THE PINCHEST MAN IN THE WORLD - CANCUNNEAN (SCANDINAVIAN) TROPIC
Hello. Welcome to my "aquelarre". The Pinchest Man In The World.
If you are listening with your children, is a great moment to time to sneak some marijuana butter in their breakfast too and pump up the volume to this show. Here, where smoking dope is advised for children, and also a terrible felony. So, no, don't drug your children. It is having a good time what this is created for (as in the streets of Barcelona fun is over, but this is recent, Barcelona was way cooler).
So.. once again, The Pinchest Man In The World convenes... A smell of colitas, rising up to the air.
"Everyone smokes pot" The Beatles (in I Am The Walruss)
If you are operating, an open heart surgery situation, is time to make the joke to the nurse of an non existing instrument, invent one word, ask hastily for it, and wait to have a laugh about this cruel incident that makes your frozen heart to simile. So, ride on kids, keep on laughing as you fucking want, you are all welcome here.
The most funny is that my ways in the English will be mysterious. As not even I know how to perform in this language. The Pinchest Man In The World is meant to be pinche about avery pincheness that is there for me to sodomize with this accent under construction.
Join your hands, hold tight, and spread your brains, as we will start soon this "pinche" adventure.
Welcome to holy ground, my horrible place, here where I share flat with a Basque old ex prisoner in his haunted house with a big terrace that nobody uses as we are all very frightened to leave our own rooms. I'm the only one under 60 and unarmed in my flat. So I take precautions. The brought a pitbull recently, and a fat woman that smokes a lot of dope.
This is my island. My kibbutz. My sacred realm for making everything possible. A pressure and atmosphere so dense that any small victory is like a superbowl win. As a person who is beginning to rot, it will be perfectly normal to start speaking with some nonesenselesness, like old people do, something which I'm all for, like praying to a fat white man was before very important to me, talking funny or sitting my ass in the throne is important, see Queen's Mother ass. Keep calm and keep calming, Charles, you, ass, leaving D, for Camila...
Asses will winterly freeze off soon, so the streets and beaches oblige. Art, music and podcasts arising. A group of comedians, that is what I'm carrying inside me. And the result is yet unknown. Keep talking, Johnny Talker.
Friendlessness is great for the moment I am in my life, although having mistresses is something far necessary now. Disserting about this without losing listeners is a real challenge. My life, was such a sad affair, I became a journalist, whore and artist. Known by no one, mistreated by them all. This is my comparative advantage, I don't care about them, I care about them if i have to write to them or about...
We take the waves, from our unexpensive corner. Wait, no waves here. We hire servers and ex military communication systems owned by governments and Google, richer already than all Europe and the States, soon, will be outnumbered and bought entirely, so the glory hole of this new cold war world explodes in our face when we are all hugging, trembling, exclaiming: "Shit, it is too late".
That's the Mexican buey, digo, guey, digo, way. To see things how they pass, unseize the day, uncarpe diem. Be unproud (sic) of the million of assholes we mass produce and depend on us to get their world either working, going or producing the expected results. We are being discovered, conquered, employed, hired, destroyed, selled, exchanged, becoming numbers, accounts.
So it comes at the end of the way or the the day, time to make balance, to fight for some freedom, to bend the rules a little, be a little naughty, be a little treath, be an asshole as the rest...
Things will continue changing and we will be more hard to follow up with reality, keep our interest around matters will be unnecessary, so, before this happens, we have to set straight some strategies in order to not fall apart as many empires do. Yes, we are the privileged people that hate our empire but unable to live in a more cosmopolitan and fair world without it, so, you need the empire to keep you feeding and giving your desires, low wages and loans. Yo need an empire to feel free to fight against one. And is time for positive, big, effective, changes.
Podemos.
Podemos in Spain.
Guanyem in Barcelona.
Citizens taking over. That is what we all need to grow. Forget diseases, terror and wars. Let us lead this changes, take you out from deciding priorities is our priority.
It is really important to me to try this. As my goal is to go to Stockholm and becoming the funniest Latin there. As you know they have both, the most funny director, Ingmar Berman, and the funniest writer and journalist Stieg Larsson.
Aso... Hej!
And they need me. As Mexican I can say to them when they are being socially fair and when they are sliding into fascism. Sweden, also a contradictory place to be slightly not arian... Where smoking dope is expensive and a felony (almost everything is).
So liberal in so many ways, and so fucking fascist in others. The fucking dichotomy bullshit that I vouch against...
