<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:30:16.948-03:00</updated><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Palos Incoherentes Recording Group</title><subtitle type='html'>from the SECOND world, seeing how the FIRST world fuck the THIRD world, and we don`t give a shit about the Fourth one</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-6472688053513315056</id><published>2008-02-09T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:05:39.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>moonlight</title><content type='html'>the night is losing his light&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes and my eyes&lt;br /&gt;everybody's going home&lt;br /&gt;and i'm standing all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a puppet without strings&lt;br /&gt;in a sort of a bad scene&lt;br /&gt;i cried your name with every step&lt;br /&gt;i fall again i fall again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throw (me)into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the stage is set for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caught into the shrine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is like a dream to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(rinse and repeat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-6472688053513315056?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6472688053513315056/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=6472688053513315056&amp;isPopup=true' title='65 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/6472688053513315056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/6472688053513315056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2008/02/moonlight.html' title='moonlight'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-2717253238576153912</id><published>2008-01-23T03:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:16:55.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>au revoir barbarette</title><content type='html'>au revoir barbarette&lt;br /&gt;ne pleurez pas par mon petit enfant&lt;br /&gt;au revoir barbarette&lt;br /&gt;ne voyage pas très loin mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios barbarita&lt;br /&gt;no llores mi pequeña niña&lt;br /&gt;adios barbarita&lt;br /&gt;no viajare muy lejos mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde ire? no lo se&lt;br /&gt;cual sera mi verdad?&lt;br /&gt;por que ire? no lo se&lt;br /&gt;no quiero hacerte mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios barbarita&lt;br /&gt;no quiero que llores mas&lt;br /&gt;adios barbarita&lt;br /&gt;abrazame una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser feliz, ser sin ti&lt;br /&gt;es una imposibilidad&lt;br /&gt;pero sabes muy bien&lt;br /&gt;que tu sonrisa es mi .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  cuando veas a esa estrella&lt;br /&gt;  no olvides que te la regale&lt;br /&gt;  cuando corras por los campos&lt;br /&gt;  yo tu oso ahi te vere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios barbarita&lt;br /&gt;te vas con un pedazo de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;adios barbarita&lt;br /&gt;te quiero con mi alma herida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-2717253238576153912?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2717253238576153912/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=2717253238576153912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/2717253238576153912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/2717253238576153912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2008/01/au-revoir-barbarette.html' title='au revoir barbarette'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-8119059929504655004</id><published>2008-01-20T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:03:59.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pueden haber pasado las cosas mas lindas en un pasado,&lt;br /&gt;sentirse completo y creer que se ha vivido lo mejor en el momento,&lt;br /&gt;y todo bien y una vez que termina,&lt;br /&gt;pensar en que fueron buenos momentos es una posibilidad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero basta una cagada grande para que todas esas cosas lindas,&lt;br /&gt;sean nada y de verdad me hacen pensar&lt;br /&gt;que prefiero no haber vivido nada lindo,&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo no haber vivido esa cagada,&lt;br /&gt;son weas superables pero te achacan el momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  quizas si me hubiese ido ese dia y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  no hubiese tomado aquello que me llevo a conocerte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  que paradero tendria el dia de hoy, mejor o peor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  me gustaria haberlo sabido quizas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tambien si hubiese evitado mas contactos y "juntas" contigo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas bien haberte eludido e ignorado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tambien hubiera sido carta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por ahora lo mejor es odiarte, al parecer es lo unico que me tranquiliza&lt;br /&gt;y saber que te sientes mal, y que estas sufriendo por cualquier lesera&lt;br /&gt;tambien me alivia, y con esto me doy cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que no existe amor&lt;br /&gt;ese alivio imbecil por tu sufrimiento, achaque o tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;fue como un catarsis lo unico que espero ahora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es que te vayas de mis pensamientos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por que de verdad estorbas, de verdad me gustaria hacer otras cosas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero de verdad me molestas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no te deseo nada bueno, posiblemente algo malo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero en esta vida todos pagamos, sin saber a que altura de ella, pero filo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-8119059929504655004?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8119059929504655004/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=8119059929504655004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8119059929504655004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8119059929504655004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2008/01/pueden-haber-pasado-las-cosas-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-7451128868759426390</id><published>2007-11-13T15:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:22:32.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>451 lugares menos importante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Revivimos un clásico, la mítica lista de los 451 lugares menos interesantes de rancagua. Circuló su tiempo en GST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lista completa se viene despues de asado de 11 del 09 ,... yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;el numero no indica otra cosa sino el orden pseudologico que biqipid uso para crear esta lista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recalcamos fehacientemente que no es un "ranking", solo lugares "semiconvencionales"&lt;br /&gt;cualquier reclamo o denuncia dirigase a : &lt;a href="http://rula.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rula.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lugares nuevos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;000. La nunca bien ponderada alternativa "Dixon" en las encuestas&lt;br /&gt;001. avenida miguel ramirez #1083&lt;br /&gt;002. el colegio&lt;br /&gt;003. el acuario de dixon&lt;br /&gt;004. El APEX de alameda (ver 088)&lt;br /&gt;005. las palmeras en la alameda; nadie sabe para que estan ahi, pero estan(depues del 98?)&lt;br /&gt;006. la alameda con recreo/estado(despues del 002)&lt;br /&gt;007. el pseudokiosko que esta antes del 006 (esta antes de los almacenes recreo)&lt;br /&gt;008. las antenas parabolicas de la villa teniente(reminesencia de un pasado optativo)&lt;br /&gt;009. la escala que esta afuera del 666 (administracion del 666&lt;br /&gt;010. el local que vende articulos evangelicos en el 069&lt;br /&gt;011. la rejilla del canal[llena de botellas](cerca del telepizza hacia el oeste)&lt;br /&gt;012. el telepizza mismo&lt;br /&gt;013. el hoyo al frente del domino, y el domino´s pizza mismo&lt;br /&gt;014. los perros cerca del 011 (cada vez que osas pasar por ahi cambian los perros)&lt;br /&gt;015. la escuelita kumon (lado batyfrut)(ex lenceria)&lt;br /&gt;016. el braden cooper pub,vagon pub, bodrio pub,... o como se le llame&lt;br /&gt;017. la reparadora de teles en las torres de la alameda&lt;br /&gt;018. la pileta que esta cerca de la plaza de los heroes&lt;br /&gt;019. el escenario del puerto alegre&lt;br /&gt;020. el comedor del puerto alegre, ese si que es perdible (ahora un hoyo)&lt;br /&gt;021. la azotea del edificio interamericana&lt;br /&gt;022. el edificio de gamero con bueras&lt;br /&gt;023. el estacionamiento subterraneo del homecenter&lt;br /&gt;024. el club colo colo (sn. luis)&lt;br /&gt;025. la filial del colo colo en rancagua, en el "barrio rojo"&lt;br /&gt;026. la panaderia texia, esa en la que doblan los colectivos 25&lt;br /&gt;027. hang ten, brasil con rubio o sino el cartel mismo...&lt;br /&gt;028. el tercer piso de las galerias&lt;br /&gt;029. la escalera mecanica de las galerias&lt;br /&gt;030. una casa detras de un servicio de maternidad&lt;br /&gt;031. la escultura que esta cerca del 89&lt;br /&gt;036. el peadzo de tierra que esta frente del 001&lt;br /&gt;037. el arbol con los pajaros hediondos en b. villalobos&lt;br /&gt;038. el camino que parte en la cancha del hoyo y termina en la carretera de cobre&lt;br /&gt;039. su pieza&lt;br /&gt;040. cualquier cosa que este cerca del puente en la cancha del hoyo&lt;br /&gt;041. el "segundo A medio" de cualquier colegio&lt;br /&gt;042. los juegos infantiles al principio de la coya pangal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;043. los buses servi expres (con una s)&lt;br /&gt;044. la discotheque sub-17 maniki&lt;br /&gt;045. la esquina de grecia/recreo (porque casi me asaltan)&lt;br /&gt;046. express way&lt;br /&gt;047. el bowling de express way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. el remolque(frigorifico) rayado en el independencia de recreo&lt;br /&gt;069. el edificio independencia&lt;br /&gt;070. el pasaje cillero&lt;br /&gt;071. el pasaje bombero&lt;br /&gt;072. los pasajes lauca&lt;br /&gt;073. todos los pasajes con nombre chanta en la villa teniente(ej: sputnik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;074. bilbao #80&lt;br /&gt;075. la plazita de la punta del sol, no la de la escultura, la otra,&lt;br /&gt;076. la &lt;a href="http://oficinadelpanico.blogspot.com"&gt;oficina&lt;/a&gt; de pelusón&lt;br /&gt;077. el bajon al lado del maria alejandra&lt;br /&gt;078. cualquier reunion de charcha. cualquiera, no pregunte&lt;br /&gt;079. le paso nivel peatonal cerca de rajeceich con boubi, nadie lo ocupa, nadie&lt;br /&gt;080. cualquier huea de los 80,cancion revival, rodolfo roth, noy hay decada mas desechable&lt;br /&gt;081. phil collins&lt;br /&gt;082. alameda al lado de el parque del recuerdo, una fabrica abandonada. no se&lt;br /&gt;083. la villa coonavicoop. si wn a la mierda de rancagua. me tire&lt;br /&gt;084. cerca de la coca cola, especialmente si tomas fotos de las nubes&lt;br /&gt;085. puta. nosostros&lt;br /&gt;086. donde haya una pareja besandose, o mintiendose mutuamente&lt;br /&gt;087. donde haya un servidor con una porno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;088. El lavado de autos del APEX (tan viejo como el 004)&lt;br /&gt;089. el europan de la shell en victoria con la alameda&lt;br /&gt;090. el paso nivel sobre la linea del tren que esta despues de Av. las torres&lt;br /&gt;091. la copec al final de cachapoal&lt;br /&gt;092. el puente mismo&lt;br /&gt;093. la peluqueria de tu vieja&lt;br /&gt;094. la lagunita del parque comunal&lt;br /&gt;095. los discos usados de estado&lt;br /&gt;096. pilon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. la croquera del pidro especialmente si esta mostrando el futuro de...&lt;br /&gt;101. donde este palos incoherentes; generalmente es un lugar desechable&lt;br /&gt;102. donde va estar el estadio del saint john&lt;br /&gt;103. el camino que esta detras del colegio la cruz&lt;br /&gt;104. tu baño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. la panaderia, cerca de la shell de Av. Miguel ramirez&lt;br /&gt;123. la plazuela al frente de los edificios en Av. Miguel ramirez&lt;br /&gt;124. republica de chile (lado del pato mekis)&lt;br /&gt;125. la pseudo piscina del pato mekis&lt;br /&gt;126. el tiro al blanco cerca del 125&lt;br /&gt;127. el local que se puso donde estaban los cumpleaños liza&lt;br /&gt;128. la vereda en la calle rupanco, frente circunvalacion entre un edificio y una casa&lt;br /&gt;129. el girasol multicolor en magallanes #369&lt;br /&gt;130. la casa petisa cerca de rubio y del edificio andres bello&lt;br /&gt;131. el kiosko al frente de la industrial cerca del 098&lt;br /&gt;132. las cortinitas de la carniceria urzua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. arturo prat #96 (talvez no exista o quizas tu no quieras su existencia)&lt;br /&gt;150. la caja de poder con rayados punk en la estacion (de trenes)&lt;br /&gt;151. el caminito que hay entre las lineas (siga caminando y se perderá)&lt;br /&gt;152. el cruce de vehiculos antes de la estacion&lt;br /&gt;153. las oficinas despues del 152&lt;br /&gt;154. la muralla en los correos de chile(todos tus flayers)&lt;br /&gt;155. el mosaico y/o mural de la doñihuana en el rodoviario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;194. el vecino de chureboy (especialmente donde esta el gorro en el techo)&lt;br /&gt;195. donde estaba el apple de chureboy&lt;br /&gt;196. la memoria ram de chureboy&lt;br /&gt;197. la tienda de taladros que esta al lado del oscar castro&lt;br /&gt;198. la ferreteria que esta detras del oscar castro&lt;br /&gt;199. el casino que esta al frente del Oscar Castro&lt;br /&gt;200. las veredas que cruzan la linea del tren&lt;br /&gt;201. el letrero de la polar o lo que sea en AV. kennedy&lt;br /&gt;202. la carniceria rio deva y su entorno&lt;br /&gt;203. la seccion singles de la feria del disco en el jumbo&lt;br /&gt;204. la puerta de salida de emergencia el el noreste del jumbo&lt;br /&gt;205. la plazuela del saint john... por mula.&lt;br /&gt;206. la plazuela de los mochos&lt;br /&gt;207. vuestra casa&lt;br /&gt;210. el hemisferio derecho de &lt;del&gt;&lt;delete&gt;kid b&lt;/delete&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;211. el edificio abandonado (antes lila) en estado, entre gamero e ibieta&lt;br /&gt;213. la cuadra de los seguros en campos (especialmente donde se echaron a kid b)&lt;br /&gt;222. x3 el shopping (clasico perdible)&lt;br /&gt;223. el servicio medico legal especialmente su fachada (despues del 006)&lt;br /&gt;224. la escultura de aros que esta al oeste de la alameda&lt;br /&gt;225. las botillerias en freire esq [bulnes??] (rancagua sur)&lt;br /&gt;224. la casa que esta detras del paradero del la alameda (cerca del 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;339. un pasaje que esta al noreste del 345... fondo a la izquierda&lt;br /&gt;340. la calle que hay entre el kim lung y la compañia de electricidad&lt;br /&gt;341. la YPF por el camino a graneros&lt;br /&gt;342. la ruta hacia la costa (despues del YPF)&lt;br /&gt;343. el triangulito de pasto (antes del YPF)&lt;br /&gt;345. el monolito mula en la plza de villa triana (el cubo medio amarillo)&lt;br /&gt;346. las tinajas que estan detras del cinemark (donde hay un portón)&lt;br /&gt;369. las peluquerias en el 069.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400. las baterias bosch... cerca del 020 y del 023&lt;br /&gt;401. donde estaba la casa de dixon... al fondo&lt;br /&gt;402. el ex pqueño bosque de dixon (nopasonada)&lt;br /&gt;403. el camino rural que empieza al final de la villa triana (cerca del colegio el pilar)&lt;br /&gt;404. ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿le mefon doal aizq uierda????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;447. cualquier stand que venda celulares en cualquier parte especialmente los de supermercado&lt;br /&gt;448. la seccion de juguetes del unimarc&lt;br /&gt;449. la seccion de plas ticos del independencia&lt;br /&gt;450. el baratini plateado&lt;br /&gt;451. rancagua misma (indiscutible, solo sive para dormir... ...tengo sueño)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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importante'/><author><name>pelusón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06427661218666092177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://a507.