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12. - The Paca was rebelled to me

“You have gone with me, Jiménez” said yesterday to Paca, to tenor my conscience to me (for which they are gotten up to this blog, that I will say that of course they are not many. There they). ” How you can think that it would change you by a banana! ““To insinuate that if outside with a banana she would be cowherd, but always with respect, and to even declare publicly that I am a species of cerebral religious Mantis. Or conciencial, that is almost worse because it does not exist as word” really continued gotten upset.I never thought that the Pacas could be gotten upset. When being so within you, he is because you do not think that they have his small heart, his sense of as particular humor as the one of anyone, and, I do not know, its blond hair or something thus. Tirabuzones, perhaps. (It has eggs, not me digais that I exaggerate, which is the vocabulary: tirabuzones. Strip mailboxes. And what the mailmen recogan)- Paca, you must understand it. A little in the appeared sense spoke.- You always walk excusándote in that. That if you say that, or the other, or even the one of beyond. But that yes, in sense always appeared. And that ends up jodiendo a little.- But already you know me. you know…- The only thing that I know is that I believe that Millás and Gonzalo Suarez have made in you too much notch. You try to emulate to them and you do not have its category. For that reason I was born. And also the monkey. But of you, my dear Jiménez, of you, you cannot escape. Neither with me, nor without me.- you see like sometimes it give fear me, Paca. Reason why you say and reason why you are.- Your personages are you yourself. Better, your personages are that part of you who you do not want to see…- For, Paca, really that these giving a little me fear. you see me like a monkey? Cree that I need to put in your mouth things that I do not dare to say? - Not At heart I am the monkey and a rhetorical toy. Appeared. And that if that gives fear. To think that your conscience is appeared or rhetorical.- But…- But there are no peros, Jiménez. Voveré when you really need to me.And it was shut up. It is certain. The conscience was shut up to me. In fact, at the outset I thought that it was exaggerating and with the news of the television newscast it would return to indignant me. But when they spoke of Israel, the Lebanon, the kidnapped soldiers and the bombing to the airport of Beirut, I felt a great restlessness, because I did not feel anything don't mention it. Neither it rages, nor pain, nor indignation, nor boredom. Then I realized of which my conscience had disappeared. And I felt panic.Quickly to calm that fear, I put myself to look for the monkey. Monkey, monito, where you are. And I did not find it. I searched carefully and I searched carefully. I put the house and cocche above legs. Even the trastero to which it did not lower months ago, revolví poniédolo legs above also with the hidden spirit if it did not find to some of them, to find at least something that recomposed a little to me the spirit. But no. Single I found fotocromo as much signed by Raul which I lost a long time ago, as the one that I lost him to him. And the house keys. And I became to put the wind up. To find the house keys gave me front with the reality of my same one. With its absence. I felt, even, fear of same me. Like the boy who covers itself with sheets to palliate the fear of one night of storm and ghosts. With those white sheets that as much it liked to me monkey.I was everything afternoon shivering. Shivering and poniendome dozens of tititas in all my body. You shiver to cure the wounds that I had done to me, to my conscience, and I suppose that also my monkey, although with the hair less will be seen him, but surely than it has them. For that reason, in front of the mirror, I covered my body of trocitos with rectangular pegadizo plastic, trying to guess where the consciences live, where they live the Pacas on each one and thus aliviralas something.I put a pair of dozens in the head and the face, that I believe that it is where there are but possibilities that it lives. the one of the mouth me I had it to clear after several seconds. Not to axfisiar to me. Also I put myself you shiver in the arms, although without many hope. Eight or ten. But I do not believe that the conscience lives an arm and to be pending to cut to the nails every week. I put other five or six in each leg. Two in a foot, the left one, and three a finger meñique of the right foot, that is the one that hurts more. The legs if they gave more hopes me by that of which a conscience must of paterate a little the left hemisphere of your brain. A good kick of your conscience, your particular Paca, and to feel.Also I put one in the left testicle, but I do not believe either that they live there. He would be too machista. So I cleared me arrancandome immediately painfully several pelillos. God, that pain.But it did not work either. What yes the stupor face worked fué first and healthy descojono after my two daughters. After being astonished, much then already they do not know me, they were begun either from laughter as single they know to ***reflx mng themselves. With its so particular laughter and during several minutes and tears, they said: “papa, these atontao. You have seen that dot you take” “Loquito is my father” said the small Paula, that is, Paulita. And they occurred to the return riéndo. although all this me I imagined it, like its faces, because I could not see it. You shiver them that they covered each one of my eyes prevented to see everything and nothing me. And when not seeing anything, I stuck cocotazo against the corner of the wall of my bathroom. Or that believed I, because it really was in the kitchen and I struck myself with the refrigerator.And I say that it worked because at least the sense of the ridiculous situation went to me: “Pero you have seen that dot of gilipollas you have with all those you shiver. Piltrafilla”Piltrafilla. Thus it is as it felt to me. Without conscience, without monkey, hairs in a testicle and pride. And with a dwelled eye, covered by it shivers it, but mulberry. And you shiver by all the sides. Gilipollas and piltrafilla.In that, my friend called to me Elisa de Filmax. Of Filmax it is not a last name. it is a work place. She said to me that she was pregnant woman, of two months, who was moved, just as Alberto, his husband, who he was not embarrassed but was moved. And she also moved me to me. Much, because I want much to them to both. Good, I will confess that to Elisa a little more (I wish the best thing you for the three). Thus, all moved, fell to me all you shiver them. It seemed a tiritero tree in autumn, with all you shiver falls, in the ground.And I knew that habias be you, Paca. With the good eye I watched towards the furniture of the entrance and saw that the house keys were not. And I smiled. Good, first I smiled and soon it breathes alleviated. It knew that they were there. That way. Paca and my monkey.

