<?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-8577922</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:19:38.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cinema Kamikase ( self portrait of an idiot that writes)"</title><subtitle type='html'>" Pero yo no quiero estar entre locos " señaló la niña,

"Oh no puedes evitarlo " dijó el gato,

" Aqui todos estamos locos . Yo estoy loco tu estas loca "

" ¿ Como sabes que estoy loca ? " preguntó la niña,

" Debes estarlo" - dijó el gato .- " De otra forma no estarias aqui " .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-113142091125465733</id><published>2005-11-07T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:40:35.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium L</title><content type='html'>Disculpe cantinero , podria avisarme cuando ya este muerto , no quiero molestarlo toda la noche &lt;br /&gt;No se preocupe , lo sabra cuando lo este&lt;br /&gt;Ese es el problema , no se siquiera si estoy vivo en este momento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-113142091125465733?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/113142091125465733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=113142091125465733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/113142091125465733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/113142091125465733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/11/valium-l.html' title='Valium L'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-112284044055824230</id><published>2005-07-31T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:16:11.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium K ( Bitch )</title><content type='html'>Hay un hombre semidesnudo en tu cama y no soy yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso seria mucho pedir para ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El chocolate gigante le suplica de rodillas al cerdo que se lo coma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el pedofilo tiene una indgestion terrible , anoche defeco a todas las niñas de 12 que se habia tragado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangro tanto como sus ellas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no te entretengo mas &lt;br /&gt;tu cliente esta en la puerta esperando .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo espero volver a verte&lt;br /&gt;aun no se porque .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-112284044055824230?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/112284044055824230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=112284044055824230' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112284044055824230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112284044055824230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/07/valium-k-bitch.html' title='Valium K ( Bitch )'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-112200363742954237</id><published>2005-07-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:40:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m a loser baby Inc.</title><content type='html'>Hoy es el dia &lt;br /&gt;sabes , saldre a buscar mujeres&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;br /&gt;si eso hare !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh a quien quiero engañar &lt;br /&gt;si no puedo ni encotrar mis pantalones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-112200363742954237?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/112200363742954237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=112200363742954237' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112200363742954237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112200363742954237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-loser-baby-inc.html' title='I´m a loser baby Inc.'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-112167338509709493</id><published>2005-07-18T00:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:56:25.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium J</title><content type='html'>La liebre se pregunta &lt;br /&gt;El ave se pregunta &lt;br /&gt;El mounstro y el peluche se preguntan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ Algun dia nos saldra algo bien ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ Algun dia seremos felices ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quejas marque la tecla # 1 y sugerencias marque la tecla # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ Algun dia podremos jugar sin sacarnos los ojos ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ Podremos amar a alguien sin que nos de una infeccion benerea ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-112167338509709493?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/112167338509709493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=112167338509709493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112167338509709493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112167338509709493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/07/valium-j.html' title='Valium J'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-112167284507258368</id><published>2005-07-18T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:47:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium I</title><content type='html'>-I have a new boy mom&lt;br /&gt;- I dont really know whats his name , but he is really funny &lt;br /&gt;- I like when he walks , he is a little bit dirty he always has blood in his mouth and shirt&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt like to talk , he only makes strage noises.&lt;br /&gt;Mom , Im in love of a living death &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MOM - Well , at least he loves you ...&lt;br /&gt;at least he loves you ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-112167284507258368?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/112167284507258368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=112167284507258368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112167284507258368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112167284507258368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/07/valium-i.html' title='Valium I'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-112167255327726950</id><published>2005-07-18T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:42:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium H</title><content type='html'>Gracias subconsiente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me ayudas a diferenciar cuando alguien realmente me quiere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o me esta acosando sexualmente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-112167255327726950?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/112167255327726950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=112167255327726950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112167255327726950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/112167255327726950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/07/valium-h.html' title='Valium H'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111973008923460590</id><published>2005-06-25T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:42:22.