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/s_4ea188a039e449d38a136ebf147d8752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-4558870976690117304</id><published>2007-11-12T11:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.218-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;poesia en siete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;letras un artificio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en espera de un con-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flicto un resquicio de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mi muerte la agen-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da del delirio la ri-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa del gerente la vi-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uda del mismo espe-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ra del indigente co-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lor de mil edificios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diablo en anglais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;devil en dinamarca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tra ka tra en finlandia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en suecia la farandu-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la que da pena pobres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diablos que opinan mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;poesia en siete letras un artificio&lt;br /&gt;en espera de un conflicto un resquicio de&lt;br /&gt;mi muerte la agenda del delirio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;la risa del gerente la viuda del mismo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;espera del indigente color de mil edificios&lt;br /&gt;diablo en anglais devil en dinamarca&lt;br /&gt;tra ka tra en finlandia en suecia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;la farandula que da pena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pobres diablos que opinan mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-4558870976690117304?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4558870976690117304/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=4558870976690117304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/4558870976690117304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/4558870976690117304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-8418602633897410696</id><published>2007-11-12T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:53:53.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tus derroteros no le importan a nadie&lt;br /&gt;tampoco los mios im portancia tienen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu no compartes tus doscientas palabras&lt;br /&gt;nadie quiere escuchar mil palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus nietos seran la vida del mas alla&lt;br /&gt;ese mas alla que se llama reacciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sera este el fin de la historia?&lt;br /&gt;sera este el fin de la historia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la masa es tanta y poderosa&lt;br /&gt;se rien de los emblemas, del escudo&lt;br /&gt;los empleados de status quo&lt;br /&gt;se rien...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-8418602633897410696?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8418602633897410696/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=8418602633897410696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8418602633897410696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8418602633897410696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/tus-derroteros-no-le-importan-nadie.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-2024653179427797137</id><published>2007-11-12T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.218-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i't too fuckin late&lt;br /&gt;you came across&lt;br /&gt;with words to say&lt;br /&gt;fuckin' asshole&lt;br /&gt;you think you're OK&lt;br /&gt;i think you're late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid asshole&lt;br /&gt;you think you're right&lt;br /&gt;you think new metal&lt;br /&gt;i think jazz&lt;br /&gt;my way is not youre bizness&lt;br /&gt;if you failed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your past is hangin' me&lt;br /&gt;has been a fuckin machine&lt;br /&gt;don't came to my place&lt;br /&gt;with a smile&lt;br /&gt;your face makes me bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will kick your ass , yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-2024653179427797137?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/2024653179427797137/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=2024653179427797137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/2024653179427797137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/2024653179427797137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-x8-you-know-it-too-fuckin-late-you.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-4893887278951501058</id><published>2007-11-12T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.218-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>hot,hot hot, heat</title><content type='html'>hot, hot ,hot, heat&lt;br /&gt;        hot, hot, heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot, hot ,hot, heat&lt;br /&gt;        hot, hot, heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vapor sound)&lt;br /&gt;this is not equal as sex&lt;br /&gt;existance is not presense&lt;br /&gt;sense but not try respect&lt;br /&gt;elude me the joyful text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the time when we're equal&lt;br /&gt;in the time with no lil's&lt;br /&gt;i have the speak of the [taint]&lt;br /&gt;i have the speak of the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phasing, panning, phasing&lt;br /&gt;the tonic of the transitive&lt;br /&gt;roaming, tonic, sonic&lt;br /&gt;the roaming of the plomer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-4893887278951501058?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4893887278951501058/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=4893887278951501058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/4893887278951501058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/4893887278951501058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/hothot-hot-heat.html' title='hot,hot hot, heat'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-5121210945583793395</id><published>2007-11-12T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>falied plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;too soon, too chaotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;julia&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;set&lt;/em&gt; you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[cleaning ] status&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of true cianotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only you want to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if you breathe too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're gonna pass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a lack of oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you breathe too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're gonna pay for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is so soon, no weon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why, then, lost it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is so soon now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're still a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is so soon now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't lost the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you, lost child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-5121210945583793395?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5121210945583793395/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=5121210945583793395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5121210945583793395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5121210945583793395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/falied-plan.html' title='falied plan'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-243787987151973234</id><published>2007-11-12T10:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:20:21.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pension</title><content type='html'>te robaste mi vida despues que ellos se robaron mi juventud&lt;br /&gt;supiste hacerme crecer y luego venderme&lt;br /&gt;crei escucharte reir de mis chistes&lt;br /&gt;te reias de mi existencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te vi en el centro con mi auto y mis niños&lt;br /&gt;pero no me importa ya que nadie mevio&lt;br /&gt;estabastan bella como cuando me pusiste la demanda&lt;br /&gt;tan indiferente como cuando cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;br /&gt;por que no me tiras el auto encima?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-243787987151973234?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/243787987151973234/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=243787987151973234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/243787987151973234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/243787987151973234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/pension.html' title='pension'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-8765592956511702244</id><published>2007-11-12T10:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:16:13.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>puro culo</title><content type='html'>you can't take what you can&lt;br /&gt;we can take what they had&lt;br /&gt;they had died in themselves&lt;br /&gt;they have and they don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel your moral anymore&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel your word anymore&lt;br /&gt;i don't cry from my past&lt;br /&gt;i'll make them know my task&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-8765592956511702244?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8765592956511702244/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=8765592956511702244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8765592956511702244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8765592956511702244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/puro-culo.html' title='puro culo'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-6366359646136832048</id><published>2007-11-10T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>true incarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it could'nt last!&lt;br /&gt;it could'nt last!&lt;br /&gt;you know it could'nt last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took two souls, blend em'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a gritter blender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serve in tragic events&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a leaf of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como has estado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ojala que bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;privet, kakdela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think you're lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better think again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watchus from the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heaven and hell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are outside us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like an alarm clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he civilize soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she cured soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you seen your child die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you seen clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in those little childs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a spirit in four legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a kitchen in a safe room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the best thing you can do is forget them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;forget them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;forget them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;forget what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is the true incarnation of the hopeless man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-6366359646136832048?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/6366359646136832048/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=6366359646136832048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/6366359646136832048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/6366359646136832048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/11/true-incarnation.html' title='true incarnation'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-5298686698943741146</id><published>2007-10-22T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:43:00.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfA564yG6qQ/Rxzt845Uy_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1bUknmXlC68/s1600-h/corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124232106361539570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfA564yG6qQ/Rxzt845Uy_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1bUknmXlC68/s400/corazon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bueno, y paso lo que tenia que pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se viene el no-esperado disco de palos incoherentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 años aguardando por el momento oprtuno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 años absorbiendo tecnicas e influencias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 años esperando que se disipe el humo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no tomaremos prisioneros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dicho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-5298686698943741146?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5298686698943741146/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=5298686698943741146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5298686698943741146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5298686698943741146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/10/bueno-y-paso-lo-que-tenia-que-pasar-se.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfA564yG6qQ/Rxzt845Uy_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/1bUknmXlC68/s72-c/corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-3634300670355252602</id><published>2007-09-14T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:22:10.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest taboo</title><content type='html'>uff por fin me conecte!!!&lt;br /&gt;desde hace años que queria hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cual es el proximo desafio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un saludo a naps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-3634300670355252602?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/3634300670355252602/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=3634300670355252602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/3634300670355252602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/3634300670355252602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweetest-taboo.html' title='the sweetest taboo'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-5041079081129295569</id><published>2007-09-14T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:17:50.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>por fin!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey habla el incoherente...por fin saque algunos trackas bajo mi nuevo seudonimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asi que no hay excusas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amiestreet.com/listen/clauderoubillie"&gt;http://amiestreet.com/listen/clauderoubillie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahi hay discos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y eso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-5041079081129295569?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5041079081129295569/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=5041079081129295569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5041079081129295569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5041079081129295569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/09/por-fin.html' title='por fin!!!!'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-8327439416983524530</id><published>2007-08-23T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:48:16.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sitio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amiestreet.com/clauderoubillie"&gt;http://amiestreet.com/clauderoubillie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musica&lt;br /&gt;musica&lt;br /&gt;musica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-8327439416983524530?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/8327439416983524530/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=8327439416983524530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8327439416983524530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/8327439416983524530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/08/sitio.html' title='sitio'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-4903648782907868166</id><published>2007-07-24T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:24:40.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfA564yG6qQ/RqYnove9IZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXdMQNUxNB4/s1600-h/Dibujo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090800009683476882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfA564yG6qQ/RqYnove9IZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXdMQNUxNB4/s400/Dibujo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-4903648782907868166?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/4903648782907868166/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=4903648782907868166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/4903648782907868166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/4903648782907868166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/07/ti.html' title='a ti'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfA564yG6qQ/RqYnove9IZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXdMQNUxNB4/s72-c/Dibujo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-828431915117737760</id><published>2007-05-05T04:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T04:37:57.