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    May 30

    Survey+Data

    Which one of your friends is?:
    Sexually active: Vale, Amy
    A drug user: None, they are too smart for that.
    A smoker: Amy, Vale (a little bit), Quilo, Bymbo, Baldo, Xtian (a little), Chuvy (a little), Castalia
    Practically an alcoholic:  none has gone so low, even when some of them drink once in a while.
    Wild: Vale, Nati, Amy, Katherine, Batman
    Fashion obsessed: NONE!!!
    Loveable: Vale, Amy, Naty, Katherine
    Caring/compassionate: Vale, Amy, Paz
    Helpful: Vale, Amy, Paz
    Sponetaneous: Naty, Vale, Amy, Sandy, Katherine, BYMBO, Batman
    Shy: Paz, Quilo, Katherine (believe it or not)
    Loud: Bymbo, Vale,, Batman, Naty!!!
    Unsociable: ... none... wait... Cell... Owen...
    Fun: All of them
    Miserable: All of them XD
    Bad tempered: Hmmm... not really bad tempered
    Annoying: #8 (Xtian) XD
    Fun: Naty, Vale, Amy, Sandy, Katherine, Bymbo, Batman, Paz, Baldo, Casti, Sandi, Linux, QUILO, Cell, Mr. Peanuts, Chuvy
    Smiley all the time: none
    Pretty: Vale, Amy, Paz, Kath
    Kissable: ... I won't answer to that
    Hilarious: Vale, Amy, Nati, Batman, Quilo, Kath, Bymbo
    Athletic: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... ok, Amy does Yoga... and now Casti makes spinning.... ok, may be Chuvy
    Lazy: Bymbo
    Troublesome: Baldo, Bymbo  
    Dishonest: if i knew they were, they wouldn't be my friends... why do you think I appart people from me?
    Honest: I home all of them
    Sensitive: Vale, Amy, Paz, Bymbo, Kath
    A bad friend: ... i don't need names
    Selfless: same as before
    Depressed: Bymbo, to a lesser extent, Paz (not depressed, just overwhelmed)
    Blonde: ... well, Amy dyed recently
    Brunette: most of them (normal color in here)
    Black haired: Vale, Naty, Paz
    Red haired: *cries* Mónica
    Scared: of what?
    Not confident: Crahan
    Arrogant: none, I hate that kind of people
    Ignorant: Aren't we all?
    Stupid: Baldo, Linux XD
    A dumb blonde: none!
    Overly groomed: wtf?
     
    And now that you've read this crap... have you noticed that I have nicks for everybody?... seriously, I want to make this list of my friends, and their respective nicks, to see if (besides Sandy), there is somebody missing a nick:
     
    Vale: Kamui, Christine
    Diego: Linux, niño del culo
    Amy: Spike!.. sex goddess Spikah, Joey's wife, Sex Gothess Spike XD
    Paz:.... ¿Paz?
    Juan Pablo: Mr. Peanuts, Cocorí, niño del culo
    David: Cell
    José Pablo: Bymbo, Crahan, Bymbotamine, #6, Clownfucker, Zorak
    Vladimir: Baldo, #4, Black Kiss, the hero of the people
    Katherine: Machika, Sadistic
    Castalia. Charlie XD
    Natalia: Florencia
    José Pablo: Chuvy, niño del culo
    Cristian: Briko, Corey, #8
    Ricardo: Quilo, Mr. I don't get whipped but would love to
    Jonathan: Owen
    Juliana: Juls
    Luis Leo: Batman, Licha, niño del culo
    Rony: Calaca, Calaquita, Calaquita erótica, Calaquita Feroz, Calaquita sexy
    Luis Alejandro (?): Gabber, hijo del culo
    Charles: Charlie, Bill, Lumpy
    Alejandro: Jano, Mr. T
    Óscar: Niño del culo
    May 26

    (Psycho)logical

    If I was religious, you would be my seven deadly sins;
    If I was a moth, you would rip off my grey wings;
    If I was alive, you would love me katatonic;
    If I was katatonic, you would love me dead;
    If I was dead, you would love me buried;
    If I was buried, you would love me in tears.
    If I had a heart, you would abuse it;
    If I had a soul, you would exorcize it;
    If a spell could save me, you would never cast it;
    If I could ever escape, you would leash me here;
    If I wanted to forget, you would feed my memories;
    If I was a rose, you would take away my petals;
    If I was an orchid, you would step on me;
    If I was the moon, you would steal night from me;
    If I felt perfect, you would try to change me;
    If I was proud, you would flaw me;
    If I was hurt, you would stab me once;
    If I was wounded, you would stab me twice;
    If I was dead, you would send me to Hell;
    If I had a life, you would steal it;
    If I was nothing, you would shoot me;
    If I had nothing, you would give me a handful of coal;
    If I had everything, you would take it away;
    If I was to be raped, you would enjoy it;
    If I was to pray, you would be a deaf God;
    If I ever existed, you would deny it.
     
    Written by Vlad Israfel
    May 19

    Neurotically Yours: Episode # 082 : Drugs In Your Head

    See…

    Now this is going to be a touchy subject for all you potheads. All you fucking bastards are lobbying to legalize medicinal marijuana.  I’ll tell you right now, these people do not give two shits about the medicinal benefits of medical marijuana.  They just want to get high and not get bothered by the cops.  That’s all it is.  Don’t… let ‘em…  fool you. All right? 

     

    And I’m sick and tired of “well blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, marijuana” and “do you know…  they can make… jeans… out of hemp. Very durable clothing… can be made out of hemp.”  Yeah, and it feels like fucking burlap you dumbass.  Who the hell wants to walk around in something that feels like a potato sack?  Maybe you do, I don’t. 