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium G</title><content type='html'>Winnie- Pooh esta muerto , vi su cadaver anoche &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su mejor amigo Pigglet esta muy ebrio para suicidarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  y poder acompañarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo intento una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  en el intento mato a la madre de Rito .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pero para el no tuvo mayor importancia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  al contrario Rito le dio las gracias y para recompensarlo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  le dio 2 tiros en la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pigglet nunca fue mas feliz en su vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111973008923460590?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111973008923460590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111973008923460590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111973008923460590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111973008923460590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/valium-g.html' title='Valium G'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111958685161980308</id><published>2005-06-23T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:20:51.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The scholar suicide bubble-gum friendship</title><content type='html'>Friends are already gone&lt;br /&gt;they`ll be back with strawberry bubble-gum&lt;br /&gt;red like if it were cover with blood&lt;br /&gt;red eye liner that seems to be blood&lt;br /&gt;classrooms full of boys&lt;br /&gt;with bubble - gum hair&lt;br /&gt;that seems to be semen&lt;br /&gt;Writing all day in their bloody notebooks full of strawberry songs&lt;br /&gt;Suicide is the only sport in school&lt;br /&gt;students practice it every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111958685161980308?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111958685161980308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111958685161980308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111958685161980308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111958685161980308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/scholar-suicide-bubble-gum-friendship.html' title='The scholar suicide bubble-gum friendship'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111828840556541588</id><published>2005-06-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:42:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium F</title><content type='html'>In my free time I like to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of "normal " is in the diccionary .&lt;br /&gt;If you ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111828840556541588?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111828840556541588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111828840556541588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828840556541588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828840556541588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/valium-f.html' title='Valium F'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111828819283375570</id><published>2005-06-08T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:36:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday , I was death</title><content type='html'>Todas las mañanas despiertas con el mismo olor , lo conoces bien &lt;br /&gt;diario lo hueles .&lt;br /&gt;es ese olor putrefacto de saber que estas vivo , y que sigues respirandolo .&lt;br /&gt;Aveces te pierdes en una botella deseando que desaparesca por unos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero algun dia lo dejaras de oler , y llegara a ti un nuevo y extraño olor&lt;br /&gt;tal vez para algunos sea un aroma dulce y calido y para otros una peste que jamas acabara.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo espero que el olor sea respirable &lt;br /&gt;y que haya valido la pena oler aquel olor a mierda que olia a diario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111828819283375570?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111828819283375570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111828819283375570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828819283375570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828819283375570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesterday-i-was-death.html' title='Yesterday , I was death'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111828585929613173</id><published>2005-06-08T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:57:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium E</title><content type='html'>Si una rata supiera el verdadero valor de la vida humana  , &lt;br /&gt;Le suplicaria que se rebajara a mi nivel y me lo explicara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111828585929613173?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111828585929613173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111828585929613173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828585929613173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828585929613173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/valium-e.html' title='Valium E'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111828517759585731</id><published>2005-06-08T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:04:38.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The eternal misery</title><content type='html'>La desgracia de cualquiera , cargar con un billete de 500 , nadie lo quiere aceptar  , es demasiado exito y felicidad para que lo puedas disfrutar , ahora es cuando te das cuenta que no vale la pena soportar a ese gordo que come y habla mientras escupe la comida que cae en tu cara cuando te grita y hace ver tu ineptitud ante los otros compañeros que solo esperan el dia en que te mueras para poder ocupar tu lugar , sin mencionar al casero y a tu esposa reclamando su bonificacion quincenal que reciben de tu parte gracias a que te la pasas todo el dia sentado pudriendote en una oficina de mierda mientras ellos no pueden ni levantar sus asquerosos traseros de la silla ya que lo unico que saben hacer es gritar para exigir mas y mas. Valdria mas la pena recibir solo 200 o 100 aunque no faltara el que tampoco lo acepte , enrealidad lo unico que deseas es tener cambio para el autobus o el metro y dejar de tener delirios de grandeza , esas cosas no son para ti .&lt;br /&gt;Solo 2 estaciones y estaras en casa  , sin cambio ni dinero de nuevo , alado de tu esposa denuevo , denuevo .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111828517759585731?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111828517759585731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111828517759585731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828517759585731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111828517759585731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/eternal-misery.html' title='The eternal misery'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111777651332891371</id><published>2005-06-02T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:28:33.