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.usaelputogoogle.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Usa el puto google" src="http://www.usaelputogoogle.com/spameame/spameame/avatares/80x80/hoygan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; por favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usaelputogoogle.com/spameame/avatares/80x80/hoygan.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-828431915117737760?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/828431915117737760/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=828431915117737760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/828431915117737760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/828431915117737760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/05/usa-el-puto-google.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-543913728781533076</id><published>2007-04-29T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:38:40.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no estamos muertos juntemonos (puede ser en mi depto en santiago si pueden) y armemos unas demos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-543913728781533076?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/543913728781533076/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=543913728781533076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/543913728781533076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/543913728781533076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-estamos-muertos-juntemonos-puede-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>pelusón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713933506251252642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://images.google.cl/images?q=tbn:zzF35e350w2FIM:www.medienkunstnetz.de/assets/img/data/2376/bild.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-5091279813324363451</id><published>2007-01-29T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:30:41.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>puta han pasado varios años desde que esto se formo y o hemos hecho nada exepto algunos experimentos wueno&lt;br /&gt;como dijo un weon que se corrio pa mi asdo "la wea nacio muerta"  yo no creo esa wea asi que filo con las circunstacias y ahi les va el lugar donde pueden bajar mp3 gratis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://incoherentsticks.tripod.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incoherentsticks.tripod.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-5091279813324363451?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/5091279813324363451/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=5091279813324363451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5091279813324363451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/5091279813324363451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2007/01/puta-han-pasado-varios-aos-desde-que.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-115712287985953900</id><published>2006-09-01T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:01:19.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>opina maldito, opina!</title><content type='html'>Chile: No danger of radical political shift &lt;br /&gt;© 2006, IRED.Com, Inc. Simeon Mitropolitski.&lt;br /&gt;Chile may have by January 2006 a president from the Left supported by the communists. There is however no danger of radical political shift in the country. It has already stepped on the road that makes such new partisan adventures very unlikely. What we may expect, in case of Left victory, is to a degree more equal redistribution of the national wealth. This problem will have to be tackled by the Right too in case its candidate becomes a president. An ethnically and religiously homogenous country with strong national identity like Chile passing into the ranks of middle-income nations cannot afford to be associated with such blatant disparities between rich and poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chile is in the midst of presidential election. The first round gave big advance to the candidate of the Left Michelle Bachelet. His opponent on the second round will be the liberal businessman Sebastian Pinera. Combined with the votes from the less important candidates from the Left and the Right, the chances of Bachelet to become next president are higher. The local communists support her, a formula that sounds suspiciously familiar to anyone who has monitored the Chilean political life since 1970. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are however no dangers of repeating the political turmoil that occurred 30 years ago. In terms of national wealth Chile is approaching the line that makes impossible either Left or Right authoritarian experiments. It's argued that beyond certain level of incomes democratic political system becomes invulnerable, especially in times of economic expansion. There are, no doubt, strong resentments felt by many victims of Pinochet, but despite or rather because of this painful history there will be hardly anyone in Chile who will try to repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chile has almost turned back to the past, but this doesn't mean it has married the social justice with economic freedom in a way French president Mitterrand did after 1981. Without such beneficial marriage any new Left government will produce nothing but economic and financial confusion. We of course shouldn't expect from Chilean Left to become a champion of free market and to start exploiting worker like in China or Vietnam. Political culture, economic level of development, and religious beliefs are indeed very different in all these countries. What may be possible in low-income totalitarian system governed by atheists isn't at all applicable to middle-income democratic society ruled by Christian norms of solidarity and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's however impossible for a country like Chile to become a rich nation and at the same time keep with its system of high interclass disparities. In this sense a Left-oriented government may be very helpful, although the chances of success may decrease if reforms are made for ideological purpose only, just for the sake of redistribution. Social justice works very well if it's married to economic openness. Despite many gossips, the interclass economic disparities between most advanced nations are not so accentuated. European Union and the United States, despite their differences, are not from different planets in terms of social protection. The dilemma for Chile therefore isn't whether or not to have better social protection nets, the point is how to finance these programs, and the right answer is by welcoming new investors, not by scaring to death the existing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chile country profile: &lt;br /&gt;Area: 756,950 sq km &lt;br /&gt;Population: 16.0 million (July 2005 est.) &lt;br /&gt;Population growth rate: 0.97% (2005 est.) &lt;br /&gt;Life expectancy at birth: 76.58 years &lt;br /&gt;Ethnic groups: white and white-Amerindian 95%, Amerindian 3%, other 2% &lt;br /&gt;GDP per capita: purchasing power parity $10,700 (2004 est.) &lt;br /&gt;Distribution of family income (Gini index): 57.1 (2000) &lt;br /&gt;Main trading partners: US, Japan, China, Germany, Argentina. &lt;br /&gt;Internet users: 5.6 million (2004).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-114658891273562235</id><published>2006-05-02T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:55:12.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The experience</title><content type='html'>Pronto se viene la subida de las viejas canciones, buscando un servidor gratuito que soporte mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se aceptan sugerencias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-114658891273562235?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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poco&lt;br /&gt;cuesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo que despedirla , arregala para que se vea digna de ella misma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luego se tiene que ir&lt;br /&gt;y le digo a mi amigo felipe lopes&lt;br /&gt;que le busque un lugar en el barrio&lt;br /&gt;encuentra su casa &lt;br /&gt;y se queda ahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aveces la veo y le digo que vaya a otros lados&lt;br /&gt;ojala encuentre su destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-114359237974485272?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/114359237974485272/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=114359237974485272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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llego un fuckin bajo&lt;br /&gt;bueno no me llego yo lo busque&lt;br /&gt;malditos del crowne plaza (luthiers del orto) se juran la raja pero n pasa na en este pais jajajajaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos vemos malditosssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exept yamaha import&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-112537130827366499?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/112537130827366499/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=112537130827366499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/112537130827366499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Willan (Able and Willing)&lt;br /&gt;Achilles Punks (I'll Kill These Punks)&lt;br /&gt;Adam Bomb (Atom Bomb)&lt;br /&gt;Adam Meway (Out of My Way)&lt;br /&gt;Adam Sapple (Adam's Apple)&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Oliver Nippils (Ate Off All Of Her Nipples)&lt;br /&gt;Al B. Zienya (I'll Be Seeing You)&lt;br /&gt;Al DePantzeu (I'll De-Pants You)&lt;br /&gt;Al Gore-Rythim (Algorithym)&lt;br /&gt;Al Kaholic (Alcoholic)&lt;br /&gt;Al Kaseltzer (Alkaseltzer)&lt;br /&gt;Al Kickurass (I'll Kick Your Ass)&lt;br /&gt;Al Killeu (I'll Kill You)&lt;br /&gt;Al Luminum (Aluminum)&lt;br /&gt;Al Nino (El Nino)&lt;br /&gt;Al O'Moaney (Alimony)&lt;br /&gt;Alpha Kenny Wun (I'll Fuck Anyone)&lt;br /&gt;Alec Tricity (Electricity)&lt;br /&gt;Alex Blaine Layder (I'll Explain Later)&lt;br /&gt;Alf Abet (Alphabet)&lt;br /&gt;Ali Gator (Ali Gator)&lt;br /&gt;Allota Fagina (A lot of vagina)&lt;br /&gt;Amanda B. Recandwithe (A Man to Be Reckoned With)&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Lay (A Man To Lay)&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Hugnkiss (A Man to Hug and Kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Andy Gravity (Anti-Gravity)&lt;br /&gt;Andy Structible (Indestructible)&lt;br /&gt;Anita Cock (I need a cock)&lt;br /&gt;Anita Bath (I Need A Bath)&lt;br /&gt;Anita Hoare (I Need A Whore)&lt;br /&gt;Ann B. Dextrous (Ambidextrous)&lt;br /&gt;Ann Chovie (Anchovy)&lt;br /&gt;Ann Tartica (Antartica)&lt;br /&gt;Anna Linjection (Anal Injection)&lt;br /&gt;Anna Mull (Animal)&lt;br /&gt;Anna Rexiya (Anorexia)&lt;br /&gt;Anne T. Lope (Antelope)&lt;br /&gt;Annie Buddyhome (Anybody Home)&lt;br /&gt;Annie Mah (Enema)&lt;br /&gt;Ariel Hassle (A Real Hassle)&lt;br /&gt;Artie Choke (Artichoke)&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Biotic (Anti-Biotic)&lt;br /&gt;Ayma Dommy (I'm A Dummy)&lt;br /&gt;Ayma Moron (I'm a Moron)&lt;br /&gt;Barb Dwyer (Barbed Wire)&lt;br /&gt;Barb E. Cue (Barbecue)&lt;br /&gt;Barry D'Alive (Buried Alive)&lt;br /&gt;Barry D. Hatchett (Bury the Hatchett)&lt;br /&gt;Barry Shmelly (Very Smelly)&lt;br /&gt;Bart Ender (Bartender)&lt;br /&gt;Bea O'Problem (B.O. Problem)&lt;br /&gt;Bea Sting (Bee Sting)&lt;br /&gt;Beau Vine (Bovine)&lt;br /&gt;Ben Crobbery (Bank Robbery)&lt;br /&gt;Ben Dover (Bend Over)&lt;br /&gt;Ben O'Drill (Benadryl)&lt;br /&gt;Ben Thair (Been There)&lt;br /&gt;Ben Lyon (Been lieing)&lt;br /&gt;Bess Twishes (Best Wishes)&lt;br /&gt;Betty Bangzer (Bet He Bangs Her)&lt;br /&gt;Betty Beatzer (Bet He Beats Her)&lt;br /&gt;Betty Humpser (Bet He Humps Her)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Board (Billboard)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Ding (Building)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Leeake (Belly Ache)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Lowney (Bologna)&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn Free (Born Free)&lt;br /&gt;Bo Nessround (Bonus Round)&lt;br /&gt;Bob Frapples (Bob for Apples)&lt;br /&gt;Bowen Arrow (Bow and Arrow)&lt;br /&gt;Boyd Schidt (Bird Shit)&lt;br /&gt;Brice Tagg (Price Tag)&lt;br /&gt;Brighton Early (Bright and Early)&lt;br /&gt;Brook Lynn Bridge (Brooklyn Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Bud Weiser (Budweiser)&lt;br /&gt;Burnedette Down (Burnt it Down)&lt;br /&gt;Buster Cherry (Bust her Cherry)&lt;br /&gt;Buster Hymen (Bust her Hymen)&lt;br /&gt;Cal Culator (Calculator...duh)&lt;br /&gt;Cal Efornia (California)&lt;br /&gt;Cal Seeium (Calcium)&lt;br /&gt;Candice B. DePlace (Can This Be The Place)&lt;br /&gt;Candice B. Fureal (Can This Be For Real)&lt;br /&gt;Carl Arm (Car Alarm)&lt;br /&gt;Carlotta Tendant (Car Lot Attendant)&lt;br /&gt;Carra S. Midown (Caress Me Down)&lt;br /&gt;Carrie DeKoffin (Carry the Coffin)&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Oakey (Karaoke)&lt;br /&gt;Carson O. Gin (Carcinogen)&lt;br /&gt;Casey Deeya (Quesadilla)&lt;br /&gt;Casey Needzit (In Case He Needs It)&lt;br /&gt;Chad Terbocks (Chatterbox)&lt;br /&gt;Chanda Lear (Chandalear)&lt;br /&gt;Chi Spurger (Cheeseburger)&lt;br /&gt;Chris Ko (Crisco)&lt;br /&gt;Chris Mass (Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Chris P. Nugget (Crispy Nugget)&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Mysak (Chuck My Sack)&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Roast (Hmmm...Chuck Roast?)&lt;br /&gt;Claire DeAir (Clear the Air)&lt;br /&gt;Clara Nett (Clarinet)&lt;br /&gt;Clara Sabell (Clear as a Bell)&lt;br /&gt;Claude N. Skretchem (Clawed and Scratched Them)&lt;br /&gt;Clint Toris (Clitoris)&lt;br /&gt;Cody Pendant (Co-Dependant)&lt;br /&gt;Cole Kutz (Cold cuts) See&lt;br /&gt;Colette A. Day&lt;br /&gt;Colin Allcars (Calling all Cars)&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Cardd (Calling Card)&lt;br /&gt;Connie Lingus (Cunnilingus)&lt;br /&gt;Craig Potz (Crackpots)&lt;br /&gt;Craven Moorehead (Craving More Head)&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Ball (Crystal Ball)&lt;br /&gt;Curt N. Rodd (Curtain Rod)&lt;br /&gt;Curt Zee (Curtsy)&lt;br /&gt;Cy Burns (Sideburns)&lt;br /&gt;Cy Kosis (Psychosis)&lt;br /&gt;Dale E. Bread (Daily Bread)&lt;br /&gt;Dan D. Lyon (Dandelion)&lt;br /&gt;Dan Druff (Dandruff)&lt;br /&gt;Dan Geruss (Dangerous)&lt;br /&gt;Dan Gleebitz (Dangly Bits)&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Soloud (Don't Yell So Loud)&lt;br /&gt;Darius Lesgettham (There He Is, Let's Get Him)&lt;br /&gt;Darrell B. Moore (There'll be More)&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Lect (Derelict)&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Keebals (Donkey Balls)&lt;br /&gt;Dee Capitated (Decapitated)&lt;br /&gt;Dee Faced (Defaced)&lt;br /&gt;Dee Sember (December)&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Toffice (Dentist Office)&lt;br /&gt;Denny Juan Heredatt (Did Anyone Hear That?)&lt;br /&gt;Des Buratto (Desperado)&lt;br /&gt;Diane Toluvia (Dyin' to Love Ya)&lt;br /&gt;Di O'Bolic (Diobolic)&lt;br /&gt;Dick Cumoff (Dick Come Off)&lt;br /&gt;Dick Gozinia (Dick Goes In Ya)&lt;br /&gt;Dick Head (Uhhh...Dick Head)&lt;br /&gt;Dick N. Cider (Dick Inside Her)&lt;br /&gt;Dick Zucker (Dick Sucker...You Know Who You Are)&lt;br /&gt;Dick Tater (Dictator)&lt;br /&gt;Didi Reelydoit (Did He Really Do It?)&lt;br /&gt;Dinah Sore (Dinosaur)&lt;br /&gt;Doll R. Bill...(Dollar Bill)&lt;br /&gt;Don Thatt (Done That)&lt;br /&gt;Doug Graves (Dug Graves)&lt;br /&gt;Douglas S. Halfempty (The Glass is Half Empty)&lt;br /&gt;Drew Blood (Drew Blood)&lt;br /&gt;Drew Peacock (Droopy Cock)&lt;br /&gt;Duane DeVane (Drain the Vain)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin D. Furniture (Dusting the Furniture)&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne Pipes (Drain Pipes)&lt;br /&gt;Dylan Weed (Dealin' Weed)&lt;br /&gt;Earl E. Byrd (Early Bird)&lt;br /&gt;Eda Dick (Eat a dick)&lt;br /&gt;Ed Ible (Edible)&lt;br /&gt;Ed Jewcation (Education)&lt;br /&gt;Ed Venture (Adventure)&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Dover (I Leaned Over)&lt;br /&gt;Ella Vader (Elevator)&lt;br /&gt;Elle O'Quent (Eloquent)&lt;br /&gt;Ellie Noise (Illinois)&lt;br /&gt;Ellis Dee (L.S.D)&lt;br /&gt;Elmer Sklue (Elmer's Glue)&lt;br /&gt;Emma Roids (Hemorrhoids)&lt;br /&gt;Eric Shun (Erection)&lt;br /&gt;Evan Lee Arps (Heavenly Harps)&lt;br /&gt;Evans Gayte (Heavan's Gate)&lt;br /&gt;Eve Hill (Evil)&lt;br /&gt;Eve Ning (Evening)&lt;br /&gt;Eve O'Lution (Evolution)&lt;br /&gt;Ewan Whatarmy (You and What Army?)&lt;br /&gt;Faye Kinnitt (Faking It)&lt;br /&gt;Faye Slift (Face Lift)&lt;br /&gt;Faye Tallity (Fatality)&lt;br /&gt;Fletcher Bisceps (Flex Your Bisceps)&lt;br /&gt;Frank Furter (Frankfurter)&lt;br /&gt;Freida Convict (Free the Convict)&lt;br /&gt;Frank N. Stein (Frankenstein)&lt;br /&gt;Gabe Asher (Gay Basher)&lt;br /&gt;Gabe Barr (Gay Bar)&lt;br /&gt;Gene E. Yuss (Genius)&lt;br /&gt;Gene Poole (Gene Pool)&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Vitis (Gingervitis)&lt;br /&gt;Gil T. Azell (Guilty as Hell)&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Eeya (Glad to See Ya)&lt;br /&gt;Gus Comzadia (Gas Comes Outta Ya)&lt;br /&gt;Gus Tofwin (Gust of Wind)&lt;br /&gt;Hal E. Luya (Hallelujah)&lt;br /&gt;Hal Jalikakick (How'd ya like a kick)&lt;br /&gt;Hammond Eggs (Ham and Eggs)&lt;br /&gt;Hank E. Panky (Hanky Panky)&lt;br /&gt;Harmon Ikka (Harmonica)&lt;br /&gt;Harris Mint (Harassment)&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Fire (Hair is on Fire)&lt;br /&gt;Harry Balzac (Hairy Ball Sack)&lt;br /&gt;Harry Weiner (Hairy Wiener)&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Seek (Hide &amp; Seek)&lt;br /&gt;Haywood Jablowme (Hey, Would You Blow Me?)