If you have parents in some moment music will be louder and words as: assfuck will be pronounced, so go hide and find something safe to experiment with (marijuana).
Beautiful days is something I'm tired of. So, yes, lately I feel tempted to go to Sweden. But creating my future in a studio is somehow compelling and new to me. So this is the appeal that Sweden offers to this man. Winter, women, winning against losing time... I'm not sure if even they have comedy clubs, probably they won't. But bringing some from Mexicans can make Sweden a lot better... Learning Swedish is the trick, I would get paid for learning, and it is the only way I'll get closer to the Nobel prize. As I don't write that much as to win one soon (but i do write, enough as to be a nominee at least).
My ways are mysterious and I hope that my ways are presented with more ways and gueys, and yet, to say, ay guey qué guey o way seguiré, no lo sé. Whatever guey. Whatever gûero. Anyway... In the confines of my mind I'm creating a space for my voice and to see if what I carry inside moves you to laughter or provokes you... Is a matter of time, weeks, months, years, perhaps never. But is a win win thinh, need to recruit mild winners to this...
In Sweden people are super tall and cute, but morally, mmm... And the blood in their veins... Not very Latin. So... I don't know... But I'm sure we can have fun there and improve a couple of aspects of the political line that I also construct and hold to, and I won't show here as I want to fuge from respectability or politics.
Beautiful Swedish days, winter, dark days. Is what my life deserves... I need another soul, either inside me (as Swedish) or beside me (as a Swed).
"Immigrant Song"
I'm crazy. Recently I have considered learning German from scratch. But let's talk about important changes. Some marijuana wouldn't hurt Sweden, then museums, women and comedians will be more fun. As well raising children like bunnies... Sweden will be more fun with mota, take note, toma nota. That is one of my goals. Bring free smoking associations to all the blond arians that already hates me as I'm massive targeting their females...
I mean the first country to accept the State of Palestine, and yet, no legal marijuana to their seven million privileged citizens. Even in Islandia, they have the higher proportion of plants by citizens. So, Swedem, this is one of this little things that make you sway slightly into fascism.
Have some mota, toma nota, take note, have some dope.
(Cont...)
Recuerdo cuando intenté comprar vino o cerveza en el súper.
Los préstamos por aprender el idioma.
Tener un hijo.
Los precios prohibitivos de los bares y discotecas.
La carne de reno.
If you are listening with your children, is a great moment to time to sneak some marijuana butter in their breakfast too and pump up the volume to this show. Here, where smoking dope is advised for children, and also a terrible felony. So, no, don't drug your children. It is having a good time what this is created for (as in the streets of Barcelona fun is over, but this is recent, Barcelona was way cooler).
So.. once again, The Pinchest Man In The World convenes... A smell of colitas, rising up to the air.
"Everyone smokes pot" The Beatles (in I Am The Walruss)
If you are operating, an open heart surgery situation, is time to make the joke to the nurse of an non existing instrument, invent one word, ask hastily for it, and wait to have a laugh about this cruel incident that makes your frozen heart to simile. So, ride on kids, keep on laughing as you fucking want, you are all welcome here.
The most funny is that my ways in the English will be mysterious. As not even I know how to perform in this language. The Pinchest Man In The World is meant to be pinche about avery pincheness that is there for me to sodomize with this accent under construction.
Join your hands, hold tight, and spread your brains, as we will start soon this "pinche" adventure.
Welcome to holy ground, my horrible place, here where I share flat with a Basque old ex prisoner in his haunted house with a big terrace that nobody uses as we are all very frightened to leave our own rooms. I'm the only one under 60 and unarmed in my flat. So I take precautions. The brought a pitbull recently, and a fat woman that smokes a lot of dope.
This is my island. My kibbutz. My sacred realm for making everything possible. A pressure and atmosphere so dense that any small victory is like a superbowl win. As a person who is beginning to rot, it will be perfectly normal to start speaking with some nonesenselesness, like old people do, something which I'm all for, like praying to a fat white man was before very important to me, talking funny or sitting my ass in the throne is important, see Queen's Mother ass. Keep calm and keep calming, Charles, you, ass, leaving D, for Camila...
Asses will winterly freeze off soon, so the streets and beaches oblige. Art, music and podcasts arising. A group of comedians, that is what I'm carrying inside me. And the result is yet unknown. Keep talking, Johnny Talker.
