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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-9106745117338915963?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/9106745117338915963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=9106745117338915963&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/9106745117338915963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/9106745117338915963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/UvTle4t8fAA/u.html" title="U." /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/u.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMQH09fCp7ImA9WxFXGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-435359721642392607</id><published>2010-05-27T15:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:01:21.364+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-27T15:01:21.364+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None" /><title>Untitled 589</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;I'm quite tired of working with you, you have nothing as a designer, you are just copying other people works, this work is so full of shit!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-435359721642392607?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/435359721642392607/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=435359721642392607&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/435359721642392607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/435359721642392607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/Tqdo5-OCtck/untitled-589.html" title="Untitled 589" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled-589.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GQnw7cCp7ImA9WxFXGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-5087447424963551975</id><published>2010-05-25T18:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:12:03.208+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T18:12:03.208+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None" /><title>Modern Heroes</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;www.thepiratebay.org keep on fighting, you brave ones!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-5087447424963551975?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5087447424963551975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=5087447424963551975&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/5087447424963551975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/5087447424963551975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/ev0sYiAErU4/modern-heroes.html" title="Modern Heroes" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/modern-heroes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcAQHY5eyp7ImA9WxFXEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-7673332804645057192</id><published>2010-05-17T19:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:07:21.823+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T19:07:21.823+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None" /><title>Untitled</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;Realmente me estan haciendo no esforzarme, me siento inc&amp;#243;modo ya!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-7673332804645057192?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7673332804645057192/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=7673332804645057192&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7673332804645057192?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7673332804645057192?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/uciL-XjoDQk/untitled.html" title="Untitled" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEHR3k5fSp7ImA9WxFQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-7926650628270102653</id><published>2010-05-06T14:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:03:56.725+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-06T21:03:56.725+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None" /><title>Speechless</title><content type="html">Some of the weirdest thing in life is to experience the next day after someone die, and realize life goes on without you, I don't want anybody to die, we are no eternal, everything has an end,  we are actually nothing!, nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-7926650628270102653?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7926650628270102653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=7926650628270102653&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7926650628270102653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7926650628270102653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/DzavJRyUbZ8/speechless.html" title="Speechless" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/05/speechless.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFR308eSp7ImA9WxFRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-6768362483698821791</id><published>2010-04-27T09:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:08:36.371+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-27T09:08:36.371+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None" /><title>Untitled hocicón</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;Mas r&amp;#225;pido cae un hablador que un cojo, hace mucho que no soltaba algo de lo que no supiera, ca&amp;#237; mas r&amp;#225;pido que estos dos!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-6768362483698821791?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6768362483698821791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=6768362483698821791&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/6768362483698821791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/6768362483698821791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/me9nxL4U6bE/untitled-hocicon.html" title="Untitled hocicón" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled-hocicon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcASHc7fyp7ImA9WxFTF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-8521619820834241455</id><published>2010-04-09T09:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:10:49.907+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-09T09:10:49.907+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None" /><title>Untitled vida...</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;Por que la vida son 4 d&amp;#237;as y 3 ya pasaron, me parece haberlo escuchado antes, lo escuche ayer a un vagabundo, y son&amp;#243; aterrador...
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-8521619820834241455?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8521619820834241455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=8521619820834241455&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/8521619820834241455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/8521619820834241455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/BshncKt8T2U/untitled-vida.html" title="Untitled vida..." /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled-vida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMQn0_fSp7ImA9WxBaEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-5323750968927162964</id><published>2010-03-20T22:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:58:03.345+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-20T22:58:03.345+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SGAE Anti cultura González-Sinde" /><title>Shame on you....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S6VD-38yLpI/AAAAAAAAACI/Eqr-qb62oX0/s1600-h/Sinde.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S6VD-38yLpI/AAAAAAAAACI/Eqr-qb62oX0/s400/Sinde.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450837671451700882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Mentes Retrogradas, SIN CULTURA, Avariciosas, Lo que tratan de defender como derechos de autor no son mas que un producto, eso no es verdadero arte, en la carcel deberían de estar... SGAE.