Jimmy

11.- Sweating photograms

Joder that heat, Paca. I already know that to you it affects less to you because you do not have physical form. And I do not talk about the sport, to the bottom and that. I talk about that to the being a species of etéreo being of inner me, then, that that you physically do not sweat. Although I do not doubt that you pass heat. Like the monkey. Very the cocoon not only plays with my keys to leave me in the stairs or the landing, stretching the situation until unsuspected limits of my climb, but that I am going to him to do, is a monkey. Our past, the evolution and mainly is far better that some that are not had like such and that they are worse than such. And that which also.The case, Paca, are that the heat us leaves aplatanados, although are an expression, like so many, that neither the monkey nor I understand. At least I, because the monkey whenever it sees me “aplatanado” watches to me of some forms somewhat rare.Soon lame a banana, I watch myself in the mirror and I face my face and my banana. And by much heat that does I follow without removing to me similar with the banana. Which takes you, my dear Paca. I believe that aplatane goes more with you than with me, but like you I have put name and nonexpensive, not yet I can assert that it is certain. Although, the certain thing is that every time you are related less with me. I have gotten to think that equal you have a mess with the banana and thinking about your feminine condition ( you are it really) then me dá a little jealousy and that. Pienos that is sad to compare itself with a banana, imáginate the sad thing that it must be that a banana raises to you….conscience. At least, he will be yellow, although I do not know that it differentiates must have in the color. What if I say to you, Paca; it is that I am not going to allow that you return with me when your banana, flourishing and now wonderful, even a little green, goes a little, becomes blandito (blandito! eh) and every time goes more and more until being left pachucho and cracks. That irony a banana to crack, surely that it prefers that “they pelen to him”.Mainly not you the commas, because I do not want to think about that my conscience is a little mantis. It gives a little me fear to even think that if you eat to your banana, you cannot get to eat me to me. Remembers the black painting to me of Fault with the beard uncle that that eats an arm of an uncle.It imagines, then, my dear Paca, my situation. The monkey that watches like a a banana on the one hand and my conscience that watches to me with almost cannibal eyes of desire. For one peli of fear, hears.in any case, queía to speak of the title of my blog, but the truth is that a little fear has entered me and I am going to close it so far.And also of hunger. Like a the monkey.

