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travellingsongs:

kubrick´s lolita by renato aranda (2006)
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she was lo, plain lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. she was lola in slacks. she was dolly at school. she was dolores on the dotted line. but in my arms she was always lolita. light of my life, fire of my loins. my sin, my soul. lo… lee… ta.

travellingsongs:

kubrick´s lolita by renato aranda (2006)

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she was lo, plain lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. she was lola in slacks. she was dolly at school. she was dolores on the dotted line. but in my arms she was always lolita. light of my life, fire of my loins. my sin, my soul. lo… lee… ta.

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Y hace tiempo que pienso en volverte a olvidar,
en dejar que te pierdas que te caigas al mar
en el monstruo que pronto ocupará mi lugar.
No te quiero, ya no te querré nunca jamás.

Chicos malos, La Casa Azul

Muse y The Lost Boys

Q: You have a song on the new Twilight film. Are you a fan?

A: Well, I liked The Lost Boys in the ’80s. I remember that one had a pretty good soundtrack as well. This sort of film struck me as this generations version of The Lost Boys.

(La entrevista completa a Matt Belamy, en The Ampersand)

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Nuevo orden

Afuera se escucha un hombre en un altavoz. No entiendo que dice, sólo distingo una repetición tras otra de las mismas palabras. Dormí tanto que sospecho que se trate de un nuevo gobierno fascista que tomó el control por la madrugada. La voz, monótona y fría, debe estar hablando de un nuevo orden nacional, de nuestras nuevas obligaciones con la patria. Probablemente nos harán trabajar según nuestras habilidades físicas y nos separarán de todos de lo que conocemos, de nuestras familias, de nuestras casas. viviremos en barracas, vestiremos igual, overoles grises. Mi paranoia es terrible. Temo prender la televisión y ver sólo el rostro del nuevo líder en cada canal, dando su mensaje de opresión. Orwell confundió el año. En realidad es 2009. Por otra parte, podría ser sólo un carrito de helados.

They will not force us… they will stop degrading us… they will not control us… we will be victorious, so come on!

"Point is, what’s so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There’s a certain orchid look exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they’re designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live - how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can’t let anything get in your way."

John Laroche

Soy un sut! Pero también soy un hand-model. Como David Duchovny en Zoolander.

Soy un sut! Pero también soy un hand-model. Como David Duchovny en Zoolander.

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let’s not get all crazy

Let’s just go to bed, she says. But let’s not get all crazy. I hug her for the next seven hours on a very small bed, each of us facing the same wall. I kiss her neck for maybe 15 minutes, and she falls asleep half way through. Clothing is never removed. Nobody gets crazy. Tomorrow, I will take a shower and leave befote her digital clock reads 9:05 A.M. We will Exchange cordial good-byes. Later that day, Leonore Hill send me the nicest e-mail Ive ever recieved from anyone, and reading it will make me want to hide in a cave for 10,000 years. It will make me feel like I am reading Leonores obituray in the newspaper. I will send her an e-mail in return, and will pray that she finds endless happiness in life, and I will always secretly hope that she never likes another man as much as she likes me, even if she ultimetly loves that man more. And we will never see each other again.
—Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live

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Extremely Bad Advice

Extremely Bad Advice

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Ceci n’est pas une pipe. C’est mon wallpaper!

Ceci n’est pas une pipe. C’est mon wallpaper!