Como "artista plastico" intentare expresar mis ideas con este tipo de imagenes, la fotografia fue tomada de internet, sin animo de lucro, no pretendo adueñarme de ella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-5323750968927162964?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5323750968927162964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=5323750968927162964&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/5323750968927162964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/5323750968927162964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/GP1jyN-XXCg/shame-on-you.html" title="Shame on you...." /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S6VD-38yLpI/AAAAAAAAACI/Eqr-qb62oX0/s72-c/Sinde.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shame-on-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGSH09fyp7ImA9WxBaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-8901143830299426413</id><published>2010-03-19T19:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:00:29.367+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T19:00:29.367+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="None" /><title>Untitled censorship</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;Aprobada la ley sinde,&amp;nbsp; la web se tiene que manifestar!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-8901143830299426413?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8901143830299426413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=8901143830299426413&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/8901143830299426413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/8901143830299426413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/zKM5H4MgjgE/untitled-censorship.html" title="Untitled censorship" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-censorship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHQXY7cCp7ImA9WxBbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-8462361477165802168</id><published>2010-03-18T17:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:28:50.808+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-18T18:28:50.808+01:00</app:edited><title>Untitled 581</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S6JivsmADBI/AAAAAAAAACA/K5V8jq8VgNk/s1600-h/4422416716_1d9b44027c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S6JivsmADBI/AAAAAAAAACA/K5V8jq8VgNk/s400/4422416716_1d9b44027c_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450027070635641874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Well, yes! I deeply think I didn't came to this world to make friends, and of course I have some, still I've lost many valuable friends, I hate being polite to must people, some of them made me hate the world as it is, some others pushed me to hate everything about them at some point I would even hate their grand childrens, though I enjoy the company of some people, I may be must of the time filled with uncomfort while near of a stranger, people is so sweet so mean so naive so filled with malice, today I am tired of the world or kind of, I  really wish like I able to have a deep friendship with somebody, still I think that deep relationships sometimes are so stressful, people in general is complicated, when did we bacame so complicated?, In general I would describe myself as a person that haven't find the way to communicate myself in the proper way, I would called myself an observer, feelings really confused me, it may be because I think, they doesn't allowed you to think well.

I remember that when I was a child I felt ashame when I found myself having lovely feelings, though I remember having the idea of missing and wanting someone I could open myself, someone I enjoyed the simple state of being, a simple touch used to filled me with and intensive feel of disgust.

I'm still confused about the ways of interact within people, I am so complicated, I am so envious, so rancorous, so filled with unreal ideas, whishes, desires, how can I even undestand myself?

I haven't felt this way yesterday, which things detonates negative thoughts in the human brain,  I think I won't feel this way tomorrow.