1Jimmy

10. - Urgent. We are not idiots

Urgent. We are not idiot.At least, not all. Bush and its sequito yes. The BinLaden and similars, because also. The judeofacistas that command in Israel, beautiful town to which it has occurred to not everything and he to it has given nothing, because also. And much. And many more. One releases list in which after first many come more until becoming almost endless.I have always nagado myself, Paca, to politicize my blog, my conscience, but I begin to be a little until cojones. In the Gaza Strip it is killed without pudor and sonrojo. I have said is killed. Good, because it would have to say is massacreed. But I am going away again. They are idiot and point. Alal they with its particular Paca if they have, who as I said in some previous chapter, I believe that they do not have and if they had it, committed suicide to them. Or one died of pain, that is almost worse. In any case, they have it of dead affluent insurance.According to I arrive from vacations, after writing about my monkey, receiving a telephone call diciendome that mother is broken the hip and is in the hospital (I love mother to you), after all that, I read the holders of the news in Internet (elmundo.com for example) and ..... puafff. HOSTION! ….“18 sub-Sahara ones died when being shipwrecked a patera”. Another patera. How many more must sink? How many illusions more have to be shipwrecked so that we do something once and for all? …. WHATEVER, COÑO, WHATEVER?“Two immigrants died when trying to jump the fence of Melilla” and eight severely woundeds. But, how many lives, illusions and hopes have to crash against the ground until we decide to do something? How much it bleeds has to run and whichever tears we have to spill (yes, we also, not only they) so that somebody does something. When there is a day in which we let all cry? …. Llegará that day? How many Palestinian has to die? And how many Jewish. When we let see fights of supersoldiers armed until the piños shooting against armed civilians and noncivil putos with tirachinas and some that another scrap iron that escupe bullets? Whichever suicidal crazy putos of Hamas have to immolate themselves taking with himself their nonsense, its impotence and its madness without realizing that thus single are killed without winning battles? When some of them will let throw firewood to the fire and will send to roses in a full world of miseries and inequalities?When somebody will think about the desperation of which it mortgages its life, its life, its savings and its family for the sake of a life expectancy simply something worthier than the misery in which we make them live? We created poverty to knead wealth. It interests to us to have poor men.We can by a minute put to us in its dark pellejo and feel its desperation? you can smell its fear. My monkey yes. And Paca also. For that reason, from time to time we watched ourselves and we cried ourselves. My monkey also smelled the misery and it escaped to fight against her, although it is robbing the keys and caramels to me. But also it has feelings. For that reason it gives to fear sheets him of my bed, because they are white and he never them vió thus. And that scares to him. Because their sheets were black or dirty, or simply it did not have.For that reason it even cheers that the monkey in a freedom exercise robs the keys and caramels to me, the chocolate to me. But I do not leave robs the one of my daughters and for that reason I occur fear. And some times to him also, because with that I let him know that he is different and although I want to him I do not want that touches mine or the one of mine. For that reason I occur fear, because i myself I cause without wanting that inequality that separates to us. It must much work Paca to cambier to me. My Paca and all the Pacas of all the uncles of the world. They must much currar our Pacas so that we do not rejoice unconsciously of that inequality. Not to look for that comparison that makes us feel to us superior to have bread, Internet, gasoline and Nestle' chocolate. And thus to believe happier for being the First World to us. You the Second (again with the lists, but not olvideis who after first, go the others). And that, us makes happy? Would not make a single world happier where all tuvieramos chocolate and white sheets?Really that cannot be made nothing to avoid those pateras floods of misery and death? Cannot be avoided that anybody tronche the back to skip towards the hope? Because, really we are its hope?and my monkey, where keeps its hope? And the chocolate, very cabrón?

Jimmy

9. - Come back home, again

Good, Paca, already we are again here. It has spent one week and it has been as to take off a little the monkey of above, that soils much and it fills to you of poops. I say it by the one of the monkey. That word rarer to mean a dependency, that also is rare. Monkey and dependency.I am taking off the monkey. So that it will be? Who would be the type that “took off the monkey for the first time”? A domador? A domador of monkeys that always was with monkeys above and when they died missed to them? Because if one misses a monkey, also can be thrown of more?- you have thrown to me of more- And you to me, you have missed to me?- It referred Me to the soup, stupid, me you have thrown too much in the plate. And he is hot and I sweat.- It shuts up and it eats, that will come to you well. That is that no, no?And with respect to the dependency? is the same to depend on which to be in a room? You have dependency or these in a dependency. Or you have a dependency in a dependency of your house, mainly your bed, that is where the dependencies go of the monkeys. Because to the monkeys it scares sheets to them. Or the snores. Although never I have had a monkey to be able to ask it to it.- I have a monkey- And I, to joder, am letting smoke and I am becoming gilipollas. I fattened three kilos- No, I really talk about a monkey. Of that they eat pipes, bananas and jump from a lamp to the other in my dependencies.- Son, nor that you lived in a mansion- he depends- he depends, on what he depends?- of the size of the monkey. Mine he is pequeñito and pipe goes. For him my house is like a mansion. He is monínnnn more- of lady's man? How is going to be handsome a monkey, uncle? - No, of small. He is monin of pequeñín. Titi. Of that they took to the pirates and the Moors and rién in your face when they rob something to you. The keys for example. I have been three days sleeping in the car because cabrón robbed the keys to me. Now it watches me after the window, it teaches the keys to me, it moves them with his manitas, descojona and soon dá rollers by the lamps. Of the dependencies. He is almost human and like so, gilipollas. That it has puteao to me, like my head.- that to have monkey- Or to have head- AlsoThe case is that I have returned and had desire to write something for my club of fans. In plural. Three. My sister, my other sister and the monkey, that knows Latin and it handles itself by Internet that you do not see. The problem is that it moves by pages of monas and is filling to the virus computer very monkeys to me, but virus after all. But as I believe that is a little single, because I cannot regañar to him, to the poor man.

