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6.21.2012

can i just ask you a question, miss?



In my never-ending devotion to VICE mag and their questions to random people on the street, I decided to answer their questions myself, because I am unoriginal and boring. But remember when I was in Paris and I used to write every single day? I think I want to do that again. 



WHAT'S YOUR SUICIDE SONG?

Pyramid Song (download - right click, save)


Also, maybe, Hurt by either Johnny Cash or NIN (this last video is a really bizarre choice of images for this song).

Yes, somewhere not in the face or spine. I really really want to be famous. 
The Fresh Prince. 
If murdered: I would like to be hung to death and make it look like a suicide. But then my friend or lover would not believe the police and would have to gather clues as to what really happened to me. 
Otherwise, I would like to die in the cold, cold snow. 
I am trying to think if I have slept with someone *not* working class... But yeah, poor people fuck better. 
Usually a coke and a cigarette, but if possible, a Bloody Mary will take all your problems away. 
Ham + Parmesan cheese + bacon + avocados + mustard + lettuce + tomato + lemon juice + salt.
Because they gave me a bunch of money there so I could know things. Because it is the birth place of many many people I love dearly. Because it has pretty mountains and pretty deserts and nice architecture. Because great musicians sometimes come from there. Because New York City, San Francisco, and Seattle. 

I guess another reason is that pretty slutty girls come from there?

Probably everyone. Probably me. But mostly all those people who perform female genital mutilations are on top of my list. 
Mostly men. And some women. But they usually get bored very fast. 
Yes. 
Probably not... because if the devil exists, then god must as well. And so must heaven and hell. If I make a deal with the devil, I will go to hell after I die. But if I meet the devil, it is direct evidence that heaven exists, and, sorry, but I don't want to suffer for ALL of eternity. If I was ever offered a deal by the devil, it would turn me into a devout christian. Talk about irony!
Not great, people tend to go overboard. 
Yes. We would have done a shit ton of drugs together. 
The really real world.
I've felt them before, and I have seen them in my dreams. 
A *male* lion, because they get to sleep all fucking day. Do I see some drool there?

WHO WAS YOUR TEENAGE CRUSH?

Heath Ledger + Julia Stiles
People who rape children. People who mutilate women. Fred Phelps. Robert Mugabe. AhmadiNejad. The People Running Fox News. 
I don't use them, I just flirt relentlessly. But my favorite one was from my friend who said: "Hey Lau, that outfit is very becoming on you. If I was on you, I'd be coming on you, too." It was gross but hilarious. 
Judging from the other day's post, crappy white female mcs. 
I don't know why, but he's so unattractive to me, he makes my skin crawl. 

WHAT'S THE MOST DISGUSTING THING YOU'VE EVER EATEN?

Mashed potatoes at a "restaurant" in Aguas Dulces, Rocha, Uruguay. It was potato-y water. Also, anything I find someone else's hair in. 
I... don't know. 
Yes. It makes ME evil. 

Mulan, fucking with gender roles and what not. 
These two bad bitches, too.

WHO'S THE WORST PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET?

A lot of people from my high school. Bad people, sexist people, racist people, homophobic people.
Cry for days, in all honesty. 
I would like it to be someone like Emma Stone, but, realistically, Tilda Swinton. 
Get laid, it's not a big deal. Do drugs. Do more art, write more. You have potential. Don't go to high school in the States so early. Visit your father's grave. 
me
Physically? When I got all these teeth pulled out. They were all fucked up and they wouldn't come out, so they had to break them before pulling the pieces out. 
I wasn't. It's part of the problem. My father once slapped me because I was being annoying. My mother didn't do anything about it. 
From the X files. 
Horrible horrible things I don't want to own up to. But everyone laughs at Mexicans jokes, right?

8.10.2011

two-color ghosts

THIS A SONG BY DAFT PUNK REMIXED BY M83 EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN AND OWN IT. (right click for download)




And now for something completely different: 




The amount of observing I am doing: I hardly talk any more. Today my friend's grandma died and, obviously, when that kind of thing happens, it stirs shit up from my past. About half of my family is dead: all my grandparents, my father. My mom has had some fucked up health scares. I have to be careful about what I think. It's super windy outside, it makes everything lonelier. I had a teacher once that didn't like when I used adjectives meant for people as adjectives describing a feeling or a day or a mood. He can go fuck himself. I like doing it, it may be cliched but there it is.


Erin McCarty



The night is lonely, herself. My eyes are lonely, so are my ears. They miss having people around, colors. Right now, my color gamma limits itself to pale yellow and navy blue. The colors of Montevideo at night, the colors of inside my apartment. 


This apartment, where both of my grandparents died. I am right now in the room where my favorite person in the whole world, el Señor (con B mayúscula) Beltrán Castro, died three years ago. I can pictures his thinning hair and the even-more-thinning fabric of his old ass PJs. They were lovely. He was lovely. But I miss him with a smile on my heart. I wish I could say this to my friend who lost his grandma. In a little while, you'll remember and cry but with a smile. 


recodis magazine


And you'll laugh about the way he used to recite random poems in the lunch table and no one would know what to do. The way he would always joke that I was the stupidest in the family even though he loved me the most (sorry, family, but we all know it). He would sing folk songs to which I never bothered to learn the words, because I though they would be there forever. But now they're not. It's OK, they are his songs, not mine. I have my own, and my grand children will have to ignore my singing some day. 


Nick Vargas




My grandfather was the most practical person in the world. He needed to have the time on the microwave reset every time there was a blackout. I did that for him. He pealed my banana and orange for me. 
Te extraño, abue. Is your ghost in this room? Someone is here with me, and they are heavy and sleepy and melancholic... is it you?




unknown artist: not mine, probably not yours either. 


There are other dead people I can never remember with a smile. They still scream. 








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