Child, "the girl leaning over him, sticking out and making a tit hot sun. Child, I think this man is right. We have no chance against these scumbags of Indians if we are alone. Do not be a jerk. Tell this man who will join them.

"We will unite," said Child.

- How's your girl? Big Bart asked.

Honey-Dew, "said Child.

"And let's look at my tits, sir," said Honey-Dew or I'll knock the shit out of hosts.

Things went well for a while. There was a skirmish with Indians Blueball Canyon. 37 Indians killed, one prisoner. No U.S. casualties. Big Bart put a ring through its nose ...

was obvious that Big Bart is put hot with Honey Dew. Could not take his eyes off her. That ass, almost all because of that ass. After looking at his horse fell and one of the Indian cooks laughed. He was one Indian cook.

One day Big Bart sent the boy with a hunting party to kill some buffalo. Big Bart waited until he disappeared from sight and then went to the wagon of the Child. Climbed the saddle, pulled back the curtain and entered. Honey Dew was lying in the center of the wagon masturbating.

Christ, baby, "said Big Bart. Do not waste it!

"Get out of here," said Honey Dew getting the finger pointed at her pussy and Big Bart. Pouring milk out of here and let me do my thing!

- Your man do not care enough, Honey Dew!

"Of course I care, asshole, I have just not enough. All that happens is that after the time I get in heat.

"Listen, baby ...

- May give you the ass!

"Listen, baby, provides ...

Then he took the big hammer. It was purple, descapullado, infernal, and swing from side to side like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. Lubricating drops of semen fell to the ground. Honey Dew

could not take his eyes off such an instrument. After a while

said

- You're not gonna get that damn thing in!

"Say it like you really feel it, Honey Dew.

- YOU WILL NOT get me ANYTHING WITHIN THAT DOOMED!

- But why? Why? Look at her!

- The I looking!

- But why do not you want?

"Because I'm in love with the Child.

- Love? Big Bart said, laughing. Love? That's a tale for fools! Watch this damn stick! Love can kill at any time!

"I love the Child, Big Bart.

"And there's my tongue," said Big Bart. The best language of the West!

took it out and did gymnastics with her.

"I love the kid," said Honey Dew.

"Well, fuck you," said Big Bart and began jumping above it. It was a work of dogs get all that stuff, and when he did, Honey Dew screamed. He had about seven caderazos between the thighs of the girl, when he was dragged roughly backwards.

WAS THE CHILD BACK IN THE GAME HUNTING.

"You brought your buffalo, motherfucker. Now, if you get on your pants and go outside, we will arrange the rest ...

"I'm the fastest gun in the West," said Big Bart.

"I'll make a hole so large that the eye of your ass look like just a skin pore," said Child. Come on, get it over with. I'm hungry and dinner. Buffalo hunting whets your appetite ...

The men sat around the camp fire, watching. There was a tense vibration in the air. The women remained in the wagons, praying, masturbating and drinking gin. Big Bart had 34 notches on his gun, and a hellish fame. El Niño had no notch in his gun, but he had confidence in himself that Big Bart had never seen in his other opponents. Big Bart seemed the most nervous of the two. He took a swig of whiskey, drinking half the bottle, and then walked towards the Child.

"Look, Child ...

- Yes, bastard ...?

"Look, I say, why do you goats?

- I'll fly balls, man!

- But why?

- You were screwing around with my wife, man!

"Listen, child, do you not see? Women play with a guy after another. We're just victims of the same game.

I do not want to hear your shit, Dad. Now walk away and get ready to take out!

-Child ...

- Stay away and ready to fire!

The men in the field of fire rose. A light breeze came from the West smelling horse shit. Someone coughed. Women huddled in carts, drinking gin, praying and masturbating. The twilight fell.

Big Bart and Child were 30 paces apart.

-Draw your shit dry, "said the boy, strafe, old shit, dirty lustful.

Slowly, through the curtains of a cart, a woman appeared with a rifle. It was Honey Dew. He put the rifle on his shoulder and supported him in a barrel.

"Come on, cuckold rapist," said Child. REMOVABLE!

Big Bart's hand dropped to his revolver. A shot rang out cutting the twilight. Honey Dew lowered his smoking gun and again to get into the wagon. The child was dead on the floor, with a hole in the neck. Big Bart holstered his gun and walked without using the cart. The moon was already high. Story

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