Retrospecter - Las viviendas, su precio (Marzo 2006)

chanantemente bueno

LEGO MATRIX

mola la pelea

Legoman's Great Escape

¡que bueno! Misión imposible,asi de fácil

Enorme UFO

Es trampa pero mola mogollon

Video Fuerza aérea México

¿A qué si? Estamos solossssssssssssssssssssssss

mira quien anda

Anda¡¡¡¡¡¡

La hora chanante - Parodia 24

Grandes, grandes, los chanantes

8. - What rare thing but

If, Paca. I feel rare. It is easy to know so that. I have been two days without entering here and when I say here I say here, in the publisher of ..... thoughts. At heart this is what blog is my. He is like the product that of three in one, Paca, conscience and publisher of thoughts. And when I say thoughts I do not talk about the flowers, although I it would like to know because pesnamientos are called to him. I say to the flowers.

And you are not created, jimmyfilms (not this that is jimmyfilms2) also is a little left. Although already I gained my first 0.04 dollars then somebody thorn in the publicity of above at some time. Ufff, the thing vá tailwind.

But he is not that. The thing is because it needed to write something and it did not have time. Although I do not know either if he were that. The time or that did not know that it leaves from my thoughts to publish. Equal it means that I have not thought anything about this time and aúnb seems more serious to me. The truth is that great part of my pesamientos been has directed to Peru. Great country where I will land to do, I hope, a great film. Yes, my next project. The Mr. of Sipán. I will already tell you that vá. Or better, I will put a Link to some page that speaks of it and thus you enterais of that was. It directs Jose Manuel Novoa, great friend and great professional to it.

Good, the case is that too much time has occupied me, you already know, Paca, the numbers and that of the budget. There is no film that is born with the sufficient budget. They are like beings that always they demand more than what there is. And this is a peculiar reflection.

Pelís is like alive beings. They begin being babies who demand long time and filmic baby's bottles to you in script form. When you begin the running is like when the baby it begins to go to cole and you see it grow, to become greater and, although it is pretentious, to acquire an own personality that in certain way begins to escaparsenos of the hands (to all those that we participated in one peli or in a baby). With its problems, his adolenscecia and their graduation. Like my daughter the greater one than has graduated today and happens to secondary. The secondary one in one peli must be the phase of assembly. And I suppose that the end from secondary, the passage to the university is when you enter the finished ones of the postproduction. Acabán the race and begins their own life definitivimente. In the case of pelis, the exhibition, that I hope is not thus in the case of the real babies.
They take its personality to live its world by the world, until ....... they go through television. And soon, again to the market. All this, depending on which you have budget more or less, because causes that their “studies” are better or worse, which does as well that they work better or worse. In short, like the same life or the same life, that is not the same. Or same in this case. So that, same she is just as same or single it varies the sex of mism?

The case is that as passes since I have own conciencie, this to me is, blog own, beginning to write almost always without knowing what I am going to say. And I always have the sensation of which I do not know either what I write. I mean, if it has sense. Sense and sensation. Go two words. they are more united of which it seems, Paca.

- That great film
- Which Jiménez?
- The sense of the life. You fijate in the titles. The sense of the life or Sensation to live. With which you remain?
- you talk about to whereupon film I remain or whereupon title?
- It is not worth with you, Paca. You always anticipate yourself to which I am going to say
- Sure pichurrín, I am your conscience
- Bond, but we were that noneras my thought
- He is very united, Jiménez.
- Good, it is worth,… With which you remain?
- Mnn,… I believe that with Sensation to live
- If, I, but sight also believes that that was bad series. On adolescent niñatos…. and Americans. However, the sense of the life was, I do not know, a great film.
- Pero c0n worse title
- If, I suppose yes that
- For that reason, I believe that the titles do not make the things good. Sight you that of the preventive war. Or the one of collateral Damages. I prefer Dangerous Lies.
- You are like one puta goat, Jiménez
- I know It, always me you say it

For that reason I believe that today I have guessed right with the title. What rarer thing

Jimmy

7. - they make me old (2ª part)

