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(This was for my diary, was that I was too lazy to write by hand) turns out to work I was told it had something to beware of a guy who comes sometimes to leave because material "kokoro okashii" . Let's see, "atama okashii" 頭 可笑しい (lit. head rare) means that someone is something crazy / a, "kokoro", in turn, means heart / soul. One might assume that "have rare soul "is to have emotional problems, but I think I would not see the difference between a psychological issue and a sentimental (" a little is not the same pod?). I was about to ask Carlos Guzman (my Friend of blogs, is in the sidebar) what they wanted me until today that the boy came I could more or less understand.

is a handsome young man (shit, now do not say I'm gay!) and the pint of now (it always comes with a different hairstyle) looks like a Slash to the Japanese. bueh, the fact is that already when we finished the day almost hit us. We wanted to help everyone and "talks, blah ba ". When I asked "what he would do after work 'ayyy, aguasss! after I said I would pa'mi house and got in "Japanese standard 0.5" when I spoke of Pachinko working nearby. In that last hour for me to the toilet, which I usually do with a Mamer (too lazy) I sometimes generates some "apúrele man!" Well, our friend Slash was helping me with enthusiasm .. . nah, that was not normal. Just finished the sweep (which happens very quickly with his help) and help unload material, I rushed out into pure on my bike, but not before say "arigato ne" (thanks, eh?). Who knows what will happened since.

never seen him like that. I like the guy is cool. so impressed me that "aura" that gave off, even though neither was doing anything wrong, it was just "weird." It was as if he needed to be part of something, be accepted, do not know. It makes me think too much about the loneliness that afflicts this country where people seem to cost you much closer together. The struggle to survive in an expensive country, with a work atmosphere that forces subordinate enough and sometimes futile effort to fit into a world something "idiotic" where people turn around with his face buried in a cell. I live the loneliness, I know what it is like day without talking to no one, and I can say that although it is a state that I embrace because I feel somewhat comfortable with it, I know that is a heavy load for the mental and emotional stability of a person, so when I see someone with the "rare soul", people watching in amazement, and so on., it moves me a lot ... bueh not to do something about it, of course.

I'm not saying that "Slash" is a solo, I do not know, nor do I know the name. But when there's something weird, a okashii , which becomes evident in you, immediately you get away from the imaginary "normal society" where the more you look like the world that goes on TV more beams seem to be part of it. It only remains to say "at the end, all the freaks were right" . Bueh was not that, but it sounded nice. Chay, guarachay, chalanday ....

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The Supercucaracha


The Goubree's was a cliché of seedy bar in a dull film detectives, policemen, drug addicts, alcoholics, criminals, prostitutes. and so on. There were regular customers, among the most pathetic and disgusting was Doug. Doug was a lost boy who was always a porno magazine under his arm and a lot of seeds and rare sorts of herbs in your pockets, always with his sunny cap, unshaven face ... jean overalls wearing the wrong position and a T-shirt worn. His bar favorite place was the bathroom. The Goubree's also was the birthplace of a great generation of cockroaches and the place was warm almost all the time.

- You should not go out alone at this time. You know it's a dangerous neighborhood. At least tell Roy that accompanies you.
- Mama, I'm older I take care of myself! In addition, long ago I broke up with this idiot.
- At least try to return with your legs. You're fertile, it would be nice to come back pregnant. You know, Roy is a great provider, and is "great." In short, it's your life.

Yes, the typical mother-daughter disputes were also grown in the world of cockroaches. The life of a cockroach should not last long, so why not explore a bit. Not everything should be eaten or reproduction must be something else! That's how ... "Cruch" in a sudden syndrome of "Thelma & Louise" ... only without Telma ... or without Louise ... went out into the world.

Cruch did not get very far. A few minutes "human" (humm. .. cucaracho how long one minute?) The appalling figure of a half Cruch tread and bathed in a sort of transparent white limo appeared after a small crack under the bathroom sink of Goubree's. Roy was with Cruch mom because she was worried because they were already too many minutes human absence. Roy y. .. ehm ... Crúchula, looked terrified the terrible state it was in poor Cruch.

- Sorry, dear, but you have to go die somewhere else, who knows how long the ants and other bugs will be eating your corpse - Je, which many human mothers dare not say when their young daughters mess up "
- Bitch! - Cruch said, waving its antennae with disdain (well, actually said nothing. HELLO? COCKROACHES DO NOT SPEAK!)