I missed being able of wasting my whole time doing nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-8462361477165802168?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8462361477165802168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=8462361477165802168&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/8462361477165802168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/8462361477165802168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/_M_-kj24P5w/untitled-581.html" title="Untitled 581" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S6JivsmADBI/AAAAAAAAACA/K5V8jq8VgNk/s72-c/4422416716_1d9b44027c_b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-581.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQXoyfCp7ImA9WxBbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-7331821166052318827</id><published>2010-03-17T07:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:16:40.494+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T07:16:40.494+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medicina alternativa" /><title>Untitled Alternative Medicine</title><content type="html">Y es que yo realmente creo, que la mayoría de los casos solo juegan con la desesperación de la gente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-7331821166052318827?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7331821166052318827/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=7331821166052318827&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7331821166052318827?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7331821166052318827?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/PWo5Tr21wQo/untitled-alternative-medicone.html" title="Untitled Alternative Medicine" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-alternative-medicone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRnk9fSp7ImA9WxBbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-6100626434123333719</id><published>2010-03-11T19:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:06:27.765+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-11T20:06:27.765+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 579</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S5k0G53c1mI/AAAAAAAAABw/ntjch0OM94A/s1600-h/4422416280_e320ccfdff_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S5k0G53c1mI/AAAAAAAAABw/ntjch0OM94A/s400/4422416280_e320ccfdff_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447442517498582626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me platica un chingo de su "arte" y de lo que para el significa y es que me encanta hablar de eso, no se si es por eso que le hablo, realmente no me cae bien, aun asi siempre terminamos en la misma platica, es una de las personas mas extrañas que conosco y es que creo que no es muy cuerdo, y asi como no me gusta estar con el, creo que me da mucha lastima, y ahi terminamos hablando en un bar de sus estudios de pintura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero no encontrarlo mas fuera de aquel lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-6100626434123333719?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6100626434123333719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=6100626434123333719&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/6100626434123333719?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/6100626434123333719?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/iytVE6LMHRk/untitled-579.html" title="untitled 579" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S5k0G53c1mI/AAAAAAAAABw/ntjch0OM94A/s72-c/4422416280_e320ccfdff_b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-579.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QEQ3s4fSp7ImA9WxBUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-7337788025347730717</id><published>2010-03-05T21:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:35:02.535+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-05T21:35:02.535+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 578</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S5FqXQBHVVI/AAAAAAAAABo/ylssIVcSSIw/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-03-05+at+9.31.38+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S5FqXQBHVVI/AAAAAAAAABo/ylssIVcSSIw/s400/Screen+shot+2010-03-05+at+9.31.38+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445250372136818002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's go Sauce Kun, prove that pussy fox who's the man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-7337788025347730717?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7337788025347730717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=7337788025347730717&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7337788025347730717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7337788025347730717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/pCUCN6SdZlQ/untitled-578.html" title="untitled 578" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/S5FqXQBHVVI/AAAAAAAAABo/ylssIVcSSIw/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-03-05+at+9.31.38+PM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-578.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GRHc6eCp7ImA9WxBUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-7618949632040389654</id><published>2010-03-05T15:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:27:05.910+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-05T21:27:05.910+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 577</title><content type="html">I never thought that appearances played such and important role in most countries, I have always thought it was something we Mexicans had really deep in our culture but I never imagined, seen this in European cultures.
Our flatmates could live in a moderatly dirty place, they don't even pay attention when someone else's clean the house, they don't mind messing the whole place, but they always clean the whole house when they have visits, they spend money they don't even have, going out, drinking, keeping and giving their visits the most spectacular welcome, it doesn't even matter that they will mess the house in 30 minutes, they want to show a cleaned and organized place to their visitor, I don't really get it.

I stopped cleaning often the house because they didn't respected the efford, we used to make by cleaning the house, so I am wondering miself if they don't normally care, why does makes them feel the necessity of showing what they are not to the visitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-7618949632040389654?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7618949632040389654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=7618949632040389654&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7618949632040389654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/7618949632040389654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/_VxSkAz5rms/i-never-thought-that-appearances-played.html" title="untitled 577" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-never-thought-that-appearances-played.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIDRHw7eip7ImA9WxBUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-6239857694528150747</id><published>2010-03-01T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:42:55.202+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-01T15:42:55.202+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 576</title><content type="html">No soy español, aun así cada vez que veo gente aprovecharse de la crisis para vivir del paro, pienso. En la razón de la existencia de la burocracia, creo que se inventó para apaciguar los impulsos de la gente y es que aunque nos las demos  de entes pensantes la verdad es que seguimos siendo animales que aprovechamos cualquier cosa para sacar un trozo de pan de a gratis, esta claro, los niveles de paro aqui son altísimos, pero de toda esa gente que esta en paro, cuantos realmente lo NECESITAN? El paro es un dinero que te quitan de tu sueldo, para protegerte en situaciones difíciles, pero y aunque te lo quiten del sueldo, no es lgo para casos de emergencia?  y es que la gente que recurre al paro como unas vacaciones pagadas haciéndose pasar por listillos, son aquellos los primeros que se quejan de lo mal que esta España,  pero es la culpa de toda esa misma gente, y la verdad es que con este post yo no gano nada ya que no tengo contrato y no podría estar parado ni aunque lo necesitará, la parte que me molesta de esto, es que en mi País algo equivalente al paro es impensable, y seguro despues de esto, España creara alguna burocracia para hacer que sea muy difícil obtener el paro, y auque odio la burocracia y las políticas, bien que se tenería merecido, total que a estas alturas de la evolución, de la tecnologia y todas esas palabras fancies con las que catalogamos nuestra sociedad , no somos mas que perros peleandonos por huesos, y que quede de testimio ,futuros jóvenes españoles si después  les quitan impuestos y no se los regreasan, sera culpa de extrangeros (muchos europeos) y españoles que disfrutaban de el sol y la buena vida y engrosaron la lista del paro a niveles increibles. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-6239857694528150747?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6239857694528150747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=6239857694528150747&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/6239857694528150747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/6239857694528150747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/HrBh8DIHbRY/untitled-576.html" title="untitled 576" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-576.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQ38-fCp7ImA9WxBUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-3967385869156203590</id><published>2010-02-28T15:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:41:02.154+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T15:41:02.154+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled burra</title><content type="html">hola burrota, desde android, bañese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-3967385869156203590?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3967385869156203590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=3967385869156203590&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/3967385869156203590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/3967385869156203590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/shXjbPzI4eo/untitled-burra.html" title="untitled burra" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled-burra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MASXw7fyp7ImA9WxBUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-3191335820627204004</id><published>2010-02-28T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:57:28.207+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T14:57:28.207+01:00</app:edited><title>KDC</title><content type="html">He was so pure for this world... All apologies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-3191335820627204004?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3191335820627204004/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=3191335820627204004&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/3191335820627204004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/3191335820627204004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/eyCj6Ol89uM/kdc.html" title="KDC" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2010/02/kdc.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFRn04cCp7ImA9WxBREk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-1230108687560406247</id><published>2009-12-30T19:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:06:57.338+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T20:06:57.338+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 573</title><content type="html">I basically lost 2 centimeters of my skull , I also lost 4 of my 5 Distal phalanges in my left hand , I found lots of Jack W. funny rhymes that would perfectly suit you, I kind of laugh a lot, I wish I was quicker ! I saw Dead Horses melting in the pavement, DEAD HORSES! , MELTING!

