Flash mob

Inmate 1: So, why are you here?

Inmate 2: I killed 8 people

Inmate 1: Crazy! How?

Inmate 2: Headshot.

Inmate 1: But, why?

Inmate 2: Well, it’s complicated, I thought they were zombies.

Inmate 1: And they weren’t?

Inmate 2: They were normal teenagers, it was a zombie flash mob, so they were dressed as zombies and acting up, but they were normal people

Inmate 1: So it was all a big misunderstanding.

Inmate 2: Pretty much.

Inmate 1: The judge didn’t see it that way?

Inmate 2: No, he said I should have known

Inmate 1: He didn’t consider that you’re too old to know what
flash mob even means, or that young people would do those things

Inmate 2: Exactly.

Inmate 1: Have you declared yourself insane?

Inmate 2: No, but I admitted I made a mistake, said it wouldn’t happen again,
but it wasn’t enough for them.

Inmate 1: Not a very forgiving society.

Inmate 2: They believe in punishment, they even want to punish you for
something you didn’t even know was a mistake.

Inmate 1: How could you have known?

Inmate 2: That’s what I said, I was hoping to become a hero or maybe not that, but I was thinking about surviving, you know when you see zombies you start thinking that your species has to survive and if you don’t kill them your species would go extinct.

Inmate 1: Basic biology.

Inmate 2: Yes, it was my self-preserving instinct kicking in and
I was just doing what had to be done to ensure the continuity of my species.

Inmate 1: Our species.

Inmate 2: Flash mobs jeez.

Inmate 1: Pfff…

Inmate 2: How about you? why are you here?

Inmate 1: I killed 6 people.

Inmate 2: Were they zombies too?

Inmate 1: No, they just pissed me off.

Inmate 2: Fair enough.

El ente ratonero

What does Bruno talks about?

He complains, a lot. Sometimes he talks about religions and complains because they are retarded, sometimes he talks about politics and politicians and complains because they are corrupted AND retarded.

Sometimes he blames the government for his misery. Actually he complains about many things, as if he was an old cranky miserable lonely human being.

And sometimes, like today,  he takes some time to talk about the ente, ese ente mendocino, el ente trabajador.
Ese ente ratonero, lo habian visto comerse las palomas y los ratones, los ratones con caparazon.
El ente caravanero, lo han visto con sombrero Y cantando una cancion. Si se va de tiroteos nadie le llama la atencion.

Era un ente callejero, vive en la calle aragon, aragon y trapo viejo, a la vuelta del camaron.

Camaron canino, del camion con frio, leia la senial viajera del atardecer vacio, en una tarde fria, fria y calurosa, miraba la mariposa que aparecio en el camino del tercer desvio.

Una tarde de enero, de enero y abril, el ente se alborotaba, al haber perdido el alfil, en una partida de poker con su amigo don quijote mientras buscaban una particula, particula de higgs boson que se habia perdido en el casco vacio.

Mi experiencia con el ente de verano no ha sido una positiva, el ente de la cancion no ha tenido compasion en demostrar conocimiento para encontrar el higgs boson.

El caso del ente, no es negativo, negativos son los exponentes que dictan la externalidad, de un problema muy conplejo que no tiene finalidad.

And that’s because of the ente, who’s story shall not be told, by any man or woman who’s bishop has long been gone.

 

That’s when we knew we were alive

There were those nights, warm summer nights, when we were out in the countryside, and we felt the wind on our faces, that’s when we knew, that’s when we knew we were alive.


When we were sitting by the lake, drawing circles in the sand, and just gazing at the stars, then the wind will blow your hair, that’s when we knew we were alive.


And while waiting for a ride, by the side of the autobahn, you dropped your beer, I started to laugh, we got bathed by the sun and we knew we were alive.


On that beach so late at night, taking the dog for a walk, we were swimming in the sea, then a giant wave would come, that’s when we knew we were alive.


And even though it sounds insane, I know we will meet again, you’ll choose the country, I’ll pick the date,  and then we will laugh again 🙂