February 2012
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“Amorrrrrr mutante,
amigos con derecho y sin derecho de tenerte siempre
Y...”
– Maná, “Labios Compartidos”
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“Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don’t stare at it....”
– Jerry Seinfeld
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“my dear, I say, there are men out there now picking tomatoes, lettuce, even cotton, there are men and women dying under the sun, there are men and women dying in factories for nothing, a pittance… I can hear the sound of human lives being ripped to pieces… you don’t know how lucky we are…”
Charles Bukowski, Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
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My brain is doing this cool thing now where it doesn’t want sleep, no matter how tired I am. And when I do manage to sleep, I have weird dreams and don’t feel rested at all. So I wake up looking and feeling like a hybrid between a meth addict and an angry prostitute. It’s great.
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