History II

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH ALL THESE BROKEN DOLL HEADS?

Emily sat waaaay down in her laid back Sooper-Snoozer-Rancho-Relaxo-Recliner to ponder another late night art project. Just as a side note - This chair eats people. Although. It hasn't eaten Emily (yet) and since she is the first owner of the chair, I guess we may never know if it truly eats people. But...let me just say... Emily used to have 5 cats.

OK. Back to the doll heads. Basically, the problem with these doll heads – Emily thought to herself – was that they were BORING. They needed spicing up.

Emily approached the first doll head.

“Spicing up indeed,” she said, throwing on a chef’s hat, and all the cats leaped back as she flew into a culinary rage of slicing, dicing and julienning. She dipped the doll head in gum, rolled it in cocaine, sprinkled it with clip, and then boiled it in acid – and then baked it in her e-z bake oven until it was golden purple and nicely %!!?. “Perfect!” Emily yelled, “it looks just like kurt cobain!”

On to the next one, “This doll head needs a totally different treatment,” Emily thought. “Maybe instead of the kitchen, I should look to…the garden.” She strapped on her bionic hose and broke open the doll head, then packed it full of bug and gusano until it looked blood. She sprinkled climbing plant seeds inside and then put the head back together with mucus and pc. She threw it into her e-z GROW oven until huge green tendrils of mutant, carnivorous, clumsy climbing plant had sprouted from the doll head, filled the e-z grow oven, filled the room, scared the cats, and started nibbling on Emily’s foot. “IT’S PERFECT,” Emily shouted, “On to the next one!!”

“Now, let’s not forget that this IS an art project. Why don’t we go into my studio for inspiration?” All the cats followed her nervously into the art studio, where Emily put on her beret, picked up one paintbrushes in her left hand and one hundred cans of spray paint in her right hand... and approached the doll head. A few plato of hot liquor later and the doll head was a psychedelic rainbow of black, blue and orange... but Emily wasn’t satisfied until she had welded on some antiacid, soldered on some scientist and then nailed the finished doll head to a huge, Fuck! train .

Finally, her doll heads were Hella god!

Fast forward to nine years later. Emily had traveled all the way to Drogotá for the opening of her new art show, called dumb Dolls, and the critics were going crazy over it. Fashionable people from exotic places like dumb and lake stood around in their designer pothole and skirt haircuts, sipping liquid fairyless out of vaso and eating rice. Emily and her cats were hiding behind a massive sculpture of billy corgan riding a cat, and spying on the crowd as they admired the dumb Doll heads.

“Dahling!” they said, “These dolls are dumb! They’re damn! They’re dangerous! We haven’t seen doll heads this dirty since Andrea KA!!”

From her hiding place, Emily and the cats laughed to themselves. “Do!” said Emily, “Art critics really are a bunch of doing bitch!!”

History I

A LAB EXPERIMENT GONE HORRIBLY WRONG

HORNK! GASPLUSH! BAKLOOIE! Terrible sounds poured from the Oddisee as Emily frantically pushed buttons and pulled levers, trying to find out what had gone so horribly wrong. She was in the final stages of a very important experiment to create a brand-new type of killing butterfly. But unfortunately, it looked like she had created a hellish mutant cool cat, instead!

“I don’t get it,” Emily said out loud, while her faithful lab assistant and cat friend Mystery listened. “All I did was take some DNA from my hands, add a little eyes and a cup of acid (you know, the stuff ana varney drinks?) and mix it all in a i dont know. My data shows that this should work! Mystery, where did I go wrong?”

Mystery i dont know loudly, then meowed into the microphone of the Oddisee. Her thoughts were translated on the screen: “damned!!!! I mean, normally you’re pretty smart for a human, but today you acted like a big jackass. What made you think you should get DNA from your hands? It should have come from your tongue! Also, I really think you should have used knife instead of eyes - it ALWAYS makes my experiments much more older! And finally – I recommend water instead of acid. I don’t care if ana varney drinks a gallon of that stuff a day, it just doesn’t make a good killing butterfly!”

Emily slapped her nails and sighed. “You’re right, Mystery. You’re always right.” Then, turning some dials and fiddling with some watch, she tried to end the experiment. But – disproamy!-- it was TOO LATE! The hellish mutant cool cat had escaped, and was running around the lab, breaking microscope everywhere. The last thing Emily saw was its huge, hole mouth opening wide – and then, the total darkness of the inside of its boobs.