Ves Paca since me they make old. It is not that I have myself like so is that they do not stop to call me to fecilicitar to me. “That so with the 41, grandfathers”. Then just as with 40, to joder, Paca. Equal. First my daughter today my birthday, and tomorrow, what? More grey hairs?“No, in the beard already it is difficult, but problablemente they begin in the hair, better, in little that you have left” to Not me jodas, Paca, that nor is so white my beard, nor I have so little hair. Or yes. Proven Habeis to poneros a light upon the head. It is not necessary to often put it, only whereupon you underneath her put. In an elevator specially. You go away all the cardboard. I have always creido that the elevators had to raise in the dark or not to put mirrors. And if no, you watch as people in the elevator and with the mirror behave., Inevitably you watch yourself, you move the head from a side to another one mirándote of reojo, YOU AVOID PONERTE RIGHT UNDER the LAMP, because you already know that it means that. Almost the oldness, for with hair. It has been caido to you more of the one than you thought, SEES the CARDBOARD YOU….- It pardons pisotón, horseman, it is that this elevator moves much and…- This elevator, Mr. Jiménez, who I know him by its stupid blog, is of last generation of intelligent elevators, with finished policromo and cables cushioned for the startings and the shutdowns. Also it has mvimiento sensors and a central computer that causes that after the starting the speed is linear. Mr. Jiménez, assumes his age and assumes once and for all… that sees the cardboard him- Ehh because one has moved, hears, says what says. In addition, this it is my floor and here I remain (moments of tension in one hard one and sobreaccentuated pause of 8 floors). That it spends happy day or… that happens what wants. Good bye, good man (cocoon)- Ah, climatizador and adaptable integrated dicroica light to the solar and lunar phases (average smile like saying, you pille, cocoon, to you estasn being bald)The elevators are, you do not say the opposite, Paca to me, a world aside. It is annulled to your personality and your conscience to speak…. single of irrelevant things, the time, as it is the traffic, because it walks that the selection, to avoid to think about the terror that you procudiría an unexpected shutdown in plant 30 and to have sentarte to spend the time with the person that touches to you in the distribution of people stopped in an elevator in floor thirty of a building anyone in any place of the world where there are elevators. Now that comes Freud and it fixes it.In short, that between the hair, the elevator and Peru (already I will tell you soon so that) goes to me today. My birthday. 41 years. You have paid attention that the key of 4+Mayus gives like consequence in symbol of dollar $. The paste. You I say it so that it finishes to me happening and I finish fixing. It will be good signal? Or will mean that in addition to the one of the elevator, the cartónaje of the hair, soplapo **** of the dicroica light and my birthday (that, that I fulfill one more), I am going away to have to spend one $ celenbrando all this that in today has happened to me?Thank heavens that calls the family at least to me and I smile taking care of to them. What cuarennnntaaaaaaaaa feels when happening, felicidadeeeees. I smile and yet my love I say, because nothing, feels nothing that your you do not know because I remember to you that I am pequeeeeñoo and your already you have pasaaaado it. Then, what feels? Listo/a?Ah Also has called me my friend Aitor Berenguer, Txarli Llorente and cdm of the Jordi Aragay. And surely that soon also my friends of Filmax.THANKS TO ALL TO MAKE ME FEEL THAT I FULFILL FORTY AND YEARS

Jimmy

6. - they make me old

“You are becoming old”. It is probable, Paca, very probable that in this case you have something of reason. “I always have it, Jiménez, always I have it. Another thing is that you do not do case to me, but I am your conscience and in which to you it concerns, always I am right”. Bond, is worth, we do not put (another one melancholic palabreja, has something to see the melancholy with a cólico? Nefrítico). Paca, when I say that I am becoming old, is not because I feel I took root, but that of some form, your personal circumstances do to you that you seem greater of which you feel. But that also is beautiful, which you feel and what you are. I say this because at some time of this blog I said to you that I have two daughters, Mónica, the greater one, and Paula, the small one. My two flowers, my mariposillas, my small geniuses. Not because they are geniuses of intelligent or they live inside a small lamp (although sometimes it makes them live within a bubble so that nothing passes them), but because that they have a genius I really hope to you here. But that is well, they will need it and of some form I believe that that will make more fort for everything what it waits for them. However, they are affectionate and wonderful with me. Often more than what I believe that I am with them. Although I adore them.Because they are my small. Mine. And they are those that ahcen to me old, beautiful oldness. And more than it hopes to me.Today, the greater one, woman has become me. More woman. For that reason this blog of now has this sense so ñoño and intimist, so tender that he is a little pretentious. But today it does not matter to me. Tomorrow I do not know it. But today, no. Today it does not matter to me. Gracias Mónica to make me feel just a little bit older.Paula, thanks for your medals of swimming, your kisses and your glances of love. Although this blog goes dedicated to Mónica (I want Moni to you), to you also I adore to you. My love. My loves.“ These crying” Shut up, Paca, coño.

Jimmy

5. - To returns with the one of the technique

To returns with the one of the technique. I erase everything. No, it is not that I am so patoso, is that also third extreme factors or factors play. Like the light. One goes away and one comes. And like the storms, that also go away and they only come when they want, that when comes sometimes take the light. It is a chain. With the storm the light goes away, with the light goes away the computer and with him, my goes away blog and his conscience, good, mine, but she is the same one. Or the one of Paca.The case is that there are days that in when you rise you have desire to make many things. Many, but in the end nonbeams so many. Or almost none. And other days that are to the contario. You rise with desire to do nothing and end up doing mogollón of things. Many, although all we know that they are the minuses. The days I talk about, not them desire that are the same ones. Or the things, that also. It must be a species of law of the compensation. The desire to do and what beams.This remembers me to the Spanish selection of soccer. There are days that leave with desire to do something and end up making many things. Like against the Ukraine. And others, that leave with desire to make many things, but single end up doing something. With Tunisia.For that reason I believe that I am a little selection of soccer. I rose with many desire, but the light and the storm prevent a part me. The other, probablemete I prevent me. He must be to also compensate.

