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As palavras são preciosas. Vamos desperdiçar palavras.

segunda-feira, janeiro 31, 2005

"(...)As mulheres com consumos crónicos podem vir a ter filhos com problemas de comportamento.(...)"

sexta-feira, janeiro 28, 2005

"(...)E nunca acordo deste sonho e nunca durmo."

Pirata

Sou o único homem a bordo do meu barco.
Os outros são monstros que não falam,
Tigres e ursos que amarrei aos remos,
E o meu desprezo reina sobre o mar.

Gosto de uivar no vento com os mastros
E de me abrir na brisa com as velas,
E há momentos que são quase esquecimento
Numa doçura imensa de regresso.

A minha pátria é onde o vento passa,
A minha amada é onde os roseirais dão flor,
O meu desejo é o rastro que ficou das aves,
E nunca acordo deste sonho e nunca durmo.

Sophia de Mello Breyner

quinta-feira, janeiro 20, 2005

回ベネチア国際映画祭「監督賞」受賞!armonaC-San

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and go check this out
http://office-kitano.co.jp/zatoichi/

terça-feira, janeiro 18, 2005

TERRORISTS R US

Most terrorists have mundane, apparently peaceful lives, but are just as cruel as those who behead for an internet audience. They are you and me, ordinary people consuming much too much, leading an unsustainable lifestyle, committing cultural genocide on the vast majority of humanity, plundering non-western economies in the name of free trade, and imposing our lifestyle and morality on the rest of humanity. Yes, terrorists r (also) us!

Of course, there is a difference between ‘their’ terrorism and ‘our’ terrorism. They often have a legitimate grievance; they engage in conscious terrorism because they see themselves as powerless against powerful governments that have inflicted real injustice on them. We are motivated by greed, a sense of superiority and an unshakable belief in our right to dominate the world. They kill indiscriminately. We kill en masse. Their nefarious deeds get the attention of the global media. Our terrorist activities are invisible, shrouded in pious rhetoric about “freedom and democracy,” embedded in our way of life, integrated into our system of thought and way of looking at the world. They know they are guilty. We have an innate belief in our innocence. They kill in hundreds and thousands; we kill in millions.

Of the 4.4 billion people living in the developing countries, nearly three fifths lack access to sewers, a third to clean water, a quarter to housing, and a fifth to health care of any kind. Every day 800 million people go hungry. A baby born today in Botswana has a life expectancy of 39.

This is not the product of some fluke of history, or natural disasters, or mismanagement by tinpot dictators or lack of initiative by the wretched of the Earth. These people are the direct victims of our consciously-planned policies and actions. We deny government aid and our markets to African peanut farmers but give billions of dollars in subsidies to American peanut farmers and ensure they can sell their products all over the globe. We subsidize every cow in the European Union by $2.50 a day and force the vast majority of peasants in Africa and Asia off their land to live on less than $1 a day.

We also kill cultures, destroy traditional communities in the name of development, turn rainforests into deserts to satisfy our craving for hamburgers. Ten languages fall silent every year. Entire cultures, lifestyles and different ways of being human are disappearing as a direct result of the cultural terrorism we perpetuate.

In return, we gloat. America constitutes three percent of world’s population but consumes 25 percent of its energy and produces 30 percent of its pollution. The three richest Americans have assets exceeding the combined gross domestic products of the 48 least-developed countries. Americans spend $8 billion on cosmetics, almost as much on pet food, and $10 billion a year on pornography – more than the estimated total needed to provide clean water, safe sewers and basic health care to the world’s poor.

This, then, is the world that the West has created over the past two centuries and America has shaped during the last few decades. In this world, inequalities, exploitation and imperialism are not just part of the system – they are the System.

‘Evil terrorists’ perform horrendous acts of carnage by insulating their conscious awareness from the emotional consequences of what they do. We too insulate our consciousness from the repugnant consequences of what we continue to do every day of our mundane lives and the truly hideous world we have created and maintain. For sure, terrorists need to change. But we need to change even more.

The future need not be an extension of the past or the present. It can be shaped, decolonized and made more equitable and just. But to shape a future free from terrorism we must realize that the ‘war on terror’ is not a war at all. It is cultural politics. It is a struggle to create cultural space for other ways of knowing, being and doing. It is a politics of visibility that brings the inhuman consequences of our policies and action into sharper focus. It is personal exertion to live a more sustainable and humane life. It is an attempt to addresses the politics of identity that accompanies neo-liberal globalization. In the end, a terrorism-free future begins with our Selfs.

Ziauddin Sardar is a British writer, broadcaster and cultural critic. His recent books include Why Do People Hate America? and American Terminator: Myths, Movies and Global Power (Disinformation Books).





www.adbusters.org

You know, I still haven't made up my mind whether photographs are essentially deceitful: broken time, people and events shown as they can ever be again, the moment passed the second after the shutter closed, quite sad really, the gentle softness of film grain and reflected colours, far more forgiving than reality, edited into neat little six by four boxes, composed, ordered. Life's just not like that.


