The week

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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The week was the best, the best week I had had in a long time
Not because the other weeks weren't good, but the change, the company and the laughs where special.
The company is special, it is very much indeed.
I can't really say why in a post or with any kind of words, you will have to hear me laugh to understand.
The stupid goofy laugh I have.
And which I love.
:D

[Mrs. K i t e ]
sorry sorry sorry, but I'm here

La belleza del ello

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Monday, April 13, 2009

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La belleza del ello

Y es que no me puedo detener
su cabello de campos primaverales,
su piel de terciopelo, tan fina y perfecta,
los labios abultados de tanto besar, 
rojos de tanto nerviosismo.

Paso mi boca por su delicado vientre,
tan puro y blando, tan blanco y dulce.
Beso sus pies celestiales, como todo su ser,
acaricio su cara, envidia de mil esculturas.

Me arrincono en su belleza
y me escondo bajo su brazo,
en su regazo me envuelvo y me dejo ir.
Su sola esencia me hace morir, 
revivir y dormir en el por siempre jamás.

Mientras vierto mi amor sin freno,
imágenes del seno maternal me azotan,
la conciencia zumba y relampaguea, 
sé que está prohibido, y temo.
Pero esto lo vale todo.

Después de lo que parecen cinco minutos
o una eternidad, me tengo que marchar.
Las equimosis se empiezan a notar 
y lo exangüe pierde su perfección, 
y el rojo lo cubre todo.
Lastima que no volveré a ver esa sonrisa, 
esa bella sonrisa.


[poem-spanish version of something you'll remember stranger across the street]

by I'm the penguin

Periodic Table

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Sunday, April 12, 2009

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Once again delighted by Mr. Sack’s genius, I thought I’d share this part with you:

The periodic table was incredibly beautiful, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I could never adequately analyze what I meant here by beauty – simplicity? coherence? rhythm? inevitability? Or perhaps it was the symmetry, the comprehensiveness of every element firmly locked into its place, with no gaps, no exceptions, everything implying everything else
From Uncle Tungsten

[Mrs. K i t e ]

History of stories

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Saturday, April 11, 2009

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Stories and thoughts, stories and art. They're all creative, inventive and come from us (most of it). We build it and we change it. But history is also all about stories. The difference? History is made by people and not invented. (in most cases).

But what came first?

The story or the history?

Or were they born the same day?

I'll share with you whatever weirdo image brought this thought into me.

[I have no idea of the source of the image, got it from a mail.
So, just know it's not of our authorship]

Look at it and tell me how many did you recognize?


By I'm the penguin

Eduard Punset

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Friday, April 10, 2009

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So, he's Eduard Punset, and according to Wiki he's a Spanish lawyer, economist, and scientific popularizer.
I recomend, (from my very humble scientific opinion) this program, full chapters are found at the Redes en la Red, [spanish]

Another heart breaks, another head aches

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Thursday, April 09, 2009

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No doubts, no mistrust
-Mom?
-Honey! It's been so long since you called! How are you?
-Like shit mom
-Why?
-Remember my girlfriend Susan?
-Yes...
-Well, we weren't planning to have a family or anything, and it turns out she's pregnat
-...
-...
-Oh, I'm so sorry Kimberly!


Happily never after
So, after he got her the crystal shoe back on her foot, and had the wedding, she moved into the castle. It turned out that she hadn't been the only chosen one, in fact she learned that while in Arabia, Prince Charming took up a lot of traditions, one being the Harems. She passed from serving her step-family to being confined in a castle with twelf other maids who had as well thought they were special, who thought this was actually their happy ending. It wasn't.

But growing up in the poverty, surrounded by crazy animals and bitchy sisters, Cinderella knew how to deal with the bitches. So it didn't took long for things to heat up, and she had to do what she had to do to be the only one, to be special; only that, the prince didn't took it that way. He saw murder in her deep intentions of true love. The whole army of Princecharmingland was after her. So she became a refugee, hiding, perfecting her killing skills. For a while she remained lost, untill she became Europe's most wanted killer, she was a femme fatal.

Now, Cinderella headed to Princecharmingland, she was going to the official ball to get the prince a (new) bride. She was ready, but this time she needed no help from the little animals of the forest.


Bloody mistress
"What's with that woman you've been seeing recently?" she asked, thinking she was throwing him off place. "What do you mean?" he said, wich only made her madder, how dares he to play stupid when he was so public about it? "I know it's only been a few months, but don't we have a future? Aren't we too old to be unfaithful?" she said, showing him pictures of him with a blond woman in a caffé, kissing.

"I see" he said, taking a few moments to think how was he going to say what came next "You see, this woman here, is my wife" he said, looking her at the eye. "I have been cheating on her with you, you are nothing but my mistress" he said, no compassion on the stabbing. "You said she had..." she stuttered.

"Darling, it took you five months to notice I was with other, of course you were going to believe I was a widow, you have to admit you are a desperate slut" he said, tucking up his shirt. "I..." she was speechless. "Now be a doll and don't tell anyone, you would only embarras yourself" he said, walking out of the door.

"See you next friday, wear that sexy black dress" he said, leaving a hundred dollar bill on the counter as he left.




By I'm the penguin

How do you measure a year?

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, April 08, 2009

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Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, how do you measure a day in the life? How about posts?           So , for me, the way iI see it , counting is very scary,in lots of ways,maybe it's my abstract perception of numbers, or maybe just my hidden pathologies (hidden?) But the thing is, this shows a truth about time: it's unexpected... and there are the kind of people , as myself, who like to be in the 'know' side... but maybe that kind of surprise and constant not knowing can be exactly what we need.                 (ideas stolen from ga and rent)         THANK YOU FOR THE MEMOIRS (cafe)                   [Mrs. K i t e ]