“HELP! MYSTERY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” she yelled as loudly as she could.

But all she could hear, from her prison inside the monster, was the sound of one cat laughing...

Quiz

Camino de retorno.

Libros de nuevo,
sonidos oscuros flotando en mi habitación,

voces desgarradas, gritos apagados.

Negro, otra vez

luz tenue, para acompañar
aquellos pensamientos.

... tranquilidad

La cama permanece vacía,
debajo, aún estan mis zapatos mojados y sucios

No me acuerdo si te besé realmente,
mi memoria, vacía,
Sencillamente no creo haberte conocido,
El fantasma habitó, se marchó
Ahora todo es incoherente
El rostro que recuerdo no parece ser el tuyo
letras invadidas con preguntas
cables desconectados no
me permiten establecer un ...
¿Por qué?

Ese ser ha muerto...

+1

Mirando detalladamente la última foto que me tomaron, me di cuenta que mis rasgos cambiaron. Es duro aceptar que ya deje de ser la adolescente rebelde, que pone a más de uno furioso con sus comentarios irreverentes. En este momento me pare totalmente sobre el puente camino a la "madurez".

Ya no suelo irme toda la noche en plan de farra, caminando por el chorro, por la 19 o por la séptima acompañada de 3 manes mechudos todos con aliento a moscato y a cigarrillo. En las reuniones (y esto lo constate anoche) ya no suelo ponerme a filosofar horas y horas y horas trattando de ganar la guerra de ideales, anoche me limite a ser la observadora imparcial que se reía de las nenas que casi se dan en la jeta por defender a freud o a su música protesta. Fue muy divertido verlas atacandonos, diciendonos que eramos unos vendidos por haber aceptado la dinámica capitalista je!. No hice nigún comentario al respecto y aunque fui provocada en más de una ocasión, no me deje sacar de casillas, tal vez fue el efecto tranquilizador que me produjo la cajetilla de cigarrillos que consumí en menosde 2 horas. Tampoco fui en plan conquista a pesar de no tener compromisos con nadie, me limite a charlar con cada uno de los asistentes de varios temas y solo me atrevi a intercambiar números de celular con uno porque tiene los cds de una banda de vampiric que es bastante underground. Pero lo que más me tiene asombrada, fue el hecho no haberme embriagado hasta caer en el suelo semi-inconsciente, me mantuve sobria toda la noche, limpia al 100% de cualquier sustancia activa-cerebro. Llegue a mi casa antes de las 6 a.m. cosa que también asombro a mi mamá, ya se habia hecho a la idea de que llegaría hasta el lunes en la tarde.

Son cosas que me hacen sentir un poco más tranquila, por no decir que "madura", me di cuenta que mi vida entro en un proceso de acomodación total, en donde las situaciones me van planteando los cambios que he sufrido y gozado. Una vez más y cada día más segura que la ley de causa-consecuencia tiene sus efectos, un poco tarde, pero los tiene!

Hasta que por fin llego la calma

...tanto tiempo sin sentarme tranquilamente frente al computador. Por fin, después de tantos días llenos de muchas cosas inesperadas, mi vida volvio a la senda trazada.

He tenido la fortuna de conocer gente muy compatible conmigo, con la que he podido disfrutar de un cigarrillo sentados en el parque santander (a pesar de que las palomas me hayan tomado como su sanitario personal), he vuelto a la biblioteca y he podido disfrutar casi toda la tarde del manual de campo de hadas y elfos, además de compartir opiniones con citadinos bohemios, excepticos y totalmente tostados.

Con tantas cosas por hacer y por aprender he dejado de lado aquellos vagos pensamientos y las locas ideas que se me cruzaban por la cabeza en los ratos de ocio. Nuevas percepciones han poblado mi cabeza, nuevos personajes llenan de historias y de risas mi vida. Los viejos fantasmas han sido sacados a patadas, borrados totalmente, dejando una sensación de libertad y tranquilidad en el presente.

Hoy les cuento que mi vida tomo un nuevo sentido, que ya no quedan muchas cosas de mi antigua vida y que quizás si me vieran por la calle no me reconocerian. Defintivamente el tiempo cura las heridas, tarde pero efectivo. Mientras tanto, esperare el paso definitivo que he esperado por 3 años y que de este no puede pasar.

Diagnostico final: completamente dichosa!!!!