The March that clichés will forget about

Original Facebook Date: February 3, 2008

Location: Study - Forgot about incense - expecting

Feeling: Surprised

Listening to: AC/DC - Back in Black

Ha! Entry on time! (Invisible crowd cheers).

Yeah, I hate you bastards.

It’s pretty crappy when the things you say are gonna happen don’t. I said I was going to have a video posted on (teh powahful) YouTube, but no, it seems that Nicolás’s webcam has it’s microphone fucked up (God damnit!!). So nyeh, no videos until camcorders fall from the sky. Yesterday I had (amazingly) a pretty darn good day. Remember the entry about imagination? (No, and I’m not lookin’). Anyways, I abused of my own drug all day and it turned out awesome. We got juicy money for the trip to Spain (Hey hey hey, you know what? I thought of a name for the entries I’m writting over there: Lonely Iberia Chronicles, hooray for subtle word puns). The truth is that I have been quite jolly, reasons reserved so don’t get excited (Cue laugh track) I’ll write about it when the time comes. (He SWEARS we don’t know). We watched the Last Bread (fuck you that name was awesome!) play at school. They handed it out pretty well without a bassist, and yes Leonardo you ROCKED, stiff as a rock but yeah, you ROCKED (Che, me zambushés el cerebelo viteh). If there is something I’m needy of, it’s definitley music. I want to get me some good CD’s that are pretty diverse (AC/DC to Native American music, Charlie Hunter to Scottish bagpipes). So I can tank up for the trip to Spain (Yeah! the Lonely Ibe- SHUT UP!).

Well you ignorant bastards, for your information tomorrow (hopefuly) half the country is going out to the streets. And amazingly I’m marching too (OH MY GOD, HE’S GONE MAD) nyeh! I’m colombian too, I want my country (CLICHÉ WARNING) to be in peace, and if I can help make a difference then the shit, I’m going out against those (bleep?) evil motherfucking child killing insensible no good inhuman envoys of the putas hope burning happiness spoiling freedom taking image damaging ecolocically unconcius (wha?)bad reputation giving bastards. (Aaaaaaaaand........breathe). My children have the right to grow up in a country where they shall feel no fear when seeing it’s beauty, they have the right to say that they are proud of the justice and freedom in the sovereign nation that raised them, and they have the right to say that peace is the best value a Colombian can give. May this great portion of the America see it’s spilling of blood undone. Tomorrow, I march. For freedom, for justice, and the life of those gone.

Sharkman, signing off.

PS: Next week, we’re analyzing the phenomena of malpatriotas.