Dave McKean







http://www.makedonika.org/milcho/DaveMcKean.htm

segunda-feira, janeiro 17, 2005

godspeed you black emperor

this is the monologue which opened the gybe! live show in montreal on may 10th 1998.


this is a forward for godspeed
nobody we know owns anything
many of us will never own anything at all
we're tired of feeling bewildered
tired of helplessness
we want many, many things to end soon
these times, when everything is denied us
anything is possible
but everyday stubborn, clumsy, beautiful ideas
drop on the withering vine
we're tired of this state of affairs
we call to end paranoia, self-intimidation and fear
meanwhile, the world spins
as if nothing has happened at all
we're all still waiting
we dedicate this to everyone who couldn't afford
the thirty dollar price tag!
we dedicate this to girls kissing girls
boys kissing boys
girls kissing boys
and everything in between!
the future is bleak, uncertain, beautiful
tommorrow they might come and arrest us all
only if you listen closely can you hear the machines
beneath the sidewalk whipsering
the machines beneath the sidewalk are
always whispering
strive to listen close
please, try to be free
don't be afraid
the end of the world will never come




www.brainwashed.com/godspeed

quinta-feira, janeiro 13, 2005

Comprar erva

>aqui<

Eat Pussy Like a Pro

What woman doesn’t love to be expertly eaten out?

Oral sex done right can take your partner to new heights of pleasure, but done wrong it can be an ordeal for both of you. Munching rug should be no great mystery. These tips will introduce you to some of the basics of cunnilingus and help you go down like a pro. Don’t forget to come up for air!

1. What’s that smell? 

While some folks prefer their poontang to be on the gamey side, for many people, fear of a funky odor or taste is the chief barrier to going down on a woman. All women do have a distinctive scent and flavor, and for some would-be cunning linguists, these may be an acquired taste. However, if your partner is clean and in good health, her taste and smell should not be unpleasant or overwhelming. If you have concerns about her hygiene, the most tactful approach is to suggest a shared shower or bath before sex. If after a good soaping, her pussy still smells like something crawled up it and died, or she has unusual discharge, she probably has an infection and should see a doctor.

2. Work your way up. 

Take your time when you start to eat pussy. Get her warmed up with some basic foreplay—kissing, fondling, etc. It’s better to go down on a wet pussy than a dry one. Once she’s aroused, make your descent. Try kissing and tonguing her ankle or the sole of her foot. Then kiss and lick your way slowly up the inside of her leg (the back of the knee is a good erogenous zone, too). Tease her a bit more by kissing and tonguing her inner thighs. Blow some air lightly over her cooter. She’ll go nuts.

3. Get acquainted. 

Once your face is up in her crotch, don’t dive straight for her panic button. Explore the whole area with your mouth. Gently probe with your tongue and locate her vagina and clit. Suck on her labia. Get your whole face messy.

4. Get busy. 

Now you want to go to work on her clit. The key is to use your tongue and lips to suck and massage it gently. Don’t poke at it or press too hard. Go in circles, go up and down, flick back and forth lightly. There is no real “right” way to go down on a woman; just make it up as you go along and pay attention to what works. Vary your speed and pressure and see what she responds to. When you hit the right groove, you’ll probably know it because she’ll grab the back of your head and clamp her thighs around your ears like a vice. But to be on the safe side, ask her beforehand to let you know what she likes. Once you hit her hot spot, there’s no need to rush; just keep her engine revving. Feel free to explore some other techniques or positions before you take her over the top.

5. The ABCs. 

This is perhaps the most common tip when you eat pussy: use your tongue to trace the letters of the alphabet on her clit. Some people swear by it. Personally, I don’t recommend it. I don’t think it’s a good technique. Also, it’s too much of a distraction, and if she catches you humming the Alphabet Song under your breath, you’re busted. You should be paying attention to her, not what comes after Q. 

6. Use your hands. 

You can create some wild sensations for her by stimulating her clit with both your fingers and your tongue simultaneously. Also, most women enjoy a finger or two in their cunt while being eaten out. Insert your fingers with your palm up, crook them slightly, and stroke toward you in a “come hither” motion to hit her G-spot. A finger up the ass will also drive her over the edge if she’s into anal play. (As always, to avoid infection, if you put something in her ass, make sure you don’t put it in her pussy afterward.)

7. Stick out your tongue. 

You can also use your tongue to penetrate her—just make it rigid and plunge in. You can then tongue-fuck her by moving your tongue in and out, or by keeping it stationary and bobbing your whole head. For bonus points, try stimulating her clit with your nose while your tongue is inside her. 

8. Let her ride. 

Put a pillow or two under your neck and let her sit on your face. This gives you a nice view of her tits and gives her a degree of control over pressure and position. Let her grind her juices all over your mug.

www.cunnilingustutor.com

terça-feira, janeiro 11, 2005

ICHI!!!

A frase do ano 2004.

Depois de vários dias de reflexão, a nenhuma decisão se chegou.
Assim sendo, e para evitar quaiquer desavenças entre os finalistas, o primeiro prémio será entregue, ex aqueo, aos três que até aqui chegaram. Um bem haja, e um 2005 cheio de coisas larocas.

Frase do ano 2004:
1º lugar:
'Quem te disse que eu tenho penteado?'
'Eu malhei bem!'
'Tu ias gostar de certeza!'

A comissão organizadora queria igualmente agradecer a Carla Abreu a sua dedicação para com este projecto.

quarta-feira, janeiro 05, 2005

'Lost In Translation'

Ver aquelas janelas de novo!...
(Suspiro...)

segunda-feira, janeiro 03, 2005

Nem mais.

obrigado

...a todos os que passaram o ano comigo (apesar de uns não estarem tão perto como outros).


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