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Pablo Diablo: A River
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Monday, October 12, 2009. I write because I suffer. I die because I bleed. And if I didn't dream. I'd never sleep at all. My words make a ship. To sail the rivers of fate. Your breath is the wind. The water is the pain. I sail because I'm a skipper. Who has nowhere to go. And can't bear the hurting. Of walking the world. I swim to meet my mermaid. Since most two legged sirens are taken. Insane, or drowned in worry. Drugged in a constant high.
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Pablo Diablo: Tic Tac Toe
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Thursday, November 19, 2009. What if the goldfish swallowed the fish tank? What if a diver swallowed the sea? Maybe it's just a panic attack. Sometimes alarm clocks, trains, the news. The monotony, growing like a plant. Has covered part of the path already. Is it that I can't catch my breath? Is it the weight I gained? But I need to get this sumo wrestler. Off of my chest. Ear plug my brain. Condemn my phone to solitary confinement.
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Pablo Diablo: Train Station Gitanes
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Thursday, December 17, 2009. Winter comes to quiet the crying Fall. Turning evergreens into static brides. Exposing the naked twigs. On the desert of blue. Cold crawls on my bed. Like the dwelling phantom. Of a wondering cadaver. As I bite the edge of the blanket. Wondering where you are. And where I am. And write myself to sleep. Morning comes to chase the night away. Swift sunbeams, fiery katana swords. And you're not here.
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Pablo Diablo: December 2009
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Thursday, December 17, 2009. Winter comes to quiet the crying Fall. Turning evergreens into static brides. Exposing the naked twigs. On the desert of blue. Cold crawls on my bed. Like the dwelling phantom. Of a wondering cadaver. As I bite the edge of the blanket. Wondering where you are. And where I am. And write myself to sleep. Morning comes to chase the night away. Swift sunbeams, fiery katana swords. And you're not here. Come, join me.
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Pablo Diablo: November 2009
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Thursday, November 19, 2009. What if the goldfish swallowed the fish tank? What if a diver swallowed the sea? Maybe it's just a panic attack. Sometimes alarm clocks, trains, the news. The monotony, growing like a plant. Has covered part of the path already. Is it that I can't catch my breath? Is it the weight I gained? But I need to get this sumo wrestler. Off of my chest. Ear plug my brain. Condemn my phone to solitary confinement.
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Pablo Diablo: Quotes (well, sometimes they just hit your head)
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Sunday, October 4, 2009. Quotes (well, sometimes they just hit your head). The 69 is like having sex while performing a magic act of escapism. Renton, Washington, United States. Seattleite Gypsie a Go-Go! I've lived previously in Wenatchee, Mexico City, Tepoztlan, Cuernavaca, Recife, Rio and Buenos Aires. Put your gamertag here too. There was an error in this gadget.
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Pablo Diablo: New FTC Rules
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Sunday, October 11, 2009. Here at Pablo Diablo we have learned that: The F.T.C. said that beginning on Dec. 1, bloggers who review products must disclose any connection with advertisers, including, in most cases, the receipt of free products and whether or not they were paid in any way by advertisers, as occurs frequently. Since we are law abidding, taxpaying citizens, we shall disclose all sponsorships:. Renton, Washington, United States.
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Pablo Diablo: My Grain
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Thursday, October 15, 2009. Sometimes I want to sail. Feel the spray of the waves on my face. Anchor in a quiet bay. With a mermaid swimming on my bed. With the top down. Her hair waving in the wind. A hotel card key and a joint. And the amazing dream it is. Between patent leather and her skin. Caught in the limbo. Between her eyes and her lips. Afternoon, coffee and rain. Again, the migraine and the pain. Today I hope I find the courage.
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Pablo Diablo: King Crimson - Easy Money
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Friday, October 2, 2009. King Crimson - Easy Money. I could honestly not listen to anything but King Crimson for the rest of my life. Particularly with Levin, Bruford, Belew and of course, Fripp. Renton, Washington, United States. Seattleite Gypsie a Go-Go! I've lived previously in Wenatchee, Mexico City, Tepoztlan, Cuernavaca, Recife, Rio and Buenos Aires. Put your gamertag here too. There was an error in this gadget.
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Pablo Diablo: Mercedes Sosa est Mort
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Got my 12 grapes and my red underwear ready to bring in 2010. Sunday, October 4, 2009. Mercedes Sosa est Mort. For many, she was the voice of the rebellion, of the resistance. A voice of exile, love and dictatorships, a golden strand, indestructible she, weaves in the mesh of us, born under the Southern Cross. Alfonsina will be waiting. Esta noche la vida me va a dar tres luceros. Renton, Washington, United States. Seattleite Gypsie a Go-Go! Put your gamertag here too. There was an error in this gadget.