4. - The unbearable slightness of my Paca

Already I to you am counted the one of the technique and, truth. Then, we are a mess. If, I do not know if it is it the technique or I am it. Perhaps both or perhaps none. I say by the roll that to it of the AdSense. That it seems that is going to remove to me from poor man. Good, not only by the adsense that causes that he returns to me a little crazy. “You are it Already, chaval. You do not have má that to ask it to me and I will say to you what we thought, although as conscience yours I believe that already you know the result. You are a little pin. We go, like one puta goat”. I suppose that already sabeis that that speaks it is Paca, that is as I decided to call to me conscience, that all we have one, but who is ready that the Paca flame. I.Good, it is worth. In this case I will make case to my conscience, to Paca, because I believe that it takes something of reason. Something, but already I suppose that sabeis as exaggerated they are all the consciences. so that it would not go to us better, and I speak in name of the entire world, less Bush, if all we were a little majaretas and more less concientious?I do not know you, but I prefer and would prefer in your case of being majareta to concientious, that she sounds like gross a, to brutote. I imagine to concientious people like uncles with, do not know, uncles with unicejo and beret, thus pierced between the forehead.- Hello, Jiménez, I am a concientious uncle- Ah! Uncle, who scare. He would prefer that you were a cojonudo uncle, who sounds to similar and insurance that mola but. Mallet, goes- Already, but I am a concientious uncle and that. However there is this Paca to me that your you are a majareta uncle- Good, he is worth, you do not do much case to him to Paca. She tries to be concientious but she does not happen of conscience and also majara is a little- And majara what is. Like majareta, but with moto- I would say that with more jeta talent and. And So that you think that you are a concientious type?- Then so that he is going to be, baby. Because I think the things, the razionalizo, I look for points of confrontation and comparison between the values of the things and the human beings to decide if something is or or badly, or that degree of kindness or badness has each thing, even each reflection.- For that reason hair between the eyebrows has creido you. And I guarantee to you that as you follow concientious not even without a majareta degree, simply díscolo (it takes) is going to you to continue growing unicejo until the hairs do not let see to you. Then being able to see, you will be blind. And I guarantee that you to you perderas much of the life- Jo, uncle, I do not want to remain blind seeing- Then hazte a tail of horse with the hair of the eyebrows and learns to watch and to disfutarSurely that the turkey this of entrecejo unitary if it knows that to do with the AdSense and is forrao. Good, the case is that after doing everything what it said to me, to read fourteen ventanidas different ones to me from Google, to remove I do not know whichever codes, and those thing that has the technique,….I go and I stick it in the previous Blog that it had, the one that no longer use, and publi is saliedo there.(podeis to also puncture it jimmyfilms.blogspot.com)Good the case is that after speaking awhile with Paca (“that is lie, you have not made me nor case, Bond, I am shut up”) I have decided that I am going to have to also give contained the other blog, which will generate to me in work double. Good, what I have really decided is that the other will take a less reflective content, we go, with Paca memos.“you could not look for another name for me, who sounds better and so” Paca says.It is that your good christian name ....., you name to you dry is very long, Paca. “Uncle, but Already is that he sounds enough… of good. Like the cow of stories. The Paca cow, the dwarfed worm and the loving bear. Uncle, looks for something with glamour more, than for that curras in the cinema. I do not know, attention, gentleness, discernment,…”Discernimeinto, Paca. with that end, I lie. That credibility degree I am going to have. No, no. In addition as you are my conscience, my Paca, I put the name that I want to you and is enough“Bond, baby. And you are the democrat? I put this to you and is enough. .puajjj”It is not easy to be always dicutiendo with her. With my conscience I say. I believe that Paca is small. If he will think that he is a boy he would change it. He would call Alpaca to him. you imagine if tuvieramos several?All the day pelenado of here for there. Your brain would be like boxing Ring. But without I arbitrate, that is very homemade and safe that they always toot in favor of them. In addition it would be an unequal fight. Three against one. Or four. Excrement for each one. And again to return to begin.By the way, will be some form to leave the conscience, to Paca, in house when you travel? Surely that yes. Besides that they say it if not to hooligans and. They surely who know like leaving it. Or equal it is that they were born without her. I have it to ask. If sometimes I know some. And Bush, he also leaves the conscience in house? Equal one rises of finishing nails not to wake up it, is made an instantaneous coffee not to make noise, one gets dressed in sigilo (that equal is a butler portorriqueño), and leaves house closing the taken care of door by far. Not to make noise and that awakes to him. And thus, without its particular Paca, to be able to bomb a pair of countries more. But the truth is that I believe that it cannot leave it in house, because he does not have it. Like hooligans. Or besides. They travel without her, because simply, they do not have it.I yes, for that reason want to you, Paca mine. “ I can speak”. Sure. “I also to you, my dear majareta”Jimmy