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium D</title><content type='html'>Mi ultimo cigarro .&lt;br /&gt;Mi ultimo cartucho .&lt;br /&gt;¿ Cuantas ventanas tienen que construirse para tener el valor de aventarce por una de ellas ?&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;¿ Cuantas balas necesitas tener metidas en la cabeza para saber que estas muerto ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111777651332891371?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111777651332891371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111777651332891371' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111777651332891371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111777651332891371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/valium-d.html' title='Valium D'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111777576988582201</id><published>2005-06-02T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:16:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium C</title><content type='html'>Alcohol is over.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is over.&lt;br /&gt;My life is over.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke pass into my lungs , like a special guest.&lt;br /&gt;I think the autodestruction bussines is more fun than being sitting in hell all day , watching porn on tv.&lt;br /&gt;What´s new ? &lt;br /&gt;You have a new life my boy  , a new wife , a new job and a new style of life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hace the worst luck in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111777576988582201?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111777576988582201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111777576988582201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111777576988582201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111777576988582201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/06/valium-c.html' title='Valium C'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111742344837389848</id><published>2005-05-29T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:41:22.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium B</title><content type='html'>La flor inseminada artificialmente se siente algo insegura de salir a la calle &lt;br /&gt;No encuentra su lugar &lt;br /&gt;Tiene miedo .&lt;br /&gt;Aborrese ver a otra flores y le provocan nauseas &lt;br /&gt;Al final de la estacion hay un niño sin pantalones quedice conocerte&lt;br /&gt;Deberias ir a verlo .&lt;br /&gt;Se oye algo desesperado .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111742344837389848?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111742344837389848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111742344837389848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111742344837389848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111742344837389848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/05/valium-b.html' title='Valium B'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111742333482789976</id><published>2005-05-29T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:41:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valium A</title><content type='html'>Please Mom dont cry for money , when I grow up I would build you a house of gold&lt;br /&gt;- Thank you son , I know you will (crying)&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah , and when its finished Im going to burn it with you inside  , for all the nights You spend in the burdel bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please call a doctor , I think Im dying &lt;br /&gt;- no you are not , you are not so lucky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111742333482789976?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111742333482789976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111742333482789976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111742333482789976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111742333482789976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/05/valium.html' title='Valium A'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-111742361253237984</id><published>2005-05-29T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:26:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usless motherfucker</title><content type='html'>Con algo de Buenos modales conseguire trabajo amor , te lo prometo &lt;br /&gt;- Te hace falta algo mas que eso inutil impotente&lt;br /&gt;- Ahh como me alegra que estes muerta perra , no sabes que feliz me hace pensar en ello &lt;br /&gt;- Aunque tus malditos gritos se hayan quedado imporegnados en mi cerebro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-111742361253237984?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/111742361253237984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=111742361253237984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111742361253237984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/111742361253237984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2005/05/usless-motherfucker.html' title='Usless motherfucker'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-110223137784921174</id><published>2004-12-04T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T23:22:57.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>Lo tienes que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Tienes que pensar diario&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 y muchas mas&lt;br /&gt;piensas mucho&lt;br /&gt;se te ha caido el cerebro , el Corazon el higado y los riñones&lt;br /&gt;ahora solo te queda recuperarlos&lt;br /&gt;tendras que pensar un poco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-110223137784921174?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/110223137784921174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=110223137784921174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/110223137784921174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/110223137784921174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='..............'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-110036653829916706</id><published>2004-11-13T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T09:22:18.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOTA</title><content type='html'>Lo habia tenido todo y lo perdi&lt;br /&gt;lo perdi como siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Tenía toda una cajetilla entera&lt;br /&gt;y me fume todo hasta las colillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenia una coleccion de botellas&lt;br /&gt;y todas me las bebi hasta ahogar todas mis neuronas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien tenia el cargador de mi 9mm llena&lt;br /&gt;y desperdicie tiro por tiro en idiotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien , ahora solo me queda un miserable tiro&lt;br /&gt;pero se que soy tan idiota &lt;br /&gt;que pondre la pistola en la cabeza y fallare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo me quedare sentado &lt;br /&gt;pudriendome por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al morir mi cuerpo alimentara a la tierra&lt;br /&gt;y de ahi nacera mas miseria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-110036653829916706?