The Roy was a good guy, or better yet, it was a cockroach. Was with during his last minutes Cruch human life, which took place in a seedy Instead of the small kitchen of the bar where they prepare some snacks to accompany the liquor. Roy wanted to settle in a place closer to the tables, where they say that usually are good remnants of vomit, but the closeness to the bathroom he brought bad memories to Cruch. In any case, Cruch was about to give birth and had no time to get the details.

Crúchula did not know that Roy had been "preparing the eggs" to Cruch humans for many minutes. Well, it was too late to tell. Cruch body had doubled the size of a normal cockroach during her pregnancy. Gradually the body structures were breaking Cruch while envisioned an aberrant creature decorated with the remains of their little brothers. In the end, was only recognizable Cruch a piece of your mind ... because there were the antennas attached. The offspring of Cruch was a true abomination, with their disgusting humanoid features. To walk with its antennae the shadowy figure who cut the body of his beloved, Roy could not help but drop a "OMG!" (Well, not really ...) In that moment everything became clear: that little foot under his belly that human foul was rubbing on the potty was actually an organ of procreation, and thus, their Cruch had been fertilized. .. "By accident? Was this possible? Whatever it was, Roy was determined to care for the hybrid as their own child. The poor Roach

fucked her life all other cockroaches by their appearance and size. He said with bitter contempt "HUMAN!" In a fit of rage killed several of these cockroaches, becoming entitled to a lynching. Young Roach killed all lynch. Now nobody bothered him. With human minutes, the new generation of cockroaches cockroaches and other newcomers were accustomed to him and not only that, but it also took care. So, Roach began to do good works: he brought them food scraps, helped them escape from being walked, was put on line of fire before the insecticide (which was immune). Of course, I could not find a female who wants to be impregnated by him and felt very lonely, often see him out there rubbing their antennae. Then came the inevitable.

- My son, humans have spent many minutes together and have made me happy -
- Thank you, Pa. .. Buahhh! - Roach could not contain ... equivalent expression of sadness to tears -
- My time has come, Roachie ... - Their antennae tenderly caress the humanoid face Roach - ... but first I must tell you the truth about your existence: humans for many minutes, your mother ... blablabla ... - And the story ends PUM! dies.
- I know my biological father!

All cockroaches that lived in the Goubree's history Roache knew: it was an open secret. So feared that come that time. Many cockroaches convened elsewhere to stop it, but it was too late. A deformed cockroach impressive 20 centimeters harassed to such Doug already had put enough seeds to start their psychedelic ritual masturbatory. The bathroom was small, but for the poor Doug was huge and still could not escape that giant bug that seemed to say "Father, father, wait, I am your son!" (Well, actually if he was trying to say something theoretically it could talk, but then, all I did was make a little noise there weirdo). Suddenly, the crack began to sink out a bunch of cockroaches was impressive as a true delirium tremens!

bar's customers meant that someone was beating the poor boy in the bathroom, maybe he had gotten in trouble with some drug dealer or something. Nobody was going to get. Doug was dead of panic rather than an orgy with the girls in their journals, was being besieged by the monstrous insect queen and her army of mutant cockroaches ... or maybe he saw the thing as it was. Until the bathroom door burst open and a mass andante cockroach was beating against the walls and knocked down everything in its path. Everyone screamed in disgust and horror. Some began beating the poor boy with chairs. Doug was too overwhelmed feeling the big cockroach crawling up her body, wanting to reach out to the face. No matter how much or how hard I hit rolled, she could not get this bug off freak. When Roach was able to finally stroking his legs the face of his biological father, Doug walked through the door, terrified. For a bar cliché, a cliché scene: just passed a car and hit him. No human knew of the existence of the supercucaracha, but since then, when a local sign of trouble hygiene, it is said that "should have more cockroaches than Goubree's."

Pd. I think in their Google Reader came out this post three times. Sorry, was that I had to repost because every time I read was drafting errors / spelling.

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Eight hours with an uncomfortable outfit in the middle of a cramped office cubicles, hateful people everywhere, just to go back to sleep at night and return the next day the same thing day after day ... Nahhas, Planchellet knew his future was going to be very different because later o temprano alguien iba a encontrar su talento escondido. ¿Su melodiosa voz, sus facciones y su natural habilidad para la actuación? O no, tal vez era su altísimo cociente intelectual que eventualmente afloraría para decirle al mundo lo genial que era, ¡y no sólo por su elegante apellido!