2. - Because why and my "Paca"

I will already learn to put a titulito. At the moment, as I do not know, because I put it here.SO THAT OF THE PORQUESthe truth, memory if it were therefore I do not title of yesterday, but in any case it serves. I have continued giving him returned to the happy subject that of my conscience, although not yet I have managed to know because (you see the one of by ques or would have to say because) it speaks to me as much. “Jiménez, you are going. Neither your you are so good nor I, your conscience, so bad. Sufficient I have with having to hold that tufillo that expelen your pinreles”. Pinreles, that modern my conscience, so that soon it says, you say or digais. Pinreles, goes nombrecito. Word. Good, if feet are word, pinrel must be palabreja. That it is.I will not return to the subject, but I believe that I am becoming aware from which is this blog. Yes, I become aware cold affluent, like a good cervecita. At least, I believe that I take myself thus. This Blog is really a shuttle of escape for my fútiles short whiles of leisure and uniracional thought of my own one to be. That what means this? Nor idea, preguntaselo to Freud. But it is what I feel.Good, as we said yesterday, “Sure now you go of scholar” heavy Caya. As we said yesterday, I sign all my communications like Jiménez. Everybody calls Jiménez to me with Jota. That is, which they call Jiménez to me but it is with jota, like curro, not the one of the trips (where he will be now curro) but the other, the Jimenez like I, the one of the series of tele. Curro Jiménez. What series. Good, that I go away again. As I already said to you, work doing films…. Sure it is that I have not said to you that I am called Jose Luis, but is as well as I am called and I taken advantage of to contaros, to my same one, a secret. ” Really you can contarte a secret to same you? “. We already are, is pure blogiana rhetoric, wanted conscience. Pure rhetoric. Sight which you have obtained, that it does not decide to me already the secret that was going to tell me. “Nonserious very important. Vaaale, already me caaallo”.I already decide to me, good no, but I have to disguise and to follow with the function. The case is that everybody knows me by Jiménez within the labor scope, even in the scope of the friendship also, but I become to go. The case is that they call Jiménez to me and Jose Luis because when I began to work and somebody meant to me something and said in stop " Jose Luis " venticinco joseluises did not return the the other twenty-five head and joseluises also did not return to see the face it of venticinco joseluises of each the twenty-five the twenty-five equipment and in the end nobody knew that it had to respond and sure joseluises are not descojonaban of joseluises which at the same time they responded “if, it tell me, it tell me” making see that they are superatentisismos. Total, an uncontrol, reason why I decided that, with permission of the last name of my mother and my mother also, to happen to call Jiménez to me. To droughts. As much it is thus, that I to same me am even called Jiménez. And all this goes beyond. That beginning to even speak in third person I to me to my same one. ” Jiménez, you must do this and the other ", which is a triviality because as you are going to do the other if still you have not done this. Your you do not say, I am going to do the other, at least without thinking that before he is the this. Or no.“You need a viajecito with Freud and who improves our Coco to you”. It sends eggs that my conscience calls to my brain “the Coco”. In addition, what the Coco, tropical or the one of the fear and that. In addition, the “Coco” that is is mine, not yours. Sufficient I have from time to time with tomarte. Speaking to take, I go to by a chilly affluent cervecita that that not me dá problems like you.Conscience. Equal the name change and I call it, I do not know, Paca or pear. Something shorter and faster to write because conscience is very long. I do not know. Equal I call Pedro like the ghost of my house. That I have it, eh. And I am not, who am Pedro, as she said to you.Rich what. “And to me, does not give anything me, discourteous does not clear the brave thing. Bond already I shut up myself again”. Command post piezo to think that Paca is taking much dramatic weight in this blog. Like the personages who eat to the rest by, by, I do not know, because they will be hungry, that I know.Good, estabamos with the one of the name and that of Jiménez. It said to you that I take care of more by Jiménez than by Jose Luis who is my christian name. Phrase goes or what is. Christian name. Christian name as? Energizer? Duracell. And how is the christian names? Alkaline? Reloadable?with conejito that touches a drum?- Name- Jiménez- The last name later. The first christian name- Duracell.- are to me you taking the hair?- And you, you are taking me the battery? My name is Jose Luis and the batteries I take in the MP3 ready uncle to them- It please makes gather its form and leaves the row. I am not here so that I need. For that already I have my woman- And it also have christian name?- Security, security In aim. He is strange the one of the christian name. Equal battery is a name of in case. Or by no. Good afternoon, I am called Battery Lopez. In any case, the batteries safe that they are small. And I do not talk about the size, but to sex. And when somebody says “has the battery of years”, that is saying. And mainly now that begins to call batteries.I already remembered the secret that me/os was going to count. But on condition that not digais to anybody. Me podeis to call Jiménez. Or Jose Luis, or Jose, jotaele, Jimmy or “misilar” as a gypsy said that I knew years ago, but never Luis. I will not take care of. The right of perpetual ownership. Or I will bounce myself as much as if strips one plota of basketball from the stop of the Empire State, with permission of Bush that will call terrorist to me or misilar.Jimmy
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1. - So that I do blog? . I

