Me encanta la gente mexicana!!

I love mexico and everything about it, i also love tattoos and the stories behind them,

so im just going to dump a whole bunch of my favourite latino inspired tattoos and gang pics.

Buenas noches, mis hermosos hijos. Espero que tengas dulces sueños

The Catherine Tate Show

The catherine tate show is so fucking good, i didnt know how else to express that but by attaching a video..

I LOVE IT!!!!

Answerin phones...

Why is it that people who spend like a bajilllion dollars buying iPhones and Blackberrys, and touch screen bla bla blaa's never answer there freakin phones?

Its always whenever you dont need someone there always calling u but the second

u have to meet up with them oor u need something from them BOOM no answer...

Also how everyone is so worried about getting cancer from the radiation projecting from their mobiles, but then you see those same people camping outside the Apple store waiting for the iPhone 4 to come out....

On that note, why do people do that?

Why would anyone, in their right mind, camp outside of an electrical appliance store, all night, in the cold, in public looking like a damm fool.. to buy a chunk of metal that will be marked down 40% within 3 weeks?

Like correct me if i'm being illogical but why oh why don't people learn..?

iPhones were like $100000 the day they came out

and then like $800  3 weeks later

AND THEN updated with new software and a better camera like 5 months later..

Why not just wait?

Like how much do you NEED an iPhone, will you die without one?

I swear, Apple is really on to something good, they can sell you fools fucking anything.

Maybe its the liquid cocaine they pump through the air conditioning systems in the store,

maybe its the money saving plain white boxes everything comes in, that seems so beautifully simple.

Or is it the fact that they put "i" in front of everything, is that what lures people in?

The people that feel like they never own anything, the ones that are self conscious and 

heart broken, they feel by same its my iPod i own this iPod will help their life get better?

What ever it is, people have this idea that Apple knows everything and therefore they must buy all their products...

And you say theres no such thing as illuminati...

HA! i beg to differ

Jams

Stumbled upon some real funky tunes so i thought i might share them with all of y'all
:)
 Ra Shawn - I Got It by iAmRaShawn 

JAMS

Digable Planets - Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

Fabulous song for a rainy tuesday night

ENJOY

One of my favourite jams for a chilled out moment

RE: Blowfly (Maggot) Girl

So i was recently having a competition with my mate about who had the strongest stomach,
who could handle looking at the grossest things, who had the dirtiest mind.
Naturally i assumed, with my stomach of steel, and my gutter mind that i would
prevail and win the title of SICKO.
But i had spoken to soon...
Today was the day i would stumble upon something
something so powerful that it made my stomach of steel quiver.
I couldn't believe it, but i had been pushed in the deep end with this one.

A blog entry by a girl known as 'Blowfly girl'
http://blowflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-is-my-maggot-story.html
(only read if u think you can handle it, its quite explicit to say the least )

I had never read anything like it before, beautifully written with great detail
it left me scarred with the imagery in my mind forever.

But after reaching a point where i felt i was about to see my food again
i found myself unable to look away, i couldn't stop reading
no matter how sick i felt, how gross i thought the things she was talking about were
i couldn't stop. i couldn't look away. not for one second
which lead me to think.....

Why was something i found so repulsive, so fucking interesting that i couldn't stop reading?
I mean how someone could be aroused by these things, are beyond my comprehension
although it lead me to think about many other things
like
What kind of music do you like, if you like to put maggots in side of you?
and like
Whats your favourite colour?
Whats your favourite food?
And how much do you spend on gynecologist appointments per year?

formspring.me

Ask me like you mean it grooowwwl
http://formspring.me/MamaStasia

Bit of poetry

I know i usually do funny

BUTTTTT

Had a bit of a poetic day, decided to write some verses.

Keep in mind i was extremely hung over so their may be spelling mistakes and stuff

Lemmme know watcha think ;)

1:50pm Saturday, April 23, 2011

Draft 1

I am strong, but not invincible

My wounds are scars to keep

I’m a lion in the sunshine

But a cub within my sleep

I’m a fire burning brightly that wont flicker, nor turn weak

But your water, I shan’t stand a chance

In an instant my glow turns bleak

I am a mother of a million

But not one within my womb

I’m a diamond in the outside world

A lump of coal within my room

Is it karma, fate or sin that lured me to your grasp?

Was promiscuousness my protection, or the angel on my clasp?

But from a world filled with sobriety to happiness and love,

Were my morals already crippled, and clipped like a domesticated dove?

I am of great intelligence with knowledge far and wide,

But below your superiority I stumbled and I cried.

My skill and my perception were flawed and incomplete

As you gained a mile or two, I wallowed in defeat.

Without this conditioning would I stand a chance?

To stay intact on the outside, compose the devils dance?

A world of many questions but do I dare to cheat?

A trial, court, no justice, leaving sugar coated defeat.

A sorcerer of evil, your curse has surely last,

A bag of liquid concrete, fixed in, to dry my past

I was once a child, tolerant and naïve

But like a bud that’s keen to bloom

I was nipped and left to grieve

A child that was young but wise, she knew of all that creeped

A child prematurely desensitized to the evil that the world did keep

I am a strong brick building with a façade complete

An underlying infestation of poorly made foundation left me weak

A young adult looked down upon, for their childish ways

If those that only looked down knew, the experiences she faced.

A common misconception left her undetected

Slipped through the system twice,

Though in the end it was only I who had to pay the price

The grieving I still do now, is valid and unique

The loss of a child mind, an adult one left to keep.

The stories we are expected to share,

But then muffled by a sheet

A longing for honesty

But an underlying cheat

If you wish not to hear my voice,

Then why call me night and day

iF the words I bake are too strong for your taste

The you best be one your way

For I no longer stand any tolerance for one way mend and care

For love should be a highway, and both drivers be aware

But now I’ve grown a woman

Who is sure of all she’s done

A woman slowly untangling all the lies that she has spun