Este blog fue hecho en una etapa incomoda de mi adolescencia. No pienso volver a actualizarlo.
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Chocobesos para todos.

So you think you had a hard childhood?

Well FUCK YOU, it’s got nothing on mine. My mom practically kicked my ass out of the house before I even hit 13, and I never even met my dad. My only friend till I was 10 was the faggot prick next store who was always beating the shit out of me and telling me I wasn’t worth shit. Its not even like I had a choice, the town fucking had something like 9 people living in it, I shit yo unot. My entire adolescence was moving around from place to place trying to get along with people who didn’t even want me.

You think that’s the worst? My only friend was an Asian guy in his thirties or something, who only kept me around because he thought I could help him get laid. The only perk was that I also got to hang around with this cute ginger chick, she was flat as a pancake sure, but damn she was a total nymph. She must have been a sadist or something cause she always took pleasure in hitting me and telling me how she loved to get wet.

But dear god the bane of my existence was this adult couple that I could NOT seem to avoid. You know these types of couples that are absolutely sickening, like they wear matching outfits and finish each other’s sentences? Yeah they were fucking creepers, and they had a cat, which was at least twice as annoying as they were, I swear this thing would never shut the fuck up.

Like I said, I ended up moving from town to town getting into fights with other kids my age, even adults from time to time.
The only thing that kept me going was my dream to become a pokemon master.

Por eso no festejo mi cumpleaños

La foto mas mamona que he visto en mucho tiempo

Estos si son jamoncitos y no mamadas.

Confieso que...

... cuando supe que mi madre había regalado mis figuras de accion (dragon ball, max steel, liga de la justicia, etc.) morí un poco por dentro :(

y aun le guardo rencor por eso!

una verdad universal

La santisima muerte tiene 2 millones de seguidores en México aunque la Iglesia catolica no la acepta...


pues a huevo! a esos pendejos nadie les hace caso!

Poema de Eliot Rosewater a Sylvia ♥

Ya sabes que en sueños soy un pintor.
O tal vez no lo sepas.
Y un escultor. ¡Cuánto tiempo sin verte!
Y es duro para mí el juego
de los materiales en estas manos mías.
Te sorprenderían algunas de las cosas
que quisiera hacerte.
Por ejemplo, si estuviera a tu lado
mientras lees estos versos,
y estuvieras acostada, te pediría
que descubrieras tu vientre
para que yo, con la uña de mi pulgar izquierdo,
pudiera trazar una línea
de doce centímetros de longitud
sobre el vello de tu pubis.
Y después esgrimiría el dedo índice
de mi mano derecha,
y lo insinuaría solamente sobre el borde derecho
de tu famoso ombligo,
y lo dejaría allí, inmóvil, quizá por media hora.
¿Extraño?
Seguro.