La Pura Neta

Because they are a bunch of people with greed,   the forever fight for more   and not enjoying the fortune already at hand.   The lujos sounding them.   The true friends.   The vicious cycle the devil enjoys   from his undergone LAIR.

Your touch, fills margins of emptiness. No words,  just expressing expres- sion.   The feel of warmth from your skin, softens me next you.

It's just one of those things I thought to enjoy long enough without giving nothing in return. It was funny and I am very glad my subconscious led the way. It's  something in you , guiding you , to who you are now. Think back to the sorry man he becomes.   Same game.   No depth.   Pitiful.

#2012 what not to eat Brie Camembert Feta Blue cheese Queso blanco Queso fresco Panela Unpasteurized milk or juice or eggs Raw fish like sushi Cookie dough but ice cream ok :) No Homemade: Caeser, Béarnaise, Hollandaise, Mayonnaise, desserts with raw Unpasteurized eggs Frozen Pre-stuffed turkey *yuck* Swordfish, tilefish, king mackeral, and shark (safely eat 12oz a week of: catfish, salmon, cod, canned tuna. 6oz of albacore (white) tuna) Deli meats and cold hotdogs Meat spreads: pâtés Smoked seafood, raw shellfish, oysters, clams, and mussels (cooked should be opened), fish from local waters Scrub fruits and veggies Raw sprouts: alfalfa, clover, and radish no soda, coffee, tea, chocolate, energy drinks

Maybe that's the original sin. We create prosperity for our children but they demand more or know of more. What they have,  becomes a minimum. Look at the 50's baby boomers. The hippies.  The  eighties. The computers. The   cells. The self-park cars. The electric car is the closest to using knowledge for the better. Well, there are lots of them but the electric car is  my favorite.

June 18, 2012 I was on top of the stairs, stairs covered in nice, tight, beige-brown color. A flat screen tv was on the wall to my left. It was showing how she was told by another nurse to not forget a meeting. She went to the meeting and that nurse was at the head of the table. There were four more nurses there. Two on each side. My mom had the end of the table. The head nurse, Regina?, said something that made someone else say if it weren't for my mom, she wouldn't be there. A pregnant nurse, on my moms left side, stood up. She explained that my mom was able to talk to her baby. My mom then stands up, goes behind the nurse, and wraps her arms around the belly. The belly gave off an orange glow and she said "It's happy."  A little boy in a dark, denim suit is going up the stairs next to me. I asked a young couple close behind him if that was their son. They said no. Then, a small crowd of people were coming up the stairs. In the front, there was a guy i...

fast pitter-patter of children's feet running across the room. the shuffling under a tight, metal, bed mattress that did second duty as a couch. "are you in?", asked a girl with long straight hair, with eyes that have seen too much for her age. "i'm in", said a boy with ashy brown hair, eyes as green as the sea. "now, teach me how to whistle and i'll teach you how to pop your gum." ok. a creak across the floor, someone else has now entered the home. the footsteps were heard in the kitchen, an extension of the living room. the steps were coming closer. "sshh", said the sister. the brother nodded his head and kept as quiet as possible. but they both couldn't help but scream when the owner of the steps now had his hands wrapped around their ankles and yanked them out from under the bed. "I hope you were cleaning under the bed", said the man with golden skin, eyes as dark as his voice. he let go of their ankles...

i don't think there can ever be a coincidence when past meets present online. its a deliberate search and find, its six degrees of separation. it places people places and things in a meticulous order that goes in an infinite circle. and we're back in the beginning again. is that what we are doing? becoming more advanced to be led into a wild loop chase.

if we are stuck with the original sin, then why aren't the Jewish people stuck with the original forgiveness given to Abraham and his people? Why are certain things stuck for generations?

Oh you, who squeaks in the night You, who pushes out of the ribs the luck, the yearning of freedom of the belief of sight and sound

#1. try not to take them to 'adult' parties #2. don't take them to wash clothes really late at night and wonder why they keep whining #3. teach them to dance #4. I may not agree that he is not ready but, I will be supportive until he is At a certain age  you  want to push boundaries. It might  be  done subconsciously; it's something that's exhilarating and dangerous. But, there are things that just should not be pushed. Want to stay out till 2 am dancing, tagging, or just chillin', fine but don't risk walking down dark corridors or drinking out of botellas destapadas. #5.  kids become fussy and/or whiny after they start to feel better from being sick

Robbers of cultures, monkeys and animals, all sold out washed out White pages, materials Dry weak bodies, souls, no nutrients left in brittle bones Crunching Brittle, falling apart Leeches sucking for life, for meaning to survive.

Lapiz, pluma, libro Es hora de aprender, de acordar el pasado que es aceptado No lo pesado Lo que pesa en las mentes en las manos de la gente que han escrito el pasado El futuro, el presente es hora de apagar la luz de adentro.