So that I do blog? I? …. Then the truth, I swear to you that I do not have nor idea. I had one, that is truth, but I did not do puto to him case. If it is truth that leaves things there prettiest than me it has happened in the life: my family (Ay my two small ones), the cinema, ..... jimmyfilms.blogspot.com
I have said the cinema? Yes? Good I eat already you will so assume work in that of the cinema and. Mola? yes, but it is his, it hears. Good and bad, but it comforts to know that your works see people them and that ...... Good, I am moving away of the subject. So that blog? then or there am diccho to you that I do not know it, coño, but I do, I do not know it, as if my conscience or something outside thus. I do not know, I repeat very insistently. Found to black.The truth is that now I think to take care of it a little more. S.A. blog or to me conscience that not yet I have decided it. In fact, I do not know if one is the other or the other the one. Mola, no. I do not know clearly anything.I believe that what I will take care of more will be my conscience. No, better, I will take care of of my conscience having taken care of this blog. Or better, I will concientiously take care of this blog taking care of of my conscience in him when taking care of it…. Or similar.In order to begin, it would have to know how as it is used, but that bores a little to me to read instructions and aids of handling, reason why I will not do it. I will take care of this blog and my conscience without book of instructions. Fijate that I said, book of instructions. It imagines that I get to have this book of aid. Or worse, self-help book. He would be laborious. But this blog is a little my conscience, equal also it is of self-help, and fíjate the one that is going away to roll. Good, that no. I will learn little by little, like in the life, say, like in the cinema. I will finish like Allen? Being a genius I know that no, I talk about in the consultation of a psychologist, autoayudandome. I will not continue loving Woddy without concessions. And to the terror cinema (these badly, baby).
Fíjate that I write this, without knowing if it will be published, because I really do not know like doing it. At some time I will give when enter and…. What will happen. I will see It in the network. My conscience, not blog, says to me that there am this good, I will see it. Would not be pretencioso to think that somebody is put to read the string of things (it was going to say chorradas) that I am writing to a frenetic rate?You see, my conscience one throws the roll and it says “either, uncle, he is or something of humility there. Really you think that somebody is going to read this”. A thing, to you speaks your conscience to you?Good, I am going to tell a secret to you. I take writing a pile of things, fifteen minitos to thus and has perhaps passed something strange. Everything has erased. And he was amused, you are not created. Will have been the conscience.Then no. I have been, that I am gilipollas. I return to my refusal of aid and instructions. I do not read them, as it said to you. Consequence: fifteen minutes and fifty or sixty thrown skillful phrases to the sweepings. Good, in some place they will be, but I do not know where. And jode, because they were really good. Hata had dismissed to me already, but….I touched where it was not necessary to touch. Prongao, says my conscience to me. Good, the same it says my blog to me.Good, it is called on to present/display to me, or at least therefore it memory. Also it spoke of Freud, but I do not know to whatever from what it came. If it memory I will be first in knowing it. Logical. “The level Raises, baby. It does not arrive to him nor at the ankles of the previous writing. The erasure. Already forgotten” it says my conciécia again to me. And it is beginning to touch a little the noses to me. Yes, the conscience. Equal I remain with blog and I forget to me the conscience. I will have to become aware from which I do. That rarer phrase. To become aware. How becomes aware? Of blow or to trocitos? Takes like a medicine breakfast, food and has supper? Is taken been accustomed to or it undoes in water. Refrescará to become aware, because today it is a warm, that…. I do not know, equal volume something of conscience today and I refresh to me. Equal it places. And, of what it will smell the conscience? Equal the people who smell bad are because they become aware bad or are expired hers. Man, of me the feet do not smell a little to me, equal my conscience is either very there. I will watch to see if I have guarantee of the conscience and I change it. Thus they give a new one me and in addition that takes off to me olorcillo and watches you, I kill two birds of a shot. I will think it, but as I am a safe disaster that the guarantee of my conscience there am it lost. Or worse, equal to expired and I go that way knowing that my conscience is expired. No, better I remain with the scent on feet. It is not either for as much, and if they do not smell much will not be so bad.Good, we went by the presentations. I am Jiménez. Not of those of all the life but almost. But that is another history that already I will count but ahead as the one of my christian name, Jose Luis.
Jimmy