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/110036653829916706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=110036653829916706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/110036653829916706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/110036653829916706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2004/11/idiota.html' title='IDIOTA'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-110004629654239535</id><published>2004-11-09T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T10:14:39.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Mama lo sacó de la tina.&lt;br /&gt;Lo envolvio tiernamente en la toalla&lt;br /&gt;y despues lo vistio con su pijama de ositos mientras le besaba el cabello.&lt;br /&gt;Luego lo abarazo y le dijo lo mucho que lo quería.&lt;br /&gt;- yo tambien mamita !&lt;br /&gt;respondio el niño.&lt;br /&gt;La madre lo cargó y lo llevo hasta su cama&lt;br /&gt;donde madre e hijo se arrodillaron y juntaron sus manos para orar,&lt;br /&gt;el niño pidio por todos los niños sin amor en el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya terminada la oracion , metío a su hijo dentro de las sabanas calientitas .&lt;br /&gt;Entonces saco un cuento para leercelo , el mismo cuanto de hadas que le leia&lt;br /&gt;todas las noches.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se dio cuenta &lt;br /&gt;el niño ya estaba dormido&lt;br /&gt;asi que le dio un beso en la frente.&lt;br /&gt;Pero antes de apagar la luz ,de un momento a otro ,  tomo una almohada que estaba en la cama y la presiono a la cabeza del niño , para que ya no pudiera respirar&lt;br /&gt;despues la retiro&lt;br /&gt;y no se oian mas suspiros&lt;br /&gt;lo habia asfixiado.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces salio del cuarto apagando las luces&lt;br /&gt;y al cerrar la puerta solo dijo tiernamente:&lt;br /&gt;buenas noches hijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-110004629654239535?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/110004629654239535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=110004629654239535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/110004629654239535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577922/posts/default/110004629654239535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/2004/11/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Baruq S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677594181897649406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577922.post-109997615187617521</id><published>2004-11-08T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:55:51.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Mouse E.</title><content type='html'>Elisa vaga sola por los pasillos de la biblioteca ,&lt;br /&gt;sola como todas las tardes , todas las noches , todos los dias.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a que alguien la saque de ahi , &lt;br /&gt;pero esta noche no todo esta mal.&lt;br /&gt;Ha sacado un libro nuevo del anaquel derrumbado.&lt;br /&gt;Lo comienza a leer :&lt;br /&gt;Es la historia de una niña &lt;br /&gt;que vaga sola por los pasillos de la biblioteca , &lt;br /&gt;sola como todas las tardes , todas las noches , todos los dias&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a que alguien la saque de ahi , &lt;br /&gt;pero esta noche no todo esta mal.&lt;br /&gt;Ha sacado un libro nuevo del anaquel derrumbado.&lt;br /&gt;Lo comienza a leer:&lt;br /&gt;Es la historia de una niña&lt;br /&gt;que vaga sola por los pasillos de la biblioteca....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-109997615187617521?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/109997615187617521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577922&amp;postID=109997615187617521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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crueldad.&lt;br /&gt;Flotaba en el aire el anuncio de una muerte suspensa.&lt;br /&gt;Eran las tres de la tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Maria aplastada.&lt;br /&gt;Casi vencida.&lt;br /&gt;Caminaba bajo el sol.&lt;br /&gt;Las calles vacias pedian su sentido ante el deslumbramiento.&lt;br /&gt;El calor seco y horrible le cortaba la respiracion.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no importa , dentro de ella hay un lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Agudo.&lt;br /&gt;Helado.&lt;br /&gt;Que era aun peor que el sol .&lt;br /&gt;Pero de alguna manera tambien era un refugio.&lt;br /&gt;Una especie de venganza contra ella misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577922-109909290318293030?l=baruqu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baruqu.blogspot.com/feeds/109909290318293030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Paraiso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pase por la calle Velvet la semana pasada ahí estaba sentada una mujer de muy buena pinta , nos sentamos a charlar un poco y le propuse llevarla a un hotel en cuanto pudiera , me dijo que pasara por ella en 2 horas y que estaría lista así que lo hice .&lt;br /&gt;En EL HOTEL serví unos tragos ,  nos sentamos y empezamos a hablar de negocios :&lt;br /&gt;Eres puta no es así&lt;br /&gt;Si así lo quieres llamar&lt;br /&gt;Lo dude un segundo y enseguida agregue :&lt;br /&gt;No te traje aquí por sexo , es solo que te voy a contar algo&lt;br /&gt;La mujer se sintió extraña pero enseguida agrego:&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy aquí para ser tuya el tiempo que puedas pagar&lt;br /&gt;Acepte la oferta de inmediato el acuerdo llego a 500.&lt;br /&gt;Empecé a hablar realmente fluido ,  el relato acerca del asesino que vivía en mi casa ,  la tenia sumamente asustada lo note por el constante babeo que escurría de su boca como fluido.&lt;br /&gt;Pero tenia que acabar y así seguí toda la noche mientras notaba que poco a poco se ponía morada y su cuello rojo con arterias saltadas ,  pero no me detuve  , era el asesino  que se veía en el espejo cuando me bañaba  o cuando iba al bar a tomar unos tragos pero aun así no pare no pare , no pare , no pare , no pare.&lt;br /&gt;Para este punto de la narración lo considere terminado finalmente ,  después me dirigí a ella:&lt;br /&gt;Siento la demora aquí esta su cheque , pero su respuesta no fue mas fría y fúnebre que el fluido que escurría de su vientre tiñendo su minifalda y pantaletas blancas y solo se podía reflejar a través del instrumento de cocina que lucia ensartado en su pecho , pero no reflejaba a alguien , solo se veía un cuerpo azul y sin tetas.&lt;br /&gt;Así que deje el cheque en la cama tome mi abrigo y salí de la habitación&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento , debí haberlo revivido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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