&lt;br /&gt;Haywood Jashootmee (Hey Would You Shoot Me?)&lt;br /&gt;Hein Noon (High Noon)&lt;br /&gt;Helen Back (Hell and Back)&lt;br /&gt;Helena Hanbaskett (Hell In A Hand Basket)&lt;br /&gt;Henador Titzhoff (He Gnawed Her Tits Off)&lt;br /&gt;Herbie Hind (Her Behind)&lt;br /&gt;Herb E. Side (Herbiside)&lt;br /&gt;Herbie Voor (Herbivore)&lt;br /&gt;Holden Mcgroin (Holding My Groin)&lt;br /&gt;Holly Dayin (Holiday Inn)&lt;br /&gt;Holly Wood (Hollywood)&lt;br /&gt;Homan Provement (Home Improvent)&lt;br /&gt;Homer Sexual (Homosexual)&lt;br /&gt;Howard I. No (How Would I Know?)&lt;br /&gt;Howe D. Pardner (Howdy Partner)&lt;br /&gt;Hu Flung Pu (Who Flung Poo?)&lt;br /&gt;Huang Annsaw (Wrong Answer)&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Beeotch (You Bitch)&lt;br /&gt;Hugh deMann (You Da Man!)&lt;br /&gt;Hugh G. Rection (Huge Erection)&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jass (Huge Ass)&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Mungous (Humungous)&lt;br /&gt;Hugo First (You Go First)&lt;br /&gt;Hy Gene (Hygiene)&lt;br /&gt;Ida Hoe (Idaho)&lt;br /&gt;Ida Whana (I Don't Want to)&lt;br /&gt;Igor Beaver (Eager Beaver)&lt;br /&gt;Ilene Dover (I Leaned Over)&lt;br /&gt;Ima B. Leever (I'm A Believer)&lt;br /&gt;I.P. Freehly (I Pee Freely)&lt;br /&gt;Ira Fuse (I Refuse)&lt;br /&gt;I. Ron Stomach (Iron Stomach)&lt;br /&gt;Ivana Humpalot (I Want to Hump A Lot)&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Itchinanus (I Hate an Itching Anus)&lt;br /&gt;Ivana Kutchukokoff (I Wanna Cut Your Cock Off)&lt;br /&gt;Ivana Tinkle ( I Want to Tinkle)&lt;br /&gt;Izzy Backyet (Is He Back Yet?)&lt;br /&gt;Izzy Cumming (Is He Cumming)&lt;br /&gt;Jack Dupp (Jacked Up)&lt;br /&gt;Jack Koff (Jack Off)&lt;br /&gt;Jack Pot (Jackpot!)&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Strap (Jock Strap)&lt;br /&gt;Jan U. Wharry (January)&lt;br /&gt;Jane Linkfence (Chainlink Fence)&lt;br /&gt;Jaqueline Hyde (Jekyll and Hyde)&lt;br /&gt;Jawana Die (Do Ya Wanna Die?)&lt;br /&gt;Jay Walker (Uhhh...Jay Walker)&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette Akenja-Nearing (Genetic Engineering)&lt;br /&gt;Jed I. Knight (Jedi Knight)&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Healitt (Did Ya Feel It?)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Tull (Genital)&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Atrics (Geriatrics)&lt;br /&gt;Jim Nasium (Gymnasium)&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Hand (D'ya Want a Hand?)&lt;br /&gt;Joe Czarfunee (Jokes Are Funny)&lt;br /&gt;Joe King (Joking)&lt;br /&gt;Jose Frayed (Who's Afraid)&lt;br /&gt;Juan De Hattatime(One Day at a Time)&lt;br /&gt;Juan Fortharoad (One For the Road)&lt;br /&gt;Juan Nightstand (One Night Stant)&lt;br /&gt;Juana Bea (Wanna-Be)&lt;br /&gt;Justin Case (Just in Case)&lt;br /&gt;Justin Credible (Just Incredible)&lt;br /&gt;Kareem O'Weet (Cream of Wheat)&lt;br /&gt;Kaye Ken Cofe (Cake and Coffee)&lt;br /&gt;Kay Neine (Canine)&lt;br /&gt;Kay O'Pectate (Kaopectate)&lt;br /&gt;Ken Oppenner (Can Opener)&lt;br /&gt;Kenitra Bush (Can I Eat Your Bush)&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Dewitt (Can He Do It?)&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Fakur (Can he Fuck her)&lt;br /&gt;Kent Cook (Can't Cook)&lt;br /&gt;Kim Payne Slogan (Campaign Slogan)&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy Head (Give Me Head)&lt;br /&gt;Lance Lyde (Landslide)&lt;br /&gt;Laura Lynn Hardy (Laurel and Hardy)&lt;br /&gt;Lee Keyrear (Leaky Rear)&lt;br /&gt;Lee Nover (Lean Over)&lt;br /&gt;Len DeHande (Lend a Hand)&lt;br /&gt;Leo Tarred (Leotard)&lt;br /&gt;Lily Livard (Lily Livered)&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Neucar (Lease a New Car)&lt;br /&gt;Liz Onnia (Lasagna)&lt;br /&gt;Lou Briccant (Lubricant)&lt;br /&gt;Lon Moore (Lawn Mower)&lt;br /&gt;Luke Adam Go (Look at Him Go)&lt;br /&gt;Lou Sirr (Loser)&lt;br /&gt;Lou Stooth (Loose Tooth)&lt;br /&gt;Louise E. Anna (Louisiana)&lt;br /&gt;Lowden Clear (Loud and Clear)&lt;br /&gt;Luke Atmyass (Look At My Ass)&lt;br /&gt;Luna Tick (Lunatic)&lt;br /&gt;Lyle Ike Adogg (Lie Like a Dog)&lt;br /&gt;Lynn Guini (Linguini)&lt;br /&gt;Lynn Meabuck (Lend Me a Buck)&lt;br /&gt;Mabel Syrup (Maple Syrup)&lt;br /&gt;Madame Crotch (My Damn Crotch)&lt;br /&gt;Madka Owdiseez (Mad Cow Disease)&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Labor (Manual labor)&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Absent (Mark Us Absent)&lt;br /&gt;Marge Innastraightline (March in a Straight Line)&lt;br /&gt;Marion Money (Marrying Money)&lt;br /&gt;Mark Mywords (Mark My Words)&lt;br /&gt;Mark Z. Spot (Mark The Spot)&lt;br /&gt;Marsha Dimes (March of Dimes)&lt;br /&gt;Martha Fokker (Motherfucker)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Christmas (Merry Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Gold (Marigold)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Juana (Marijuana)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ott (Marriot)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Thonn (Marathon)&lt;br /&gt;Master Bates (Masturbates)&lt;br /&gt;May I. Tutchem (May I Touch Them?)&lt;br /&gt;May O'Nays (Mayonaise)&lt;br /&gt;Max E. Mumm (Maximum)&lt;br /&gt;Max E. Pad (Maxi Pad)&lt;br /&gt;Megan Bacon (Makin' Bacon)&lt;br /&gt;Mel Keetehts (Milky Tits)&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Tothis (Ma, Listen to This)&lt;br /&gt;Mel Practiss (Malpractice)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Toris (My Clitoris)&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Lynn (Michelin)&lt;br /&gt;Midas Well (Might As Well...)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Hunt (My Cunt)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Ockhurts (My Cock Hurts)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Ocksmall (My Cock's Small)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Rohsopht (Microsoft)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Rotchburns (My Crotch Burns)&lt;br /&gt;Milly Meter (Millimeter)&lt;br /&gt;Minnie Skurt (Miniskirt)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Alanius (Miscellaneous)&lt;br /&gt;Misty Meanor (Misdemeanor)&lt;br /&gt;Mitch Again (Michigan)&lt;br /&gt;Miya Buttreaks (My Butt Reaks)&lt;br /&gt;Moe DeLawn (Moe the Lawn)&lt;br /&gt;Moe Lester (Molester)&lt;br /&gt;Moe Skeeto (Mosquito)&lt;br /&gt;Moe Telsiks (Motel Six)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ott (Marriot)&lt;br /&gt;Mort Tallity (Mortality)&lt;br /&gt;Myra Maines (My Remains)&lt;br /&gt;Mysha Long (My Shlong)&lt;br /&gt;Nadia Seymour (Now do you see more?)&lt;br /&gt;Nida Lyte (Need a Light)&lt;br /&gt;Neil B. Formy (Kneel Before Me)&lt;br /&gt;Neve Adda (Nevada)&lt;br /&gt;Nick L. Andime (Nickel and Dime)&lt;br /&gt;Nick O'Teen (Nicotine)&lt;br /&gt;Nick Ovtime (Nick Of Time)&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Closeoff (All of her Clothes Off)&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia Titzoff (I'll Feel Your Tits Off)&lt;br /&gt;Opie Umsgood (Opium's Good)&lt;br /&gt;Otto B. Kilt (Ought to be Killed)&lt;br /&gt;Otto Whackew (Ought to Whack You)&lt;br /&gt;Paige Turner (Page Turner)&lt;br /&gt;Papa Boner (Pop a Boner)&lt;br /&gt;Pat Myckok (Pat My Cock)&lt;br /&gt;Patty Meltt (Umm....Patty Melt)&lt;br /&gt;Patty O'Furniture (Patio Furniture)&lt;br /&gt;Pearl E. Gates(Pearly Gates)&lt;br /&gt;Pearl E White (Pearly White)&lt;br /&gt;Peppy Roni (Pepperoni)&lt;br /&gt;Pete Zaria (Pizzeria)&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pantz (Peed her pants)&lt;br /&gt;Phil A. Delphia (Philadelphia)&lt;br /&gt;Phil Atio (Fellatio)&lt;br /&gt;Phil DeGrave (Fill the grave)&lt;br /&gt;Phil Down (Feel Down)&lt;br /&gt;Phil McCracken (Fill My Crack In)&lt;br /&gt;Phil Myez (Feel My Ass)&lt;br /&gt;Phil Mypockets (Fill my pockets)&lt;br /&gt;Phillip McCrevice (Fill up my Crevice)&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Schlong (Feel his Shlong)&lt;br /&gt;Polly Esther Pantts (Polyester Slacks)&lt;br /&gt;Poppa Woody (Pop A Woody)&lt;br /&gt;Pussy Galore (Well...What the hell do you think it means?!)&lt;br /&gt;Quimby Ingmeen (Quit Being Mean)&lt;br /&gt;Quint S. Henschel (Quintessential)&lt;br /&gt;Quinton Chingme (Quit Touching Me)&lt;br /&gt;Quinton Plates (Contemplates)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel DeScrimination (Racial Descrimination)&lt;br /&gt;Ray N. Carnation (Reincarnation)&lt;br /&gt;Ray Pugh (Rape You)&lt;br /&gt;Renee Sance (Renaisance)&lt;br /&gt;Rick Kleiner (Recliner)&lt;br /&gt;Rick O'Shea (Ricochet)&lt;br /&gt;Rip Tile (Reptile)&lt;br /&gt;Rita Book (Read a Book)&lt;br /&gt;Robin D.Craydle (Robbing the Cradle)&lt;br /&gt;Robin Banks (Robbing Banks)&lt;br /&gt;Robin Meeblind (Robbing Me Blind)&lt;br /&gt;Ron A. Muck (Run Amuck)&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Mycock (Rubbing My Cock)&lt;br /&gt;Russell Ingleaves (Rustling Leaves)&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Word (Say the Word)&lt;br /&gt;Sal Ami (Salami)&lt;br /&gt;Sal Sage (Sausage)&lt;br /&gt;Sal T. Penuz (Salty Penis or Peanuts)&lt;br /&gt;Sam Manilla (Salmonella)&lt;br /&gt;Sam Pull (Sample)&lt;br /&gt;Sam Dayoulpay (Some day you'll pay)&lt;br /&gt;Sam Urai (Samurai)&lt;br /&gt;Samson Night (Samsonite)&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Doctorinthehouse (Is There a Doctor in the House)&lt;br /&gt;Scott Shawn DeRocks (Scotch on the Rocks)&lt;br /&gt;Seaman Sample (Semen Sample)&lt;br /&gt;Seymour Butts (See more butts)&lt;br /&gt;Sheeza Freak (She's a Freak)&lt;br /&gt;Sheri Cola (Cherry Cola)&lt;br /&gt;Sherman Wadd Evver (Sure Man, Whatever)&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Knot (Surely not?)&lt;br /&gt;Shirley U. Jest (Surely You Jest)&lt;br /&gt;Sid Down (Sit Down)&lt;br /&gt;Sir Fin Waves (Surfin' Waves)&lt;br /&gt;Stacey Rhect (Stays Erect)&lt;br /&gt;Stan Dup (Stand up)&lt;br /&gt;Stu Padasso (Stupid Asshole)&lt;br /&gt;Stu Pitt (Stupid)&lt;br /&gt;Sue Case (Suitcase)&lt;br /&gt;Sue E. Side (Suicide)&lt;br /&gt;Sue Permann (Superman)&lt;br /&gt;Sue Shi (Sushi)&lt;br /&gt;Sue Ridge (Sewage)&lt;br /&gt;Sue Yourazzof (Sue Your Ass Off)&lt;br /&gt;Tanya Hyde (Tan Your Hide)&lt;br /&gt;Tara Newhall (Tear a New Hole)&lt;br /&gt;Tate Urchips (Tater Chips)&lt;br /&gt;Ted E. Baer (Teddy Bear)&lt;br /&gt;Telly Vision (Television)&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Green (Trees are Green)&lt;br /&gt;Tess Tickle (Testicle)&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burr (Timber)&lt;br /&gt;Tina See (Tennessee)&lt;br /&gt;Titus Balsac (Tightest Ball Sack)&lt;br /&gt;Torah Hyman (Tore a Hymen)&lt;br /&gt;Ty Tannick (Titanic)&lt;br /&gt;Ty Tass (Tight Ass)&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone Shoes (Tie Your Own Shoes)&lt;br /&gt;Ulee Daway (You Lead the Way)&lt;br /&gt;U.P. Freehly (You Pee Freely)&lt;br /&gt;Val Crow (Velcro)&lt;br /&gt;Val Lay (Valet)&lt;br /&gt;Val Veeta (Velveeta)&lt;br /&gt;Vlad Tire (Flat Tire)&lt;br /&gt;Walter Melon (Watermelon)&lt;br /&gt;Warren Piece (War and Peace)&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Deer (Reindeer)&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Kerr (Wanker)&lt;br /&gt;Willie Maykit (Will He Make It?)&lt;br /&gt;Wilma Leggrowbach (Will My Leg Grow Back?)&lt;br /&gt;Winnie Bago (Winnebago)&lt;br /&gt;Winnie Dipoo (Winnie the Pooh)&lt;br /&gt;Woody U. No (What Do You Know?)&lt;br /&gt;Xavier Breath (Save Your Breath)&lt;br /&gt;Xavier Money (Save Your Money)&lt;br /&gt;Yerma Wildo (Your Mom Will Do)&lt;br /&gt;Yousuckmynuts N. Scratchm (You Suck My Nuts and Scratch Them)&lt;br /&gt;Yule B. Sari (You'll Be Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Zeke N. 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                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;i was lying (resting)&lt;br /&gt;about myself&lt;br /&gt;then children came&lt;br /&gt;in the next head&lt;br /&gt;they were playing around&lt;br /&gt;i thought so&lt;br /&gt;but she was afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you breathe?&lt;br /&gt;with those views&lt;br /&gt;can you wake?&lt;br /&gt;when she's on the pool&lt;br /&gt;can you realize?&lt;br /&gt;that her finger was on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loW to water&lt;br /&gt;loW to dirt&lt;br /&gt;love to make mud&lt;br /&gt;mud love to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the water&lt;br /&gt;taste my dirt&lt;br /&gt;grab my &lt;br /&gt;mud love to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my water&lt;br /&gt;wipe my dirt&lt;br /&gt;clean my mud (love)&lt;br /&gt;too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten years after &lt;br /&gt;she came with a boy&lt;br /&gt;within her legs&lt;br /&gt;i lie about the time&lt;br /&gt;and the power i had (still have)&lt;br /&gt;but she was afraid to talk&lt;br /&gt;it wasn´t so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you change?&lt;br /&gt;with those mistakes&lt;br /&gt;can you say?&lt;br /&gt;that you gonna improve&lt;br /&gt;can you realize?&lt;br /&gt;that i rest all the time on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIVE-ABSOLUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range of motion in &lt;br /&gt;all controls in &lt;br /&gt;the group is identical.&lt;br /&gt;When you move one &lt;br /&gt;one control in the group, &lt;br /&gt;all other controls in &lt;br /&gt;the group move &lt;br /&gt;the same amount in &lt;br /&gt;the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;The controls do not &lt;br /&gt;not necessarily &lt;br /&gt;need to start &lt;br /&gt;at the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolute, being absolute&lt;br /&gt;she flows like she was...&lt;br /&gt;friend, being friends&lt;br /&gt;he lies like he was...&lt;br /&gt;love, absolute love&lt;br /&gt;we cried at diffrent hertz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range of motion in &lt;br /&gt;all guys in &lt;br /&gt;the group is identical.&lt;br /&gt;When you move one, &lt;br /&gt;one guy in the group &lt;br /&gt;all other guys in &lt;br /&gt;the group move &lt;br /&gt;the same amount in &lt;br /&gt;the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;The guys do not &lt;br /&gt;not necessarily &lt;br /&gt;need to start &lt;br /&gt;at the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range of motion &lt;br /&gt;for controls in the group&lt;br /&gt; is not the same. &lt;br /&gt;All controls in the group &lt;br /&gt;have the same value&lt;br /&gt; at one point&lt;br /&gt;zero for send, &lt;br /&gt;zero for return, &lt;br /&gt;and volume levels, but&lt;br /&gt;center for pan controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chase at different hearts&lt;br /&gt;roads, relative roads&lt;br /&gt;he dreams like he was... &lt;br /&gt;someone, relative someone&lt;br /&gt;she knows what they are...&lt;br /&gt;relative, relative childs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range of motion &lt;br /&gt;for girls in the group&lt;br /&gt; is not the same. &lt;br /&gt;All girls in the group &lt;br /&gt;have the same value&lt;br /&gt; at one point&lt;br /&gt;zero for send, &lt;br /&gt;zero for return, &lt;br /&gt;and volume levels, but&lt;br /&gt;center for pan girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the day begin&lt;br /&gt;is in your face&lt;br /&gt;where the day end &lt;br /&gt;is in your run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to define a more complex relationship &lt;br /&gt;between the controls &lt;br /&gt;in a group.&lt;br /&gt;You want two controls &lt;br /&gt;two operate in reverse &lt;br /&gt;when one fader drops, &lt;br /&gt;the other increases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want two volume &lt;br /&gt;faders grouped &lt;br /&gt;so that they are &lt;br /&gt;locked together at &lt;br /&gt;maximum level, but &lt;br /&gt;drop at different rates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want two faders &lt;br /&gt;to be locked together &lt;br /&gt;with the same range of motion, &lt;br /&gt;but a third fader grouped &lt;br /&gt;with them to have &lt;br /&gt;a different range of motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom groups let you &lt;br /&gt;set the range of motion &lt;br /&gt;for each control in the group &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entering a starting and ending value. &lt;br /&gt;As any one control in the group is moved from&lt;br /&gt;is starting position &lt;br /&gt;to its ending position, &lt;br /&gt;the other controls in the group &lt;br /&gt;exercise their full range of motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have &lt;br /&gt;defined a custom group, &lt;br /&gt;you can adjust &lt;br /&gt;the starting and ending position &lt;br /&gt;of each control &lt;br /&gt;using the Group Settings dialog box &lt;br /&gt;using pop-up menus  &lt;br /&gt;the controls in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes you want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to define a more complex relationship &lt;br /&gt;between the guys &lt;br /&gt;in a group.