28 de enero de 2002

I had the flu and got to drink a bottle of Ponche. By the skin of a teeth I escaped. There was that guy threateing eyes so you came here and you are a stranger. Behave yourself dont touch the buttocks of the ladies. The ladies nowdays go to the pub with mandragora complex. Queens of the behive drones their victims men have become idlers and loafers in the sinister sight of the draconide. The drip stone of the porch bay windows music of the soul I confess that in the beginning was my end. The question is which side are you in? The question is not the Press but success. Look you for stories that are more constructive in character. Why dont you write more abad what it is right in América? The handling of news publish and be damned the untouchable essence of american democracy conservative for them deletereous and destructive to other that is the secret formula.

30 de noviembre de 2002