Where ? (based on a true story)

Nothing interesting have happened to me by any means, and my means are the senses.

The highest boiling point was to find an André Breton's interview and The Songs Of Maldoror in their respective language after looked them up tortuously. I was very enthusiastic with the conception of reading a sui generis. I wanted to borrow them, I wanted to take them at home and plunge into it, I dreamt for sure. I picture myself reaching the rainbowtip, duking out the dwarf getting his pot oozing with gold. Back to standards I went to the A section to pick them up, the man in charge told me that I have to go upstairs. Damn it. They will not lend me the books I have to read them there. I cursed once, twice, thrice and... I broke away.

A Short Account On A Day In My Very Mom's Life

4:30 a.m. Mom wakes up. She prays and then she reads a passage of the Holy Scriptures.

5:00 a.m. She makes her bed,  makes the breakfast and washes the bathroom.

5:10 a.m. She turns the radio on while she’s making the breakfast and the lunch.

5:30 a.m. She does somewhat housework.

5:50 a.m. She takes a shower, dresses up and gets ready to go to  work.

6:20a.m. She is at bus station.

6:50 a.m. She is at work.

7:00 am She does a million of clinic-lab-stuff.

12: 00 p.m. She gets out for having lunch.

1:00 p.m. She’s back at work; a million more of  clinic-lab-stuff, again.

4:00 p.m. She gets off.

5:00 p.m. Mom arrives at home. She deserves a long rest.

6:00 p.m. She washes her clothes just then she put in order the papers for the next day.

7:00 p.m. She makes the dinner, she serves the table. She eats.

7:45 p.m. She watches TV ,

10:00 p.m. She goes to bed, she prays after that she sleeps. Sweet dreams mom!!!

My Very Mom

Non-Abstract Traits: Her skin is a slightly top of chocolate, her eyes small and rounded; have a sweet pitch-black gaze, the hair has the striking stance of the panther, she weights 150 pounds, she standing 5 feet. Her hand are made of wax. She move gracefully among the air, among the people, she sparkles out confidence and meekness.

Abstract ones: She is fancy comprehensive and honest, she trust in herself like a Titan in his own power. She love with her blood, in every heartbeating, in every breath, with each one particle of her very inner self. Never egotistic, never mean. Always tender, a true torrent of living waters.

I admire my mom because beside the ravenous harm done for some people she's still standing, she is still walking and working hard, she is a mountain, she has the worthy-faith, the endless love. She has fell a million times and a million times she's got up. A million times she forget.

P.S. I admire my father as well as a matter of fact he moulded ethical and moral education as an artisan, a fancy potter.

Grammar Tips

as good or better than, as great or greater than

This structure, called dual comparison, is idiomatic, at least at Conversational levels and in their written representations, but Edited English avoids it because it is often criticized for its faulty parallelism. In His second novel is as good or better than his first, good needs as, notthan, for both parts of this dual comparison to be parallel: as good as or better than. Or you may change it to His second novel is as good as his first or better. Particularly in longer sentences, punctuation gets more complicated when you restore the as: He is as handsome and well-mannered as, or even handsomer and better-mannered than, his older brother. Kenneth G. Wilson (1923–).  The Columbia Guide to Standard American English.  1993.

Well, Come In!

It was neither my shortage of elegant manners nor my throbbing-dash desire for showing myself off. No, those were not the reason I did not welcome you, readers, before I begin to write this rambling clockwork. In point of fact it is due to the later publication, or in other words, my blog was able to be viewed recently, out to date, though I commented somewhat blogs(I read through all I received via e-mail).

All matters are settled, I guess, so come in.

Smooth, Nightness

I wake up early at morning, 30 minutes before the clock utter the college time.

I ride to University my speed-o bike, is about 7:30. If there are not mishaps I reach it one hour later.  

English class  start at 9 o'clock, French one at 11:05. I seldom eat in schedule, I'd rather wait till it is over to have lunch at Papa Sucia. Then I ride back home, I usually sleep after my arriving there. I get up around 3- 4 o'clock a few seconds later I read somewhat short-stories. 

The night spread out over my cramped room, and I feel the beast of my ideas, panting, racking, eating up my strength, I encaged and tamed it with a meager meal.

It is the final quarter of night, fun is my main aim. I play  "The Clash" to get a sort of atmosphere and I watch old-fashion series. 

Thus I finish.

Flaunting

As I already said I'm nineteen years old, at the moment I'm practicing boxing but I yearn for play football.

I lived with my father and mother; one of them is sundowned. Now is me, my brother and my sister.

I'm interesting in literature primly the following authors: Nabokov, Capote, Burroughs, Lowry, McCullers, Cravan, Mújica Lainez, Bolaños, T.S. Eliot, Rimbaud, Cortázar, Nothomb, Proust, Flaubert ... you name it.

I was born in Cali, Colombia, from the Dusk-aria to the Sacro Bosco (near Bomarzo, Italy), I claim the right for set my Dukedom, Duchess at my side and a velvet footsteps behind me, always watching, always within the umbra.

I fond of  protopunk and rock&roll music alike. Iggy Pop, The Who, The Troggs, The Doors, The Sex Pistol, The Ramones. I truly hate soft music. Myself remains hot-and-bothered.

I fond of some Wraulio J. Lietpieg's art samples and surrealistic school.

I'm a mugwump. I take my chances.

I like movies like Gummo, Basquiat, Roger Doger, Spaceball, Wet Hot American Summer,etc.

I give you three lines draw up the square.

About Cronocats & Slovakian Mole

Sanity is, at this rightful moment, but hunting ragtimes.