&lt;br /&gt;You want two guys &lt;br /&gt;two operate in reverse &lt;br /&gt;when one just  drops, &lt;br /&gt;the other increases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want two girls,&lt;br /&gt;friends grouped &lt;br /&gt;so that they are &lt;br /&gt;locked together at &lt;br /&gt;maximum level, but &lt;br /&gt;drop at different rates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want two parents &lt;br /&gt;to be locked together &lt;br /&gt;with the same range of motion, &lt;br /&gt;but a third father grouped &lt;br /&gt;with him to have &lt;br /&gt;a different range of motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom groups let you &lt;br /&gt;set the range of motion &lt;br /&gt;for each person in the group &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entering a starting and ending value. &lt;br /&gt;As any one in the group &lt;br /&gt;moved from his starting position &lt;br /&gt;to its ending position, &lt;br /&gt;the others in the group &lt;br /&gt;exercise their full range of motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have &lt;br /&gt;defined a custom group, &lt;br /&gt;you can adjust &lt;br /&gt;the starting and ending position &lt;br /&gt;of each person&lt;br /&gt;using the Group beatings dialog box &lt;br /&gt;using pop-up menus  &lt;br /&gt;the controls in the group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-111413115732209615?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/111413115732209615/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=111413115732209615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/111413115732209615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/111413115732209615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2005/04/las-fabulosas-orgias-de-rula.html' title='Las fabulosas orgias de rula'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-111366070467346773</id><published>2005-04-16T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:31:38.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>poemas turkos</title><content type='html'>poemas de un autor de origen turco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink all your passion,&lt;br /&gt;and be a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close both eyes&lt;br /&gt;to see with the other eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your hands,&lt;br /&gt;if you want to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down in this circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be empty of worrying.&lt;br /&gt;Think of who created thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you stay in prison&lt;br /&gt;when the door is so wide open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Live in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children follow,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing the taste of wine, or how&lt;br /&gt;his drunkness feels. All people on this planet&lt;br /&gt;are children, except for a very few.&lt;br /&gt;No one is grown up except those free of desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't left child's play,&lt;br /&gt;how can you be an adult?&lt;br /&gt;Without purity of spirit,&lt;br /&gt;if you are still in the middle of lust and greed&lt;br /&gt;and other wantings, you're like children&lt;br /&gt;playing at sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;They wrestle&lt;br /&gt;and rub together, but it's not sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same with the fightings of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;It's a squabble with play-swords.&lt;br /&gt;No purpose, totally futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your actions mean nothing, the sex and war that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience that breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From books and words come fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, from fantasy comes union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, inner and outer,&lt;br /&gt;no moon, no ground or sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine we really drink is our own blood.&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies ferment in these barrels.&lt;br /&gt;We give everything for a glass of this.&lt;br /&gt;We give our minds for a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands of wines&lt;br /&gt;that can take over our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think all ecstasies&lt;br /&gt;are the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every object, every being,&lt;br /&gt;is a jar full of delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a connoisseur,&lt;br /&gt;and taste with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any wine will get you high.&lt;br /&gt;Judge like a king, and choose the purest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirst drove me down to the water&lt;br /&gt;where I drank the moon's reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, when I was apart from you,&lt;br /&gt;this world did not exist,&lt;br /&gt;nor any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, whatever I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;was always you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sema of slavery and mastery&lt;br /&gt;dancing together. This is not being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither words, nor any natural fact&lt;br /&gt;can express this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes organization&lt;br /&gt;and computation become absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,&lt;br /&gt;no light and no land anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;cloudcover thick. I try to stay&lt;br /&gt;just above the surface, yet I'm already under&lt;br /&gt;and living within the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be melting snow.&lt;br /&gt;Wash yourself of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body is a device to calculate&lt;br /&gt;the astronomy of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Look through that astrolabe&lt;br /&gt;and become oceanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kiss a beautiful mouth, and a key&lt;br /&gt;turns the lock of your fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend comes into my body&lt;br /&gt;looking for the center, unable&lt;br /&gt;to find it, draws a blade,&lt;br /&gt;strikes anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?&lt;br /&gt;As much as a pen knows what it's writing,&lt;br /&gt;or the ball can guess where it's going next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since I was cut from the reedbed,&lt;br /&gt;I have made this crying sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone apart from someone he loves&lt;br /&gt;understands what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone pulled from a source&lt;br /&gt;longs to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any gathering I am there,&lt;br /&gt;mingling in the laughing and grieving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend to each, but few&lt;br /&gt;will hear the secrets hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within the notes. No ears for that.&lt;br /&gt;Body flowing out of spirit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spirit up from body: no concealing&lt;br /&gt;that mixing. But it's not given us&lt;br /&gt;to see the soul. The reed flute&lt;br /&gt;is fire, not wind. Be that empty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thirsty fish in me&lt;br /&gt;that can never find enough&lt;br /&gt;of what it's thirsty for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts you, blesses you.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is your candle.&lt;br /&gt;Your boundaries are your quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can explain this, but it would break&lt;br /&gt;the glass cover on your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and there's no fixing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these enough words,&lt;br /&gt;or shall I squeeze more juice from this?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,&lt;br /&gt;that work is over.&lt;br /&gt;Free of who I was, free of presence, free of&lt;br /&gt;dangerous fear, hope,&lt;br /&gt;free of mountainous wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece&lt;br /&gt;of straw&lt;br /&gt;blown off into emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother and father are your attachment&lt;br /&gt;to beliefs and bloodties&lt;br /&gt;and desires and comforting habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to them!&lt;br /&gt;They seem to protect,&lt;br /&gt;but they imprison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are your worst enemies.&lt;br /&gt;They make you afraid&lt;br /&gt;of living in emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with everyone but me,&lt;br /&gt;you're with no one.&lt;br /&gt;When you are with no one but me,&lt;br /&gt;you're with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being bound up with everyone,&lt;br /&gt;be everyone.&lt;br /&gt;When you become that many, you're nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lover's food is the love of bread,&lt;br /&gt;not the bread. No one who really loves,&lt;br /&gt;loves existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an Egyptian, the Nile looks bloody.&lt;br /&gt;To an Israelite, clear.&lt;br /&gt;What is a highway to one is a disaster to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or cultural system. I am not from the East&lt;br /&gt;or the West, not out of the ocean or up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not&lt;br /&gt;composed of elements at all. I do not exist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not an entity in this world or the next,&lt;br /&gt;did not descend from Adam and Eve or any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;origin story. My place is placeless, a trace&lt;br /&gt;of the traceless. Neither body or soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the beloved, have seen the two&lt;br /&gt;worlds as one and that one call to and know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, last, outer, inner, only that&lt;br /&gt;breath breathing human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the orchid in Spring.&lt;br /&gt;There is light and wine, and sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;in the pomegranate flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not come, these do not matter.&lt;br /&gt;If you do come, these do not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who comes to a spring thirsty&lt;br /&gt;and sees the moon reflected in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of this poem is too blurry&lt;br /&gt;for them to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is form in the presence of reality?&lt;br /&gt;Very feeble. Reality keeps the sky turned over&lt;br /&gt;like a cup above us, revolving. Who turns&lt;br /&gt;the sky wheel? The universal intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,&lt;br /&gt;absentminded. Someone sober&lt;br /&gt;will worry about things going badly.&lt;br /&gt;Let the lover be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night full of talking that hurts,&lt;br /&gt;my worst held-back secrets. Everything&lt;br /&gt;has to do with loving and not loving.&lt;br /&gt;This night will pass.&lt;br /&gt;Then we have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be silently drawn&lt;br /&gt;by the stronger pull of what you really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.&lt;br /&gt;How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;pale the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love moves away.&lt;br /&gt;The light changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more grace&lt;br /&gt;than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must drown, away from heroism,&lt;br /&gt;and descriptions of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery does not get clearer by repeating the question,&lt;br /&gt;nor is it bought with going to amazing places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you've kept your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and your wanting still for fifty years,&lt;br /&gt;you don't begin to cross over from confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the sayer of praise is really praising is&lt;br /&gt;himself, by saying implicitly,&lt;br /&gt;"My eyes are clear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizing&lt;br /&gt;himself, saying implicitly, "I can't see very well&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes so inflamed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever feel sorry for someone&lt;br /&gt;who wants to be the sun, that other son,&lt;br /&gt;the one that makes rotten things fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever envy someone&lt;br /&gt;who wants to be this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you can't drink all that falls&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you give up taking sips&lt;br /&gt;of rainwater. If the nut&lt;br /&gt;of the mystery can't be held,&lt;br /&gt;at least let me touch the shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooster of lust, the peacock of wanting&lt;br /&gt;to be famous, the crow of ownership, and the duck&lt;br /&gt;of urgency, kill them and revive them&lt;br /&gt;in another form, changed and harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true person is more calm and deliberate.&lt;br /&gt;He or she doesn't worry about interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;We are lutes, no more, no less. If the sound box&lt;br /&gt;is stuffed full of anything, no music.&lt;br /&gt;If the brain and the belly are burning clean&lt;br /&gt;with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;The fog clears, and the new energy makes you&lt;br /&gt;run up the steps in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're full of food and drink, an ugly metal&lt;br /&gt;statue sits where your spirit should. When you fast,&lt;br /&gt;good habits gather like friends who want to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up&lt;br /&gt;in the dark with eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the answer.&lt;br /&gt;There is no "other world."&lt;br /&gt;I only know what I've experienced.&lt;br /&gt;You must be hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just as you can't come close,&lt;br /&gt;I can't go out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how animal energy becomes monstrous&lt;br /&gt;and ruins your life's freshness and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why you see things in two ways.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you look at a person&lt;br /&gt;and see a cynical snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else sees a joyful lover,&lt;br /&gt;and you are both right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is half and half,&lt;br /&gt;like the black and white ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pay regular visits to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Don't argue or answer rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us die,&lt;br /&gt;and dying, reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;what you are to me? During the day,&lt;br /&gt;you're my energy for working. At night,&lt;br /&gt;you're my deepest sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like one piece of silver now,&lt;br /&gt;O Lord of my spirit, or three at breakfast&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning?"&lt;br /&gt;The Sufi answered,&lt;br /&gt;"I love the half a coin already in my hand&lt;br /&gt;from yesterday more than the promise of a whole one&lt;br /&gt;today, or the promise of a hundred tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;A sufi is the child of this moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand shifts our birdcages around.&lt;br /&gt;Some are brought closer. Some move apart.&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to reason it out. Be conscious&lt;br /&gt;of who draws you and who not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be tough, and strength will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through. Read the rest of this poem&lt;br /&gt;in the dark tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain person came to the Friend's door&lt;br /&gt;and knocked.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friend answered, "Go away. There's no place&lt;br /&gt;for raw meat at this table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The individual went wandering for a year.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the fire of separation&lt;br /&gt;can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned&lt;br /&gt;completely cooked,&lt;br /&gt;walked up and down in front of the Friend's house,&lt;br /&gt;gently knocked.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come in, my self,&lt;br /&gt;there's no place in this house for two.&lt;br /&gt;The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through&lt;br /&gt;the eye of the needle.&lt;br /&gt;It is a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,&lt;br /&gt;not a big ego-beast with baggage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine&lt;br /&gt;and practice, but there's really only one work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one who keeps me in here is the one&lt;br /&gt;who keeps you out there.&lt;br /&gt;The same who will not let you in will not let me out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he leaned and whispered something&lt;br /&gt;in the second king's ear, and that second, that&lt;br /&gt;second king became a wanderer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked out of town hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;No royal belts, no thrones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what love does and continues to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they wandered around China like birds&lt;br /&gt;pecking at bits of grain. They rarely spoke&lt;br /&gt;because of the dangerous seriousness&lt;br /&gt;of the secret they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that world-power wants, really,&lt;br /&gt;is this weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the kings talked in low tones,&lt;br /&gt;and carefully. Only God knows what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used unsayable words. Bird language.