archives for Sunday 6 January 2008
the brujo writes a passage in español
Sunday 6 January 2008 | I like a cookie
Yo quisiera tres tacos de pescado con limon pero sin lechuga, por favor. Y tambien una habitacion por esta noche, disculpe me. Para mi, sabor de nada es mejor que sabor de aceite. Disminuya su velocidad. No maltrate las senales. Tambien, algunas camarones y mucho hectares de terreno. Entonces quisiera sexo y refrescos, sin dudas. [...]
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rudely interrupted by january
Sunday 6 January 2008 | I like a cookie
The mind having become that dangerous neighborhood where you shouldn’t go alone, suddenly full of those whom the Brujo calls rogues, hissing judgment, reminding me chorally of my selfishness, weaknesses, great and greatly harmful mistakes. I flail, try to make an egg custard, overcook it, fall asleep despondent with all my clothes on, nightmare, nightmare, [...]
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meet maria; or, contents under pressure; or, probably the longest post of 2008; or, ¡feliz año nuevo!
Sunday 6 January 2008 | someone left a cookie
This is Maria. • Part One. Maria came from a vendor’s stand in Acapulco sometime in 1969. I was still a baby when my aunt got married and went there for her honeymoon (but not the ensuing divorce). She got a crippling case of turista and she also got me this papier-mâche-and-sawdust-stuffed souvenir doll, who [...]
