<?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-2940353900520228342</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:00:58.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Funk!</title><subtitle type='html'>Anotaciones varias de mi mente retorcida (o no tanto) y otras yerbas..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2940353900520228342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532657957574391058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/curtitedeME/imagenes/CurtiteBlogspot/JulieIDBlogspot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940353900520228342.post-2974399186547271779</id><published>2007-12-01T16:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:38:10.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall&lt;br /&gt;Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sn1hUsov7f8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Hey Ronie hun, we MUST have a conversation 'bout the meaning of this song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2940353900520228342-2974399186547271779?l=curtite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/feeds/2974399186547271779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2940353900520228342&amp;postID=2974399186547271779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2940353900520228342/posts/default/2974399186547271779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2940353900520228342/posts/default/2974399186547271779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-like-drugs-but-drugs-like-me.html' title='I don&apos;t like the drugs but the drugs like me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532657957574391058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/curtitedeME/imagenes/CurtiteBlogspot/JulieIDBlogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940353900520228342.post-3635958631096000856</id><published>2007-11-30T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:17:34.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a point in your life&lt;br /&gt;when you get tired&lt;br /&gt;of chasing everyone &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;try to fix everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not giving up,&lt;br /&gt;it's realizing&lt;br /&gt;that you don't need&lt;br /&gt;certain people, the bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the drama they bring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zN9vd9WUiA&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2940353900520228342-3635958631096000856?l=curtite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/feeds/3635958631096000856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2940353900520228342&amp;postID=3635958631096000856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2940353900520228342/posts/default/3635958631096000856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2940353900520228342/posts/default/3635958631096000856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-point-in-your-life-when-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532657957574391058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/curtitedeME/imagenes/CurtiteBlogspot/JulieIDBlogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940353900520228342.post-1010945464452771696</id><published>2007-11-30T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:45:34.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Racists?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Perhaps we should get rid of the term 'racist' all together and just live our lives... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Michael Richards better known as Kramer from tv's Seinfeld. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This was his defense speech in court after making racial comments in his comedy act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He makes some very interesting points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Proud To Be White Someone finally said it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How many are actually paying attention to this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And then there are just Americans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You Call me 'White boy,' 'Cracker,' 'Honkey,' 'Whitey,' 'Caveman' ... and that's OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink ... You call me a racist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have the United Negro College Fund. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have Martin Luther King Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have Black History Month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have Cesar Chavez Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have Yom Hashoah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have the NAACP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You have BET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) we'd be racists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If we had a White Pride Day, you would call us racists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If we had White History Month , we'd be racists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If we had any organization for only whites to 'advance' OUR lives we'd be racists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A white woman could not be in the Miss Black American pageant, but any colour can be in the Miss America pageant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships you know we'd be racists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US. Yet if there were 'White colleges' THAT would be a racist college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am proud. But you call me a racist. Why is it that only whites can be racists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2940353900520228342-1010945464452771696?l=curtite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/feeds/1010945464452771696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2940353900520228342&amp;postID=1010945464452771696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2940353900520228342/posts/default/1010945464452771696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2940353900520228342/posts/default/1010945464452771696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/2007/11/racists.html' title='Racists?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532657957574391058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/curtitedeME/imagenes/CurtiteBlogspot/JulieIDBlogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940353900520228342.post-7375470368958696122</id><published>2007-11-27T13:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:32:00.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raver's Manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our nourishment of choice is Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our addiction of choice is technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our religion of choice is music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our currency of choice is knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our politics of choice is none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our society of choice is utopian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Drop me a line if it will ever be :) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You may be unaware of our existence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We were first drawn by the sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We came to accept that we are all equal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It is in that very instant, with these very realizations that each of us was truly born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourishing ourselves with our own capable hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Programming that tells us to close our mind, instead of opening for clarity in realization.Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of the world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our enemy of choice is ignorance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our weapon of choice is information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The music will never stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The heartbeat will never fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The party will never end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ Freedom ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;There is still lots to figure out and will always be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137558007817173746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBiH3_NWKKg/R0xFycTn-vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X0M2coG4zfU/s320/Sensation_Black_2005_01.jpg" 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Manifesto'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06532657957574391058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://personales.ciudad.com.ar/curtitedeME/imagenes/CurtiteBlogspot/JulieIDBlogspot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UBiH3_NWKKg/R0xFycTn-vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X0M2coG4zfU/s72-c/Sensation_Black_2005_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2940353900520228342.post-1893127816875777998</id><published>2007-11-11T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:09:41.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por algo se empieza..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBiH3_NWKKg/RzfDztaeskI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkBBVxPwowU/s1600-h/livingdeadgirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131785593543373378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UBiH3_NWKKg/RzfDztaeskI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkBBVxPwowU/s320/livingdeadgirl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y luego de mil intentos en vano de querer sacar en forma de palabras al menos algunos de los pensamientos que habitan mi mente, aqui estoy, decidida a empezar de una vez, sin dar mas vueltas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No logro comprender por que uno hace cosas que después odia ver en los demás.. me pasa con eso de ser vueltera, de querer hacer algo y meditarlo hasta meses antes de llevarlo a cabo o incluso no hacerlo nunca.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hace mil que queria tener MI espacio para escribir todas las boludeces que tenga ganas de escribir, y no lo hacia por distintos tipos de "miedos" (que nadie lo lea, que todos lo lean, que no les guste lo que digo, que yo misma lo lea en un tiempo y me parezca zarpadamente estupido, etc etc) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's enough.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Al ke le gusta bien, y al ke no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SE CURTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2940353900520228342-1893127816875777998?l=curtite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curtite.blogspot.com/feeds/1893127816875777998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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