&lt;br /&gt;But some people have imitated them, learned&lt;br /&gt;a few birdcalls, and gotten prestigious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are every image, and yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm homesick for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sees inside from outside?&lt;br /&gt;Who finds hundreds of mysteries&lt;br /&gt;even where minds are deranged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See through his eyes what he sees.&lt;br /&gt;Who then is looking out from his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my skin so I can be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people guard against going into the fire,&lt;br /&gt;and so end up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to presences inside poems,&lt;br /&gt;Let them take you where they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow those private hints,&lt;br /&gt;and never leave the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submit to a daily practice.&lt;br /&gt;Your loyalty to that&lt;br /&gt;is a ring on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep knocking, and the joy inside&lt;br /&gt;will eventually open a window&lt;br /&gt;and look out to see who's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back, my friend! The form of our love&lt;br /&gt;is not created form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can help me but that beauty.&lt;br /&gt;There was a dawn I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my soul heard something&lt;br /&gt;from your soul. I drank water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from your spring and felt&lt;br /&gt;the current take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice doesn't help lovers!&lt;br /&gt;They're not the kind of mountain stream&lt;br /&gt;you can build a dam across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intellectual doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;what the drunk is feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to figure&lt;br /&gt;what those lost inside love&lt;br /&gt;will do next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you and became empty.&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,&lt;br /&gt;it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,&lt;br /&gt;existence thrives and creates more existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To praise is to praise&lt;br /&gt;how one surrenders&lt;br /&gt;to the emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely hear the inward music,&lt;br /&gt;but we're all dancing to it nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you, we stay up all night.&lt;br /&gt;When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;They're in each other all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the mirror as well as the face in it.&lt;br /&gt;We are tasting the taste this minute&lt;br /&gt;of eternity. We are pain&lt;br /&gt;and what cures pain, both. We are&lt;br /&gt;the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you close like a lute,&lt;br /&gt;so we can cry out with loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is vanishing into the sky. The mind,&lt;br /&gt;for learning what men have done and tried to do.&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries are not to be solved. The eye goes blind&lt;br /&gt;when it only wants to see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the drinker&lt;br /&gt;has a deep gentleness in him,&lt;br /&gt;he will show that,&lt;br /&gt;when drunk.&lt;br /&gt;But if he has hidden anger and arrogance,&lt;br /&gt;those appear,&lt;br /&gt;and since most people do,&lt;br /&gt;wine is forbidden to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Resurrection Day your body testifies against you.&lt;br /&gt;Your hand says, "I stole money."&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, "I said meanness."&lt;br /&gt;Your feet, "I went where I shouldn't."&lt;br /&gt;Your genitals, "Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Only a sleeper considers it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then death comes like dawn,&lt;br /&gt;and you wake up laughing&lt;br /&gt;at what you thought was your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began&lt;br /&gt;as a mineral. We emerged into plant life&lt;br /&gt;and into the animal state, and then into being human,&lt;br /&gt;and always we have forgotten our former states,&lt;br /&gt;except in early spring when we slightly recall&lt;br /&gt;being green again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bodily soul wants comforting.&lt;br /&gt;The severe father wants spiritual clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scolds but eventually&lt;br /&gt;leads you into the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for a tough instructor&lt;br /&gt;to hear and act and stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your light I learn how to love.&lt;br /&gt;In your beauty, how to make poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dance inside my chest,&lt;br /&gt;where no one sees you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I do,&lt;br /&gt;and that sight becomes this art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ocean surges,&lt;br /&gt;don't let me just hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Let it splash inside my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with you.&lt;br /&gt;Skin, blood, bone, brain, soul.&lt;br /&gt;There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this existence but that existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the beautiful ones mirrors,&lt;br /&gt;and let them fall in love with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way they polish their souls&lt;br /&gt;and kindle remembering in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worse&lt;br /&gt;than thinking you are well enough.&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, self-complacency&lt;br /&gt;blocks the workmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen a herd of goats&lt;br /&gt;going down to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lame and dreamy goat&lt;br /&gt;brings up the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worried faces about that one,&lt;br /&gt;but now they're laughing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because look, as they return,&lt;br /&gt;that goat is leading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many different kinds of knowing.&lt;br /&gt;The lame goat's kind is a branch&lt;br /&gt;that traces back to the roots of presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from the lame goat,&lt;br /&gt;and lead the herd home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intelligence is always with you,&lt;br /&gt;overseeing your body, even though&lt;br /&gt;you may not be aware of its work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start doing something against&lt;br /&gt;your health, your intelligence&lt;br /&gt;will eventually scold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movement of your finger&lt;br /&gt;is not separate from your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your weakness&lt;br /&gt;to the one who helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not me that's glorified in acts of worship.&lt;br /&gt;It's the worshippers! I don't hear the words&lt;br /&gt;they say. I look inside at the humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the beloved is everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;the lover is a veil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when living itself becomes&lt;br /&gt;the Friend, lovers disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story is like a water&lt;br /&gt;that you heat for your bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes messages between the fire&lt;br /&gt;and your skin. It lets them meet,&lt;br /&gt;and it cleans you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types on the path. Those who come&lt;br /&gt;against their will, the blindly religious people, and those&lt;br /&gt;who obey out of love. The former have ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;They want the midwife near, because she gives them milk.&lt;br /&gt;The others love the beauty of the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former memorize the prooftexts of conformity,&lt;br /&gt;and repeat them. The latter disappear&lt;br /&gt;into whatever draws them to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are drawn from the source.&lt;br /&gt;Any movings from the mover.&lt;br /&gt;Any love from the beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are enemies sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;and enemies friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,&lt;br /&gt;as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts&lt;br /&gt;from books and from what the teacher says,&lt;br /&gt;collecting information from the traditional sciences&lt;br /&gt;as well as the new sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such intelligence you rise in the world.&lt;br /&gt;You get ranked ahead or behind others&lt;br /&gt;in regard to your competence in retaining&lt;br /&gt;information. You stroll with this intelligence&lt;br /&gt;in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more&lt;br /&gt;marks on your preserving tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another kind of tablet, one&lt;br /&gt;already completed and preserved inside you.&lt;br /&gt;A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness&lt;br /&gt;in the center of the chest. This other intelligence&lt;br /&gt;does not turn yellow or stagnate. It's fluid,&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't move from outside to inside&lt;br /&gt;through the conduits of plumbing-learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second knowing is a fountainhead&lt;br /&gt;from within you, moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great speed they joined each other.&lt;br /&gt;When bodies blend in copulation,&lt;br /&gt;spirits also merge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble,&lt;br /&gt;necessity and free will,&lt;br /&gt;while lover and beloved&lt;br /&gt;pull themselves&lt;br /&gt;into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has heard about ecstatic love,&lt;br /&gt;but never tasted it, disrupts the banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you make love is the way&lt;br /&gt;God will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Tell her, one surrendering bow is sweeter&lt;br /&gt;than a hundred empires, is itself a kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be moving in a circuit without wing,&lt;br /&gt;nourished without eating, sovereign without a throne.&lt;br /&gt;No longer subject to fortune, you could be luck itself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you would rise from sleep, leave&lt;br /&gt;the market arguing, and learn that&lt;br /&gt;your own essence is your wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamble everything for love,&lt;br /&gt;if you're a true human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, leave&lt;br /&gt;this gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad says,&lt;br /&gt;"Love of one's country&lt;br /&gt;is a part of the faith."&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that literally!&lt;br /&gt;Your real "country" is where you're heading,&lt;br /&gt;not where you are.&lt;br /&gt;Don't misread that hadith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regret what's happened. If it's in the past,&lt;br /&gt;let it go. Don't even remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The net, of course, finally closed&lt;br /&gt;around him, and as he lay in the terrible&lt;br /&gt;frying-pan bed, he thought,&lt;br /&gt;"If I get out of this,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live again in the limits of a lake.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, the ocean! I'll make&lt;br /&gt;the infinite my home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside me a hundred beings&lt;br /&gt;are putting their fingers to their lips and saying,&lt;br /&gt;"That's enough for now. Shhhhh." Silence&lt;br /&gt;is an ocean. Speech is a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our lives we've looked&lt;br /&gt;into each other's faces.&lt;br /&gt;That was the case today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we keep our love-secret?&lt;br /&gt;We speak from brow to brow&lt;br /&gt;and hear with our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will search for the Friend with all my passion&lt;br /&gt;and all my energy, until I learn&lt;br /&gt;that I don't need to search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing depends&lt;br /&gt;on the time spent looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fear losing some eminent position.&lt;br /&gt;You hope to gain something from that, but it comes&lt;br /&gt;from elsewhere. Existence does this switching trick,&lt;br /&gt;giving you hope from one source, then&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction from another.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps you bewildered&lt;br /&gt;and wondering, and lets your trust in the unseen grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who inherit&lt;br /&gt;wealth don't know what work it took to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightingales are put in cages&lt;br /&gt;because their songs give pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever heard of keeping a crow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When light returns to its source,&lt;br /&gt;it takes nothing&lt;br /&gt;of what it has illuminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine God loves&lt;br /&gt;is human honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dalqak, say what it is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was far from the court when I heard&lt;br /&gt;that you needed a courier, someone who could go&lt;br /&gt;to Samarcand and come back in five days."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;"I hurried here to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that I will not be able to do it."&lt;br /&gt;"What!"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have the stamina or the agility.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to be the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With deceptive people, cover the jar, and shield it.&lt;br /&gt;But be calm with those in duality.&lt;br /&gt;Speak sweetly and reasonably.&lt;br /&gt;Patience polishes and purifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake is your animal-soul. When you bring it&lt;br /&gt;into the hot air of your wanting-energy, warmed&lt;br /&gt;by that and by the prospect of power and wealth,&lt;br /&gt;it does massive damage.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it in the snow mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to oppose it with quietness&lt;br /&gt;and sweetness and wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cow, or thistles for camels&lt;br /&gt;to browse on. People who insult me&lt;br /&gt;are only polishing the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from Ali how to fight&lt;br /&gt;without your ego participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's lion did nothing&lt;br /&gt;that didn't originate&lt;br /&gt;from his deep center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a battle he got the best of a certain night&lt;br /&gt;and quickly drew his swords. The man,&lt;br /&gt;helpless on the ground, spat&lt;br /&gt;in Ali's face. Ali dropped his sword,&lt;br /&gt;relaxed, and helped the man to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why have you spared me?"&lt;br /&gt;How has lightning contracted back&lt;br /&gt;into its cloud? Speak, my prince,&lt;br /&gt;so that my soul can begin to stir&lt;br /&gt;in me like an embryo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali was quiet and then finally answered,&lt;br /&gt;"I am God's Lion, not the lion of passion.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is my lord. I have no longing&lt;br /&gt;except for the One.&lt;br /&gt;When a wind of personal reaction comes,&lt;br /&gt;I do not go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many winds full of anger,&lt;br /&gt;and lust and greed. They move the rubbish&lt;br /&gt;around, but the solid mountain of our true nature&lt;br /&gt;stays where it's always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing now&lt;br /&gt;except the divine qualities.&lt;br /&gt;Come through the opening in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your impudence was better than any reverence,&lt;br /&gt;because in this moment I am you and you are me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you this opened heart as God gives gifts:&lt;br /&gt;the poison of your spit has become&lt;br /&gt;the honey of friendship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth-love, spirit-love, any love&lt;br /&gt;looks into that yonder, and whatever I try to say&lt;br /&gt;explaining love is embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;Some commentary&lt;br /&gt;clarifies, but with love silence is clearer.&lt;br /&gt;A pen went scribbling along, but when it tried&lt;br /&gt;to write love, it broke.