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'VE JUST REMEMBER HOW MANY TIMES I TRANSLATED "WHERE DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT"!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-1230108687560406247?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1230108687560406247/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=1230108687560406247&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/1230108687560406247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/1230108687560406247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/aJn1VeCYO_I/untitled-573.html" title="untitled 573" /><author><name>itachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SHTQy6G-OxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DbN8toIIELQ/S220/270111429.img.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled-573.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEMRX48cCp7ImA9WxBSFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-256923892088002229</id><published>2009-12-24T17:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:38:04.078+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-24T17:38:04.078+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 572</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SzOYhedpBqI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ks4uAsnK59w/s1600-h/pregunta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SzOYhedpBqI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ks4uAsnK59w/s400/pregunta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418842477537330850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I dream that you were like an English man, everybody was in love with your charming way of being yourself, but I was still remembering you as the unsophisticated being you truly are, I was kind of bother, no no I was really annoyed, more than annoyed!, I was even talking about your baldness , your weird hair and how you look like awful cartoon characters, I was so desperate to convince the people that you were not that English man, I guess that's why we are no longer friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-256923892088002229?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/256923892088002229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=256923892088002229&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/256923892088002229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/256923892088002229?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/_bt1lqw6w9o/untitled-572.html" title="untitled 572" /><author><name>itachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SHTQy6G-OxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DbN8toIIELQ/S220/270111429.img.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SzOYhedpBqI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ks4uAsnK59w/s72-c/pregunta.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled-572.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UAQ3cyeSp7ImA9WxNbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-2108646262393981897</id><published>2009-11-13T17:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:20:42.991+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T17:20:42.991+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled ruiner</title><content type="html">You had all of them on your side didn't you? 
You believe in all your lies didn't you?

The ruiner's got a lot to prove he's got nothing to lose and now he made you believe 
The ruiner's your only friend well he's the living end to the cattle he deceives
The raping of the innocent you know the ruiner ruins everything he sees
Now the only pure thing left in my fucking world is wearing your disease

How'd you get so big?
How'd you get so strong? 
How'd it get so hard? 
How'd it get so long? 

You had to give them all a sign, didn't you? 
You had to covet what was mine, didn't you? 

The ruiner's a collector he's an infector serving his shit to his flies 
Maybe there will come a day when those that you keep blind will suddenly realize
Maybe it's a part of me you took to a place i hoped it would never go 
And maybe that fucked me up so much more than you'll ever know 

How'd you get so big? 
How'd you get so strong? 
How'd you get so hard? 
How'd you get so long? 

