Friday, January 22, 2010

Sample Hospital Complaint Letter

Argentina I

Last week I was infected a little more sense to see a summary of the Argentine shit that occupied more than 15 minutes of air in the likes of Ricardo Fort, the new Argentine douchebag, Silvia Süller accompanied by her tits and her brother, Moria Casan also accompanied by her tits and gross exuberance, Mi (e) tirtha Legrand with his right hand label, protocol and ceremonial, etc.

soon I began to feel a sharp pain to see how the media Argentos sick people, to his beloved people Peronist and prepare for a dose of PRO to be inoculated by ass next year. Yellow campaigns through, evoking the ointment used in small children before any paspaduras asses pañalísiticas. Planned management from exhibitionism as if they were walking past a magazine kiosk wallpaper of ass and tits, more ass than anything else.
Like everything, some complain, some people take the little magazine to the bathroom and hide it under her pillow.

I once read somewhere about the native affinity ass. And I was thinking. Basically it was in Europe and North America of pornography consumers are more inclined towards the gums, and Latin America, focusing on our beautiful country, there is a marked trend towards the ass.
In a biological anthropology class, speaking of the choice of couples for reproductive purposes, tick me thinking about why that the male chooses the female: of the tires, everything ends where the bigger, more and better quality will be the milk to feed their children (biological bias "?).
Regarding the ass elaborated scenario (which probably many will come up before me). The first is that the vehicle being ass straight to the vagina, evoking his tendency by inviting the male buttocks to power in the archaic position in four. " An attraction prehistoric animal, humanity pristine. Nothing can beat that.
The second is the ass as a projection of the breadth of the hips, this sizable hip gives the tranquility of the unborn child may grow and develop properly in utero. Go back to the idea of \u200b\u200blarger, better functionality. Both hypotheses of the biological order as functionalist.
confirmed my hypothesis by a curious fact: it seems that women of considerable physique 1.70my are more likely to have multiple births. Not so the women of 1.60 or less, like me. Anyway I do not care more than two children.

But back to the native affinity for the ass, I had the misfortune of being born in a country that, like so much fun for me to say, have ass cancer from the time of its territory (whose location is aimed at the ass of the world) knew rich in resources.
They gave up the ass to indigenous peoples, the administration established a monarchy run by people who later have to repeat "I will give / I'll take the ass" and that they have complied, according to historical records.
Since the formation of the nation state have been victims of efforts have been devoted to shit all kinds of domestic productive effort. Above all it has been in operation at the national excretory system.

All it produces is blown. But in turn is necessary incorporate and then excrete, and what is incorporated is the ideal material to accelerate the process: the national Activia.
That 's what you see every day in the bowels of the city, people talking about this presidency as if it were the worst of all pre-existing heeding the growing disregard for the right filter in popular discourse with his dangerous lack of registration. In a country that was able to bring setpoint propositions such as "never again" or "neither forget nor forgive" just a few years ago.
has long lived under a state structure desartiuculado and farandulizado.
The State does not operate from a place of general regulator, guarantor safety and rights of its citizens. The State is represented by the mask of the actor of the season, CFK is now or might as well be Macri within a year (and we are delighted to see how the national media). State
figure appears as an instrument of access to certain licensing policies or practices and, once achieved, is discarded. You make the appropriate rhetorical operation ....

The Argentine eats shit, shit and rejoices in his own shit in his anal-sadistic relationship.
The only thing it produces is crap, is his primary creation, better take care of her because that's all that has or he can do.

The savoir faire is not available for Argentina. So sorry, so sad ...