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to expound on love,&lt;br /&gt;take your intellect out and let it lie down&lt;br /&gt;in the mud. It's no help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any love based on physical beauty&lt;br /&gt;is not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone does not feel grateful&lt;br /&gt;to that, the forms appear to be as he feels.&lt;br /&gt;They mirror his anger, his greed, and his fear.&lt;br /&gt;Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intellect is in fragments, like bits of gold&lt;br /&gt;scattered over many matters. You must scrape them&lt;br /&gt;together, so the royal stamp can be pressed into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Water! There! There!" It's that There!&lt;br /&gt;that keeps him asleep. In the future, in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;those are illusions. Taste the here and the now of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This present thirst is your real intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;not the back-and-forth, merciful brightness.&lt;br /&gt;Discursiveness dies and gets put in the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contemplative joy does not.&lt;br /&gt;Scholarly knowledge is a vertigo,&lt;br /&gt;an exhausted famousness.&lt;br /&gt;Listening is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes comes back. Come back.&lt;br /&gt;We never left each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With company you quicken you ascent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be happy enough going along,&lt;br /&gt;but with others you'll get farther, faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay together, friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't scatter and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship is made&lt;br /&gt;of being awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of our thought is of the past, or the future.&lt;br /&gt;They're free of those. Before a mine is dug,&lt;br /&gt;they judge coins. Before vineyards,&lt;br /&gt;they know the excitements to come.&lt;br /&gt;In July they feel December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet Muhammad said,&lt;br /&gt;"There is no better companion&lt;br /&gt;on this way than what you do. Your actions will be&lt;br /&gt;your best friend, or if you are cruel and selfish,&lt;br /&gt;your actions will be a poisonous snake&lt;br /&gt;that lives in your grave."&lt;br /&gt;But tell me,&lt;br /&gt;can you do the good work without a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even know what it is without the presence&lt;br /&gt;of a Master? Notice how the lowest livelihood&lt;br /&gt;requires some instruction.&lt;br /&gt;First comes knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;then the doing of the job. And much later,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps after you're dead, something grows&lt;br /&gt;from what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Look for help and guidance&lt;br /&gt;in whatever craft you're learning. Look for a generous&lt;br /&gt;teacher, one who has absorbed the tradition he's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feed both sides of yourself equally.&lt;br /&gt;The spirit and the body carry different loads&lt;br /&gt;and require different attentions.&lt;br /&gt;Too often&lt;br /&gt;we put saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey&lt;br /&gt;run loose in the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make the body do&lt;br /&gt;what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load&lt;br /&gt;on the spirit that the body could carry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how the caravan of civilization&lt;br /&gt;has been ambushed.&lt;br /&gt;Fools are everywhere in charge.&lt;br /&gt;Do not practice solitude like Jesus. Be in&lt;br /&gt;the assembly,&lt;br /&gt;and take charge of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliberation is one of the qualities of God.&lt;br /&gt;Throw a dog a bit of something.&lt;br /&gt;He sniffs to see if he wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that careful.&lt;br /&gt;Sniff with your wisdom-nose.&lt;br /&gt;Get clear. Then decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the night ocean filled&lt;br /&gt;with glints of light. We are the space&lt;br /&gt;between the fish and the moon,&lt;br /&gt;while we sit here together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,&lt;br /&gt;or your own genuine solitude?&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, or power over an entire nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while alone in your room&lt;br /&gt;will prove more valuable than anything else&lt;br /&gt;that could ever be given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This we have now&lt;br /&gt;is not imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not&lt;br /&gt;grief or joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a judging state,&lt;br /&gt;or an elation,&lt;br /&gt;or sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those come&lt;br /&gt;and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the presence&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;that we are now&lt;br /&gt;created the body, cell by cell,&lt;br /&gt;like bees building a honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human body and the universe&lt;br /&gt;grew from this, not this&lt;br /&gt;from the universe and human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into a huge pasture.&lt;br /&gt;I nurse the milk of millennia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does this in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that conscious decisions&lt;br /&gt;and personal memory&lt;br /&gt;are much too small place to live,&lt;br /&gt;every human being streams at night&lt;br /&gt;in the loving nowhere, or during the day,&lt;br /&gt;in some absorbing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret turning in us&lt;br /&gt;makes the universe turn.&lt;br /&gt;Head unaware of feet,&lt;br /&gt;and feet head. Neither cares.&lt;br /&gt;They keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to the well.&lt;br /&gt;Turn as the earth and the moon turn,&lt;br /&gt;circling what they love.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever circles comes from the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No better love than love with no object,&lt;br /&gt;no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give up tricks and cleverness,&lt;br /&gt;that would be the cleverest trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real value comes with madness,&lt;br /&gt;matzub below, scientist above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever finds love&lt;br /&gt;beneath hurt and grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappears in to emptiness&lt;br /&gt;with a thousand new disguises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, when you're broken open.&lt;br /&gt;Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the middle of the fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Dance in your blood.&lt;br /&gt;Dance, when you're perfectly free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-111366070467346773?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/111366070467346773/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=111366070467346773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/111366070467346773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/111366070467346773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2005/04/poemas-turkos.html' title='poemas turkos'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-111365740634774553</id><published>2005-04-16T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>las nuevas cancionews</title><content type='html'>ya finalizo mi pacienciaya tengo material para joder al mundo, hay serie de canciones como drama,valmallenas,putoputo,granulizer(o voy a tener que cambiar)&lt;br /&gt;y otras mas. escriban a biojimi@gmail.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-111365740634774553?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/111365740634774553/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=111365740634774553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/111365740634774553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/111365740634774553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2005/04/las-nuevas-cancionews.html' title='las nuevas cancionews'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-110131746286269206</id><published>2004-11-24T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:34:38.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weon.. rula deja la cagada.....</title><content type='html'>ayer fui donde pablo y el wn se estaba duchando... espere y puse el loser de beck, despues fuimos donde salathiel y estaba haciendo un trabajo de la naranja mecanica el ya no tenia paciencia asi que nos reven.... no . no fue asi... despues de wear un rato fuimos donde pablo de nuvo a buscar un cd de radiohead, y lugo de ver qeu no funcaba el wn me tiraba weas a las weeas .....luego fuimos a ver tele y vimos demasiada gente desnuda despues de ver metropolis en monitos y south park vimos un video de sonic youth y dormi dos horas .... si quieres saber lo que baso despues anda a http://rula.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-110131746286269206?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/110131746286269206/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=110131746286269206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/110131746286269206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/110131746286269206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/11/weon-rula-deja-la-cagada.html' title='weon.. rula deja la cagada.....'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-109518184258388650</id><published>2004-09-14T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:10:42.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>line up?</title><content type='html'>palo:pc&lt;br /&gt;jimi: organ, acoustic guitar, drums?&lt;br /&gt;naps: guitar&lt;br /&gt;carrete man: guitar, bass&lt;br /&gt;roro: bass&lt;br /&gt;joako, vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-109518184258388650?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/109518184258388650/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=109518184258388650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109518184258388650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109518184258388650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/09/line-up.html' title='line up?'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-109450773310910435</id><published>2004-09-06T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>a canadian girl</title><content type='html'>she learned me how to use plants&lt;br /&gt;instead of using plastic&lt;br /&gt;she took me away my trash&lt;br /&gt;and made me (......stic)&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;now i´m replacing what i love&lt;br /&gt;kickin the time that i lost&lt;br /&gt;startin something again}&lt;br /&gt;(fade out)&lt;br /&gt;but she don´t know...  again&lt;br /&gt;(band kicks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time has expired&lt;br /&gt;   ..oh.oh.ohoh.hoh.&lt;br /&gt;she maybe compromized&lt;br /&gt;(like stereo lab verses)&lt;br /&gt;the child is so exited&lt;br /&gt;           la.lalala lahhh&lt;br /&gt;the guy is so denied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im going back again&lt;br /&gt;whe i dont want to be again&lt;br /&gt;when she don´´t know and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i´m like a sample with no fin...&lt;br /&gt;like a sand wich with no bite&lt;br /&gt;so many things aparrt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drum and bass section)&lt;br /&gt;replacing what i love&lt;br /&gt;kickin the time that i lost&lt;br /&gt;startin something again}&lt;br /&gt;(fade out)&lt;br /&gt;but she don´t know...  again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(radiohead c part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(solar fade out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-109450773310910435?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/109450773310910435/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=109450773310910435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109450773310910435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109450773310910435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/09/canadian-girl.html' title='a canadian girl'/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-109302613176796443</id><published>2004-08-20T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T14:22:11.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>palos incoherentes is baack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red machine ( against las micros!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-109302613176796443?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/109302613176796443/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=109302613176796443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109302613176796443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109302613176796443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/08/palos-incoherentes-is-baack-red.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-109241925622625148</id><published>2004-08-13T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:47:36.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nada que escribir&lt;br /&gt;solo que si van a votar que no lo hagan por ustedes&lt;br /&gt;sino por los que influyan o a los que impacten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-109241925622625148?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/109241925622625148/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=109241925622625148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109241925622625148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/109241925622625148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/08/nada-que-escribir-solo-que-si-van.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-108854569384410337</id><published>2004-06-29T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taste, then you -&gt; waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-108854569384410337?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/108854569384410337/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=108854569384410337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108854569384410337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108854569384410337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/06/taste-then-you-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-108604967294434492</id><published>2004-05-31T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T17:47:10.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi people,&lt;br /&gt;sorry about using those terms (nothin' else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the change of the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real not= feal&lt;br /&gt;verdad not= vefdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cuando se sustituye una r por una f el significado de la palabra representa lo contrario)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la realidad&lt;br /&gt;la fealidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(viceversa idem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falso   fake&lt;br /&gt;ralso   not fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake    falso&lt;br /&gt;rake    not false &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-108604967294434492?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/108604967294434492/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=108604967294434492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108604967294434492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108604967294434492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/05/hi-people-sorry-about-using-those.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-108480399413355693</id><published>2004-05-17T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:26:34.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i`,ve seen the pictures&lt;br /&gt;they say that they make french fries before go to the war&lt;br /&gt;motherfockers (conchatumadres)&lt;br /&gt;now they do iraquish fries&lt;br /&gt;with a lot of ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puta gringos pesaos&lt;br /&gt;no les basto con mandar mas gente ahora quieren que esto prosiga&lt;br /&gt;weon no lo hagai por tu patria hacelo por el mundo entero!!!!&lt;br /&gt;no sigas apoyando a bush!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, you yankees&lt;br /&gt;now they are gonna win again, and the world will lose the next four years&lt;br /&gt;you think, that is lottery that your twin tower had fallen in the reign of bush?&lt;br /&gt;they could have done that in te period of clinton&lt;br /&gt;before, i gieved a damn about you vote&lt;br /&gt;just listened thom yorke when he said that "the whole world wiil laugh at your backs" he maybe didi`nt mean the europeans . he maybe meaned the terorist, you ass hole &lt;br /&gt;buch of ass holesç&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please kick out bush of the world&lt;br /&gt;fuck him in the election&lt;br /&gt;just don`t vote for him, dont´vote for kerry, just vote for yourselves&lt;br /&gt;but if you don`t want to vote. do it for the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;do it for the victims in madrid&lt;br /&gt;do it for the global weather change&lt;br /&gt;do it for the kioto agreement( o como se llame, culiao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it for the world, don`t do it for you country!