What you gave to me 
My perfect ring of scars 
You know I can see what you really are 
You didn't hurt me nothing can hurt me 
You didn't hurt me nothing can stop me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-2108646262393981897?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2108646262393981897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=2108646262393981897&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/2108646262393981897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/2108646262393981897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/Ao-8Q9sXDa4/untitled-ruiner.html" title="untitled ruiner" /><author><name>itachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SHTQy6G-OxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DbN8toIIELQ/S220/270111429.img.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-ruiner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkINRHo_fSp7ImA9WxNbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-2887222847028194976</id><published>2009-11-13T16:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:09:55.445+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T17:09:55.445+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 570</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/Sv2CkGQNTsI/AAAAAAAAARk/OlecRVYKU4Y/s1600-h/4004521814_3acb05692c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/Sv2CkGQNTsI/AAAAAAAAARk/OlecRVYKU4Y/s400/4004521814_3acb05692c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403618684579958466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am worn out and  tired of everything (In some way I'd like to explode)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-2887222847028194976?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2887222847028194976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=2887222847028194976&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/2887222847028194976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/2887222847028194976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/XEMc7jUyWo8/untitled-570.html" title="untitled 570" /><author><name>itachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SHTQy6G-OxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DbN8toIIELQ/S220/270111429.img.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/Sv2CkGQNTsI/AAAAAAAAARk/OlecRVYKU4Y/s72-c/4004521814_3acb05692c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-570.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNR386fSp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-5822645030263637869</id><published>2009-11-06T19:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:49:56.115+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T19:49:56.115+01:00</app:edited><title>untitled 569</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/SvRvuIl-qJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TYtYZOSIBHI/s1600-h/cook-mexfam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/SvRvuIl-qJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TYtYZOSIBHI/s400/cook-mexfam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064691495512210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Following the post of Cosmo I felt quite bad because I haven't talked about the members of my family that sadly had past away, so I will say something of them.

Luz was my aunt she died when I was a kid, near my birthday , it was quite weird that everybody was so sad that they weren't in the mood for celebrating your birthday though I never liked birthday parties, she was sick and in some point it was in some way a relief I never heard someone cry as desperate as my grandmother when she get the bad news, she live in a lost town in Hidalgo, she was pretty good at cooking, I remember that she used to prepare enormous quantities of food for an enormous family, I've heard some stories about her when I get older, about his husband and the difficult and strong character she had It was kind of my first approach to know what being dead means (I had weird dreams the night she past away).

Feliciano was my grandfather,the most amazing stories about  a person  had being about him, is like if he was a superman for his family, stories about how he went to Mexico city from the same lost town in Hidalgo, how he without a help from an architect built his own house, how he enjoyed pulque ,
how he and my grandmother used to take care about people that wasn't even members of his family, how awfully poor they were and at the same time how happy they used to be, he liked box and my mother used to watch it with him, I used to watch box with my mother as a child, I don't have any memory about him he died when I was an infant, there is a weird story, about me seeing my grandfather after his death, there is some story even stronger about  other member of my family talking with my aunt Luz (this person was an infant too), my mother always tell me how I was one of his favorites grandson, and how he nickname me muñequito.

Francisco, was my uncle, he was the kind of person you imagine as a chilango, he used to dance danzones, he had such a picturesque life, he was an alcoholic we used to have problems with lots of people we didn't like to see her sisters having dates with boys, he die of cirrhosis , it was as if he knew he was about to die, I had some weird dreams about him the week in which he died, and some moths later, I was already a young adult and it was like the first real encounter with dead, I have some story that I kept like some kind of treasure, because most of his life he looked like a really though guy, when he couldn't drive because of his illness I became kind of his chauffeur in some occasions ,one of those days he told me he like my music, and that he would enjoyed listened more to it if he knew were to looked for it,  it made me feel quite happy to see someone I didn't expect getting as closed as we could be, that's a great memory for me.

Humberto, was the husband of my aunt Rosario, he was a very special character, he had a really though life, though he was never embittered by this, he lived his life with lot of passion, he loves Pittsburgh Steelers and Chivas with all his heart willing to fight to defend the honor of his teams, he hated Televisa so much, we used to pressure Nadia to get the better notes from all school, he was really good telling stories, and dancing rock n' roll, he died in a way i don't actually know, I'm living in another country and it was weird to see someone you knew and respect dying, is like being away makes you think it actually didn't happened, everytime I listened to Teen Tops I remember him instantly.