     

    And when they usually interview the head guy at these organizations it’s usually some fucking hacky-sack playing dumbass with fucking beady little red eyes lying through their fucking teeth and giggling like an idiot. 

     

    Don’t give me the “it’s a legitimate form of medicine.” Yeah, great, just what our healthcare system needs.  A bunch of broke, potheads running into every fucking hospital they see trying to get free medicinal marijuana, paid for by taxpayers so they can get high Because they came up with some fucking stupid dumbass fake disease. “My eye hurts.  Give me some pot, doc.”    Yeah OK.  You know what you do? You light up a joint and put it out in their eye.  That’s my prescribed use for medicinal marijuana. 

     

    I’m sick and tired of people saying, “Well it relieves stress.” You people are the worst.  One, you're weak willed.  Two, you’re fucking pathetic.  “Oh I had a stressful day so I gotta have some pot.”  Give me a fucking break. OK, you people just can’t deal with reality and that’s your fucking problem. I don’t give two shits about, “Oh I had a stressful day”, Big fucking deal. The rest of the world had a stressful day, all right. It’s called life.  Deal with it.  And then they try to throw that shit right back at ya. “Well I’m sure you have some addictions, might be caffeine.” Ah yeah…  all of a sudden I had a cup of coffee and I’m a fucking addict. Oh, Oh yeah cream cheese too.  Look out.  “Getting’ high on the cream cheese.” You fucking daft bastards.

     

    And since we’re on the topic of drugs, let’s move on up… To the crack heads.  And all these other motherfuckers who have to deal with some kind of foreign substance just to get through the day. You know, this is the problem with society.  Everybody’s gotta have to have a fucking quick fix.  Why don’t you people just say, “you know what, this is life, life is not enjoyable.  Fine I had a stressful day.  You know what, I’m going to go home and sleep.”   No.  I  gotta whip out the crack and have six lines. Nice. You people are pathetic and I hope you get shot in the head in a drug bust gone wrong. You want to talk about a stressful day, try having a bullet removed from your head.  That is stressful. 

     

    And don’t think I’m picking on the “illegal drug users.”  What about all you fucking parents out there that are on, you know, fifteen thousand medications, For depression… for Post- whatever. Oh, “I’m not happy, maybe I’m manic depressive” Lighten up.  Give me a fucking break, no one deals with their own emotions anymore.  And that’s the best.  These parents who lecture their children about doing pot, yet they’re swallowing a bunch of anti-depressants and chasing it with alcohol. Nice. Stop being hypocritical, you dumb bastards.  You want to lecture your kids you have to be in the right position to do it. You don’t say “One moment Molly, I’ve got to go get my anti-depressants and I’ll be right back to talk to you about your drug problems” Yeah… Doesn’t anybody see the irony in that? You fucking idiots.

     

    And it’s like the majority of America is on some kind of prescribed whatever.  Like I went to the doctor and he said, “You know what you should take? You should take this and this and this.  And that will take care of your runny nose of yours.” Well why don’t I just wait for my natural immune system to take over the virus and kill it.  “Oh, Well I guess you could do that, but here is the prescription just in case.” Yeah Bullshit.  Do you realize how many side effects there are?  I swear to god, one said, side effects may include hallucinations.  I’d rather have the runny nose. Fine I may have some snot on my upper lip, but at least I’m not seeing Elvis in my refrigerator. Damn it.

     

    And especially you fuckers that are already on this shit. Don’t try pushing it off on people who doesn’t want it.  Like your kid.  “Maybe Bobby’s got some attention deficit disorder.”  You know what.  Maybe the disorder lies with the parent and not the child.  OK.  Take a good look in the mirror and figure it out. If you don’t know, and need help:  Watch this again.

     

    Stop with the Drugs. Drugs in your head.

    Cradle of Filth & Liv Kristin- Nymphetamine

    Laid to the river
    Midsummer, I waved
    A "V" of black swans
    On with hope to the grave
    And though Red September
    With skies fire-paved
    I begged you appear
    Like a thorn for the holy ones


    Cold was my soul
    Untold was the pain
    I faced when you left me
    A rose in the rain....
    So I swore to the razor
    That never, enchained
    Would your dark nails of faith
    Be pushed through my veins again

    Bared on your tomb
    I'm a prayer for your loneliness
    And would you ever soon
    Come above onto me?
    For once upon a time
    On the binds of your loneliness
    I could always find the slot for your sacred key


    Six feet deep is the incision
    In my heart, that barless prison
    Discoulours all with tunnel vision

    Sunsetter...
    Nymphetamine

    Sick and weak from my condition
    This lust, this vampyric addiction
    To Her alone in full submission

    None better...
    Nymphetamine

    Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
    Nymphetamine girl.

    Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
    My Nymphetamine girl.

    Wicked with your charm
    I'm circled like prey
    Back in the forest
    Were whispers persuade
    More sugar trails
    More white lady laid
    Than pillars of salt...
    (keeping Sodom at at bay)

    Fold to my arms
    Hold their message away
    And dance out to the moon
    As we did in those golden days


    Christening stars
    I remember the way
    We were needle and spoon
    Mislaid in the burning hay

    Bared on your tomb
    I'm a prayer for your loneliness
    And would you ever soon
    Come above onto me?
    For once upon a time
    On the binds of your loneliness
    I could always find the slot for your sacred key


    Six feet deep is the incision
    In my heart, that barless prison
    Discoulours all with tunnel vision

    Sunsetter...
    Nymphetamine

    Sick and weak from my condition
    This lust, this vampyric addiction
    To Her alone in full submission

    None better...
    Nymphetamine

    Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
    Nymphetamine girl.

    Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
    My Nymphetamine girl.