Ahora tenía 35 años. Su momento de gloria se estaba demorando. Su falta de preparación para hacer "algo" lo había relegado a agotadores trabajos pagados al destajo. Estaba mamado. Sin parientes ni amigos a los que acudir, se había pasado los últimos meses viviendo de los bonos de seguridad social que reparte el gobierno hasta que ya no le quisieron dar más por vago y para completar, el casero lo había echado (For obvious reasons). In the street ... ON THE STREET! What the hell was going to do now? Did you ask his last foreman to let him return to work? No, no and NO! Something should happen. Free hit his prophecy had to be fulfilled, and you better be in the next five hours because he was starving. As I watched from afar, a family eating a hamburger in a "McDaniels" his stomach was gurgling and imagined himself rummaging through garbage cans. In these, a limousine stopped in front of him and a well dressed man greeting him. "- Dear friend: the moment you have waited for has finally arrived -"

Food. The only thing I thought was Planchellet food. Mr. Dovanski knew very well, indeed, the case was entirely of nothing more than food, for one, the hungry subject does not matter if that rich man was a gangster, a pimp, a head of a sinister cult and lucrative ... bueh, mobsters, in general. The important thing was that pedazote devour this delicious meat with French fries and diarrhea but luxurious chocolate milkshake extralarge . Then yes, business.

What they wanted from him was to serve as guinea pigs for a new system that would revolutionize the market nutritional diet. Would be given accommodation facilities research and of course: all the food they wanted (according to the feeding program). The process could take years but only a modest pension guarantee completion of the studies. To ensure food not to eat "outside", all outputs would be strictly controlled, otherwise, they would all you need for healthy entertainment (pornography included but no sex, at least one other person). "- Where do I sign?" - ".

spent about seven months and butt. Planchellet was a good worker, it went like a pig in the pigsty, watching TV, reading comics, playing videogames, and so forth. It was a life of all settled, as she underwent daily moderate exercise session. Well, certainly, the man was considerably gone from kilos. However, it was a fat he was ... healthy, in fact, he was subjected too detailed examinations regularly. It was not very pleasant having to provide samples of their stuff every fortnight, but otherwise, I was having fun. As for social life, the general staff was friendly, had therapists in case of depression or anxiety. What it seemed strange was that time that she happened to another robust specimen. Within minutes of starting a conversation with him, the staff isolated deliberately. Never again see a "colleague."

How can a person gain in a year? Hmmm ... because the necessary support, less than one year is more than enough to reach the state of "limited mobility." Planchellet was worried. What kind of nutritional program may be one that makes you grossly overweight? Is that why he had been brought to fatten a chicken and poultry? Demanded speak with Mr. Dovanski.

- Planchellet Lord, a taste in my office to have it again. I see some parts -
- ESE ... / Throat clearing / ... that is why I wanted to talk -
- I see. Those extra pounds more must be overwhelming a bit, right? -
- face ("Is not it obvious? Foolish man) -
- But no reason to panic, my friend, in fact, everything is going perfectly us. In our laboratories we have been discussing the process of weight gain . We've been ... "fatter" ... under control, using our special supplements, so that, and here comes the interesting part, where MMT (Maximum Voltage moment) the body's metabolism, aided by our biotechnology, of course is, start to reverse the process on their own.
- ... What? -
- Hehe, in other words, my dear Planchellet, According to our calculations, your body starts to lose weight himself down to the way we had the pleasure of meeting. There he began his life of pensionary relaxed. What?
- Is that possible? Are you really going to work on me? -
- Ja, sir, you are the last to take the test before us to get it to market.
- WOW -
- Well, now we're happy ... nah, I do not think that you are interested ...
- What is it? -
- is one of those silly pastimes of our scientists, have as much free time ... well, actually, is a virtual sex console, say it is very real, but personally, there is as meat human.
- Mr Dovanski, would be delighted to probarl ... to collaborate ... science ...
- So be it, buddy, come on.

Packaged in a "suit sensitive" and with his head stuck in something like a dream-making machine, Planchellet saw a voluptuous nude woman close to him ... to immediately feel a brief but violent pain and intense at a time. It was a strange but not terribly durable. By the way, say that when someone cut her head, spend a moment in which still continues to feel normal, close to the body. They could cut you into many pieces at one stroke and gradually realizing it.


- Oh my God , Paul, this meat is exquisite. There was something never tried before.
- I told you, Margo, have their own provider for its chain of restaurants. He saved two years to give this banquet, so hopefully do not forget.
- Of course not, honey .