I don't really know a lot of my other grandfather, but I now whant to know, I just know he was a member of the army , and that people in his town used to have fear of him, and that he had a tattoo he regretted all his life and tried to hide it a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-5822645030263637869?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5822645030263637869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=5822645030263637869&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/5822645030263637869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/5822645030263637869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/yv3H-RW9jC4/untitled-569.html" title="untitled 569" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/SvRvuIl-qJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TYtYZOSIBHI/s72-c/cook-mexfam.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-569.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08CSXwycSp7ImA9WxNUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-453200406620644906</id><published>2009-11-04T21:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:17:48.299+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T21:17:48.299+01:00</app:edited><title>titled Cosmo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/SvHhXxCpinI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kk3CQhZZVvc/s1600-h/8222_100487473304988_100000312074452_10753_7743577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/SvHhXxCpinI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kk3CQhZZVvc/s400/8222_100487473304988_100000312074452_10753_7743577_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400345226611624562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I had some ideas and some bullshit to throw up, all  were being hardly process and I being running deeper and deeper , completes around the world, bullshit bullshit, politics , look book and all the big community of little sissies posers thinking they look original when they don't, and although I've been planning a post for weeks about the atrocity of this hole world, the porpoise of the people, how and why I think we don't have any,  idea of Death as the only certain think we all have in common and how sad is that, yesterday my girlfriend's pet die, I haven't got any pet that really keep my attention like this one even it wasn't mine, I took care of her for some months, and even it is such a small little creature, in one second my mind was filled with you, how empty this room feels without you, and it makes me think how complex what it is important could be described , how difficult is to deal with Death and how unfit I am to deal with this world, this bunny was important to us, I felt so bad when I heard it was dying, Cosmo you have a little place in us , I feel quite bad for all the little things I did to bug you, to "teach" you what was important to us, I would like make an apology to you, and as someone important in my life you deserve your little post here WE WILL MISS YOU SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-453200406620644906?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/453200406620644906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=453200406620644906&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/453200406620644906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/453200406620644906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/mfdr5rNe3pM/titled-cosmo.html" title="titled Cosmo" /><author><name>itachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09419611430109938677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6N_BeaNhzjg/SvHhXxCpinI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kk3CQhZZVvc/s72-c/8222_100487473304988_100000312074452_10753_7743577_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2009/11/titled-cosmo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFRH08fip7ImA9WxNXEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-2833446858565356164</id><published>2009-09-27T20:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:03:35.376+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T21:03:35.376+02:00</app:edited><title>untitled 567</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/Sr-2BCA7TNI/AAAAAAAAARU/6PEWpx5ViL4/s1600-h/3959783160_7a4c601be1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/Sr-2BCA7TNI/AAAAAAAAARU/6PEWpx5ViL4/s400/3959783160_7a4c601be1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386223808195284178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I am a lazy boy (not so young), been like this all my life spend my time doing nothing but being comfortable I kind of regret being like that but still I don't really know, I dont understand life, but know I felt like I need to be in a hurry all the time, I want time for everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/Akatzuki&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21744768-2833446858565356164?l=akatzuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2833446858565356164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21744768&amp;postID=2833446858565356164&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/2833446858565356164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21744768/posts/default/2833446858565356164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Akatzuki/~3/X-4WQr0ut1s/untitled-567.html" title="untitled 567" /><author><name>itachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SHTQy6G-OxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DbN8toIIELQ/S220/270111429.img.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/Sr-2BCA7TNI/AAAAAAAAARU/6PEWpx5ViL4/s72-c/3959783160_7a4c601be1_b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://akatzuki.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled-567.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFRX48eyp7ImA9WxNQFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21744768.post-2382325735836445246</id><published>2009-09-22T23:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:31:54.073+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T23:31:54.073+02:00</app:edited><title>untitled 566</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SrlCO9oDUBI/AAAAAAAAARM/KPCxhzGoWdQ/s1600-h/3912329396_f63ee7423d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__c10tVy3Zws/SrlCO9oDUBI/AAAAAAAAARM/KPCxhzGoWdQ/s400/3912329396_f63ee7423d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384407654326292498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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