Friendlessness is great for the moment I am in my life, although having mistresses is something far necessary now. Disserting about this without losing listeners is a real challenge. My life, was such a sad affair, I became a journalist, whore and artist. Known by no one, mistreated by them all. This is my comparative advantage, I don't care about them, I care about them if i have to write to them or about...
We take the waves, from our unexpensive corner. Wait, no waves here. We hire servers and ex military communication systems owned by governments and Google, richer already than all Europe and the States, soon, will be outnumbered and bought entirely, so the glory hole of this new cold war world explodes in our face when we are all hugging, trembling, exclaiming: "Shit, it is too late".
That's the Mexican buey, digo, guey, digo, way. To see things how they pass, unseize the day, uncarpe diem. Be unproud (sic) of the million of assholes we mass produce and depend on us to get their world either working, going or producing the expected results. We are being discovered, conquered, employed, hired, destroyed, selled, exchanged, becoming numbers, accounts.
So it comes at the end of the way or the the day, time to make balance, to fight for some freedom, to bend the rules a little, be a little naughty, be a little treath, be an asshole as the rest...
Things will continue changing and we will be more hard to follow up with reality, keep our interest around matters will be unnecessary, so, before this happens, we have to set straight some strategies in order to not fall apart as many empires do. Yes, we are the privileged people that hate our empire but unable to live in a more cosmopolitan and fair world without it, so, you need the empire to keep you feeding and giving your desires, low wages and loans. Yo need an empire to feel free to fight against one. And is time for positive, big, effective, changes.
Podemos.
Podemos in Spain.
Guanyem in Barcelona.
Citizens taking over. That is what we all need to grow. Forget diseases, terror and wars. Let us lead this changes, take you out from deciding priorities is our priority.
It is really important to me to try this. As my goal is to go to Stockholm and becoming the funniest Latin there. As you know they have both, the most funny director, Ingmar Berman, and the funniest writer and journalist Stieg Larsson.
Aso... Hej!
And they need me. As Mexican I can say to them when they are being socially fair and when they are sliding into fascism. Sweden, also a contradictory place to be slightly not arian... Where smoking dope is expensive and a felony (almost everything is).
So liberal in so many ways, and so fucking fascist in others. The fucking dichotomy bullshit that I vouch against...
If you have parents in some moment music will be louder and words as: assfuck will be pronounced, so go hide and find something safe to experiment with (marijuana).
Beautiful days is something I'm tired of. So, yes, lately I feel tempted to go to Sweden. But creating my future in a studio is somehow compelling and new to me. So this is the appeal that Sweden offers to this man. Winter, women, winning against losing time... I'm not sure if even they have comedy clubs, probably they won't. But bringing some from Mexicans can make Sweden a lot better... Learning Swedish is the trick, I would get paid for learning, and it is the only way I'll get closer to the Nobel prize. As I don't write that much as to win one soon (but i do write, enough as to be a nominee at least).
My ways are mysterious and I hope that my ways are presented with more ways and gueys, and yet, to say, ay guey qué guey o way seguiré, no lo sé. Whatever guey. Whatever gûero. Anyway... In the confines of my mind I'm creating a space for my voice and to see if what I carry inside moves you to laughter or provokes you... Is a matter of time, weeks, months, years, perhaps never. But is a win win thinh, need to recruit mild winners to this...
In Sweden people are super tall and cute, but morally, mmm... And the blood in their veins... Not very Latin. So... I don't know... But I'm sure we can have fun there and improve a couple of aspects of the political line that I also construct and hold to, and I won't show here as I want to fuge from respectability or politics.
Beautiful Swedish days, winter, dark days. Is what my life deserves... I need another soul, either inside me (as Swedish) or beside me (as a Swed).
"Immigrant Song"
I'm crazy. Recently I have considered learning German from scratch. But let's talk about important changes. Some marijuana wouldn't hurt Sweden, then museums, women and comedians will be more fun. As well raising children like bunnies... Sweden will be more fun with mota, take note, toma nota. That is one of my goals. Bring free smoking associations to all the blond arians that already hates me as I'm massive targeting their females...
I mean the first country to accept the State of Palestine, and yet, no legal marijuana to their seven million privileged citizens. Even in Islandia, they have the higher proportion of plants by citizens. So, Swedem, this is one of this little things that make you sway slightly into fascism.
Have some mota, toma nota, take note, have some dope.
(Cont...)
Recuerdo cuando intenté comprar vino o cerveza en el súper.
Los préstamos por aprender el idioma.
Tener un hijo.
Los precios prohibitivos de los bares y discotecas.
La carne de reno.