&lt;br /&gt;your home land is not a country!&lt;br /&gt;is a company!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realize you idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like coca cola&lt;br /&gt;like pepsi&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cgrubila@puc.cl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-108480399413355693?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/108480399413355693/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=108480399413355693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108480399413355693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108480399413355693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/05/ive-seen-pictures-they-say-that-they.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-108386830005269568</id><published>2004-05-06T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:35:59.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don``t belive in a arggentinian word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don`t belive to them&lt;br /&gt;they are nice&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;with no memory&lt;br /&gt;no ethics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-108386830005269568?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/108386830005269568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=108386830005269568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108386830005269568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108386830005269568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/05/dont-belive-in-arggentinian-word-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-108386821388084981</id><published>2004-05-06T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:34:33.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all have been deleted&lt;br /&gt;all my life my pics, my girls all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have a safe disk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in the PUC&lt;br /&gt;is the dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that is reality &lt;br /&gt;fagocitates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinochet suck &lt;br /&gt;vine with assinstance of a nurse man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a dead body man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allende is not a hero to me&lt;br /&gt;like balmaceda he belived in his power, not in his roots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-108386821388084981?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/108386821388084981/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=108386821388084981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108386821388084981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/108386821388084981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2004/05/all-have-been-deleted-all-my-life-my.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-88965504</id><published>2003-02-12T07:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>palos incoherentes&lt;br /&gt;cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)retina&lt;br /&gt;2)alveolo&lt;br /&gt;3)corazon&lt;br /&gt;4)recto&lt;br /&gt;5)higado&lt;br /&gt;6)apendice&lt;br /&gt;7)coccix&lt;br /&gt;8)ceja&lt;br /&gt;9)dedos gordos(del pie)&lt;br /&gt;10)*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)RETINA.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recibo luz y debo descomponerla&lt;br /&gt;fotones de hechos y sinsabores&lt;br /&gt;componer lo que le desagrada al cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;consentir sobre lo que no siento&lt;br /&gt;le corresponde al [que piensa]de arriba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantas cosas que se dibujan en mi superficie&lt;br /&gt;aves volando bajo una selva humeda&lt;br /&gt;verdes rios sobre un cielo calido&lt;br /&gt;y hombres tratando de llegar abajo&lt;br /&gt;despidiendo un chorro [de su alma(vida)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acaso debere bloquear mis funciones &lt;br /&gt;si algo parece mal&lt;br /&gt;dejar de existir&lt;br /&gt;si una mala cosecha &lt;br /&gt;se turna en una maldad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)alveolo............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por cada brisa fresca&lt;br /&gt;debo intercambiar&lt;br /&gt;por cada gas toxico&lt;br /&gt;debo intercambiar&lt;br /&gt;por cada nicotiana&lt;br /&gt;¡consumida!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sigo entrando... &lt;br /&gt;¡mierda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quien dice que no es desgradable&lt;br /&gt;no poderse limpiar&lt;br /&gt;y pudrirse...&lt;br /&gt;no poder ser ayudado&lt;br /&gt;y convertirse en una pasa&lt;br /&gt;no poderse con los vicios&lt;br /&gt;¡¡y ser obsoleto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debo soportar la inmiscuicion &lt;br /&gt;de las sustancias malignas&lt;br /&gt;que tus abuelos creyeron &lt;br /&gt;progresivas, irrisorias, benignas&lt;br /&gt;o que el tiempo pasado fue mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y morir&lt;br /&gt;y morir&lt;br /&gt;no huir de tu destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fe..&lt;br /&gt;ne..&lt;br /&gt;ser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)corazon............&lt;br /&gt;sonido:[bum,bum;bum,bum;bum,bum]&lt;br /&gt;recibo descargas electricas todo el dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no se porque lo hago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me contraigo y me expando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no se porque lo hago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leche roja pasa por mi interior en forma continua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no se por que lo hago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descanso doce punto cinco con repecto al dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no se porque no lo siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)recto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)higado&lt;br /&gt;mi apariencia ha cambiado&lt;br /&gt;desde que comence&lt;br /&gt;a limpiarte de esa extraña sustancia &lt;br /&gt;en tu pubertad&lt;br /&gt;tus hormonas se disparaban&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos eran rojos y tus oidos&lt;br /&gt;no paraban de dormitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus carcajadas no compatibilizaban &lt;br /&gt;con mi trabajo &lt;br /&gt;los ojos no estaban mal&lt;br /&gt;sino el seso &lt;br /&gt;acaso creias que al dia siguente&lt;br /&gt;eras el unico que se sentia mal&lt;br /&gt;cansado e inalcanzable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿crees que soy reemplazable?&lt;br /&gt;¿crees que soy de titanio?&lt;br /&gt;¿crees que mi funcion es no molestar?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cada 5 soles &lt;br /&gt;van tres lunas &lt;br /&gt;cuando me [degasto]&lt;br /&gt;y me voy inutilizando paulatinamente&lt;br /&gt;y ahora el sol esta mas cerca&lt;br /&gt;y siento que mis celulas &lt;br /&gt;no van a soportar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que crees que diran cuando me sature &lt;br /&gt;y me pudre en mi lugar?&lt;br /&gt;y los desechos te cubriran&lt;br /&gt;porque en desechos has convertido tu hogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)apendice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una extension de hombre&lt;br /&gt;la bifurcacion absurda &lt;br /&gt;de su materia fecal&lt;br /&gt;una glandula atea &lt;br /&gt;sin existencia&lt;br /&gt;un paradigma de lo normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, que vanal&lt;br /&gt;que oculta protoactividad&lt;br /&gt;sumida en este sistema&lt;br /&gt;olvidando una realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayer me encontre golpeando &lt;br /&gt;las paredes de lo que me abriga&lt;br /&gt;mi piel se estira y todo parece real&lt;br /&gt;mi orgullo se materializa en mi tamaño&lt;br /&gt;y mis ideas parecen verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, que vanal&lt;br /&gt;es un dia espectacular&lt;br /&gt;todos esos deseos&lt;br /&gt;cumplidos y satisfechos ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy no me siento mal&lt;br /&gt;para nada los remordimientos&lt;br /&gt;se han posado en mi intelectualidad&lt;br /&gt;y los rios verdes y ocres &lt;br /&gt;que fluyen por mi culpa &lt;br /&gt;no me preocupan, no me hacen despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mañana sera un mejor dia&lt;br /&gt;[no se procupen en molestar]&lt;br /&gt;[mi lecho es perfecto]&lt;br /&gt;[cada dia un mejor lugar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡aghhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;¡aghhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;que dolor, que mal&lt;br /&gt;que dolor, que verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi sentidos son de piedra&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que hice no debio ser&lt;br /&gt;en este sistema soy una molestia&lt;br /&gt;una paria, debo desaparecer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no quiero crecer, no quiero morir&lt;br /&gt;no quiero crecer, no quiero morir&lt;br /&gt;no quiero ser extripado de donde soy&lt;br /&gt;no quiero ser enviado a una parte &lt;br /&gt;donde me botaran&lt;br /&gt;donde ya no soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)coccix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es tan pequeño&lt;br /&gt;no es mas grande que su hermanos&lt;br /&gt;es tan ultimo&lt;br /&gt;nadie esta depues de él &lt;br /&gt;dificil de nombrar&lt;br /&gt;si apenas se le atreve mencionar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pero si lo aplastas&lt;br /&gt;desatara su realidad&lt;br /&gt;y tus piernas no te responderan&lt;br /&gt;acabaras lamentando el dia &lt;br /&gt;que lo triturizaste con tu humanidad&lt;br /&gt;oh no, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)cejas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo sentimos&lt;br /&gt;pero en este lugar hay piel &lt;br /&gt;por favor vaya a un espejo &lt;br /&gt;mire por encima de sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;y vera que esta equivocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si no las encontró &lt;br /&gt;si ellas despareciron &lt;br /&gt;no las trate de buscar&lt;br /&gt;revise bien su anatomia quizas&lt;br /&gt;algo anda mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haganos el favor de no indagar mas&lt;br /&gt;ellas no pudiron soportarlo&lt;br /&gt;quizas se las trago la piel &lt;br /&gt;se reventaron por su posicion&lt;br /&gt;se quemaron por estar cerca del sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)dedos gordos(del pie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me esperes con una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;no creas que deseo este estado&lt;br /&gt;no me mires con tristeza&lt;br /&gt;no pienses en limpiarme el pus&lt;br /&gt;no pienses en meter bisturi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya estoy arruinado&lt;br /&gt;no arreglado&lt;br /&gt;empezar de nuevo me va a doler&lt;br /&gt;las inyecciones de droga&lt;br /&gt;me hacen nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivi apretado en la humedad&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a olvidar el sol&lt;br /&gt;deje de ser libre &lt;br /&gt;atrapado en una malla negra&lt;br /&gt;mi unica ezperanza es&lt;br /&gt;no empezar de cero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui aplastado&lt;br /&gt;estuve sangrando&lt;br /&gt;me retorci de dolor&lt;br /&gt;me golpearon sistematicamente &lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un pedazo mio&lt;br /&gt;mientras crecia&lt;br /&gt;fue deformado&lt;br /&gt;y se separo &lt;br /&gt;de lo establecido&lt;br /&gt;algunos quisieron &lt;br /&gt;que no creciera&lt;br /&gt;ciegamente rasgaba &lt;br /&gt;mis paredes&lt;br /&gt;destruia mi interior&lt;br /&gt;me infectaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-88965504?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/88965504/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=88965504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/88965504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/88965504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2003/02/palos-incoherentes-cuerpo-1retina.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-88965475</id><published>2003-02-12T07:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:00:58.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the terrorist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;against your nation,&lt;br /&gt;your country&lt;br /&gt;you fight against the law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought you´re right&lt;br /&gt;they think the same&lt;br /&gt;but the child with [blood]&lt;br /&gt;is just afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;but she doesn´t see you&lt;br /&gt;she doesn´t see you&lt;br /&gt;she doesn´t see you&lt;br /&gt;she doesn´t see you,today...(but she knows you are here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a karma,clean&lt;br /&gt;No such a Police,[mean]...  more oxigen (to us)&lt;br /&gt;The peoples is afraid of you (the third state)&lt;br /&gt;and you´re afraid of everything (that moves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you fight against the soil&lt;br /&gt;	against the establishment&lt;br /&gt;	against the people who needs you&lt;br /&gt;	against the[ girl who is black...]&lt;br /&gt;[and the boy who is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you´re nice ,man &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-88965475?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/88965475/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=88965475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/88965475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/88965475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2003/02/terrorist-against-your-nation-your.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-88965457</id><published>2003-02-12T07:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T07:21:19.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no abusen &lt;br /&gt;siempre lo he hecho &lt;br /&gt;lo hice recien&lt;br /&gt;todos los años &lt;br /&gt;la misma historia&lt;br /&gt;{lenta}&lt;br /&gt;ya no sirve criticar&lt;br /&gt;ya no sirve comprimir tu estomago&lt;br /&gt;si algo pueda hacer correcto ahora&lt;br /&gt;quizas sea llorar&lt;br /&gt;{moderato}&lt;br /&gt;aunque eso sea derramar lagrimas por mi&lt;br /&gt;y no revrtir la espera de ti&lt;br /&gt;aunque el yunque no sea tan grave&lt;br /&gt;las gotas al[del] vaso van a [llenar][saturar][salir]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criticandome &lt;br /&gt;mi estomago compreso&lt;br /&gt;y mis mejllas humedas&lt;br /&gt;no sirvieron&lt;br /&gt;no sirven &lt;br /&gt;no serviran&lt;br /&gt;{kickin}&lt;br /&gt;ahh, ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, ohh,&lt;br /&gt;uhhh...9302&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-88965457?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/88965457/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=88965457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/88965457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/88965457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2003/02/no-abusen-siempre-lo-he-hecho-lo-hice.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-84380733</id><published>2002-11-11T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T18:23:14.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y hay un casette con el nombre de rula&lt;br /&gt;son buenas canciones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-84380733?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/84380733/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=84380733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/84380733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/84380733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2002/11/y-hay-un-casette-con-el-nombre-de-rula.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-84380386</id><published>2002-11-11T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T18:15:20.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>naps es un nuevo integrante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-84380386?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/84380386/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=84380386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/84380386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/84380386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/2002/11/naps-es-un-nuevo-integrante.html' title=''/><author><name>claude roubillie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881043982042449266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://www.7-40.com/chat/Symbols/5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3937602.post-84380098</id><published>2002-11-11T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T18:09:01.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inaguracion de este muro favor no abusar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3937602-84380098?l=palosincoherentes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palosincoherentes.blogspot.com/feeds/84380098/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3937602&amp;postID=84380098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3937602/posts/default/84380098'/><link 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