Friday, January 15, 2010

How To Write A Commercial Lease

The Hang. None of

There is nothing to hate more than "hang attitude" by the vast majority of people around me and I presume, finds its origin in the "liquidity" social, as Zygmunt Bauman would beyond any personal tara people around me. Each one will do its best. I'm not going to "educate" over anyone, nor to suggest that Psychoanalysis. Because note that I have a lot of convenience to all, without exception, should psychoanalyze . Safa anyone anything. And no one knows how to listen.
How it breaks my balls prejudice (fed by ignorance) to the piscoanálisis! (In a defense of what I represented to be the daughter of a mother and over Freudian psychoanalyst Lacan. Another metadisidente).

to hang back, today I decided to be me who is hung. I know how it feels. I feel that I can shit in the other, hanging out. Call it "social experiment" Yankee asshole well as typical documentary.

Let's see what happens ...


Edit: absolutely not going to happen nothing. People do not register the other is already lost respect for the time and scroll almost completely alien.
is little people can engage with one another.
This was the trigger for my anger.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Oasis Island Drink Mix

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few days have passed since the change of the calendar year.
fall yet we are living in 2010. Where are the flying cars? - Asked JL. I wonder the same thing.

I made no balance to see what I expect from this year.
never did any balance, if I let time pass and that whatever it is. I had trouble learning to live disorganized, but I think the balance that I keep hearing people ask have an organizing function and awareness. "This year I get", "This year I'm moving." How far I am of it!

Today more than ever I am aware that I have no control over time. Again this is an issue that's been going around my head. time. Perhaps the increased anxiety played a few chips to undervalue my time-consciousness.

Do not fall that I have 26 (and turned for more than a month).
I do not understand how the estimated time range of my receipt (I still have more than half, insurance).
get a job and change my schedule and section as if I was a pawn.
wedding that I'm over 8 months but like years. And I've been with people for years tend to never.
I wonder how long I will continue living in this house with poor acoustics, sleeping in a room where it is filtered daylight at 5am and where you can hear the conversations of all damned neighbors ... and I will miss this house, although more than 6 years living here and not finished appropriating space.

began in 2010 and follow the inconstancies.
My life is always the same and the passage of time has no effect on it.
Today I am living in a timeless nebula. Just do what I do mechanically, I wonder if I'm not on time or arrive late. Just get up early, arrived early to work. I meet with no conscience. I am scheduled and I did not realize ...

But I have one wish: I have to reconnect with certain issues to be more effective.
I have to repaint. One hand can not become so dull, the writing can not replace everything. They are two different things, each is unique and irreplaceable. Now I write, but I must redraw. As a few years ago. I can not afford my hand atrophy.
Make a illustration course impede the reunion, with all these guidelines and techniques'll only get frustrated and free technical condition itself. Nobody ever taught me how to draw and when they did, I lost my style. I stopped enjoying it.
was very small had "pasta" as a draftsman. And I drew and painted a lot for a long time.
The time and place were left with my work, today, to me there is nothing left.

always the same: time is everything. And left me nothing.

The nameless *

*'s still untitled, so it's The unmentionable. Samantha Fink, acrylic on canvas, 2008 / 9 (not remember).

** Note to self: today I found self-analysis, or at least became aware of this since I've been doing for some time and with years of above piscoanálisis. Thanks, Clelia.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Gallbladder Skin Rash

The year-end post that came later.

Oops! No post to close the year is gone.

And yet I have no insight to make those conventional balances end of year ... On 30 reflect a moment about the impending new year asking me to set times that are not mine. Now I remember, not the first time I feel alive synchronized to the time of others. I have not my time, I have the option to control the times that I impose. Despite being a point person in everyday driving time.
I will not delve into this, because it is material to my psychoanalyst laburo, there is a very colorful background behind this issue.

So all I have to say is that 2009 ended much better than it began. Sam 1 - 0
life I have a new agenda also really cute. The agendas I mark the passage of time and what happens in the process, if not forgotten.

Happy 2010 to everyone! Oh, and I hit my analyst's response to the mail I sent to my loved ones by year's end. I think it's a good way to start again.

does not look good, but the rough is the answer: "The Lacanian greetings I received, I received an anthropologist!"

With this me enough to stay alone for a while.