Fotoria

I miss being a kid...

2010-03-28T01:05:00.002-04:00

...and nothing else matters...

Healthcare

2010-03-24T23:19:00.007-04:00

I had to do this, I had to take a picture of what high blood pressure, and two hours in an emergency room are worth. Had I not taken my uninsured father to the hospital, who knows..

I couldn't stop laughing the first time I saw it, I showed him the bill, he couldn't stop laughing either. His blood pressure rose a couple of points, from all the laughter at the expense of this hospital.. or the system.

but who gives a shit.. Of course we're not going to pay that! $5,457.00 ???

Freaking Headlights!

2010-03-24T01:52:00.011-04:00

One night, I was driving back to Jersey right, going down Broadway to take the GW at 179^th, so I’m by, I don’t know, 180 something, and there’s this car coming opposite me, with the headlights off, so the car next to mine on the other lane, sees him, and you know, what we do is we flash the lights, right?.basically telling the driver of the car with no lights to turn them on, so the car flashes the light at the other one with no lights, he turns them on, no biggie, I didn't think anything of it. Right out my mind. But then, after crossing the bridge, I’m on Route 4, I looked at my rear view mirror, and there is this van, one of this commercial vans, with the headlights off, I could barely see it, so I just thought to myself, you know, somebody’s gonna flash him, the lights I mean. Like a minute goes by, I look back, and his headlights on, good, whatever, you know. Couple minutes go by, Their back off!. Now, I’m not a superstitious kind of guy, but the whole time, I was checking my lights, like, ok, their on, and I was careful driving, looking around, looking for cars with no lights on whenever I changed lanes, cause I didn’t want this to be some kind of sign, you know, I look back in the mirror and the van’s lights are back on, so that stayed in my mind all the way through. I had to stop in the mall to pick up somebody up who worked there, so I go in the parking lot, I park, I called, and the person said he’ll be out in like 20 minutes or so, so I just turn my car off, roll the windows down, put some music on and wait. About 30 minutes pass, and my ipod, which was connected to the auxiliary port of the radio, stops playing, then the radio light go off, I look up, and I see lights reflecting from the car parked in front of me, My fucking headlights were on the whole fucking time! The car wouldn’t turn on! I had to walk to a nearby supermarket to buy jumping cables, cause mine were all fucked up and didn't want to work. After 3 hours of waiting for somebody to jumps us, with the cables I mean, We finally got out of there. About 3 blocks from the Final Destination, I see a car on the opposite side of the street parked, flashing his lights. The incident on the mall's parking lot had made me forget about that car on Manhattan, and about the commercial van on Route 4, but this new car a couple blocks from my house flashing his lights, not exactly at me, stood there, like, mocking me, The goddamn car was saying to me "Told you so", this freaking asshole was laughing at me, so I just laughed and looked up at the sky, then said to myself while smiling “You Motherfucker”.

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2009-06-30T22:42:00.002-04:00

I'm emotionally heavy, grammatically not giving a fuck, literally thirsty, Metaphorically weak.
The picture has absolutely nothing to do with anything... As random as they come.. as random as dreams and thoughts and thoughts and daydreams and night dreams and women and numbers and luck. At 9 years old I used to say that by 25 I'll be a married millionaire. HA!!. I haven't been home for 10 years, and I'm scared to go back. I hate sunglasses under the moon. I daydream 18 hours a day and I'm also emotionally pissed fuckin off about something or someone, im trying to figure it out still, punching the wall for no reason, I got enough reason to kiss the wall, but yet, like an idiot, i decide to punch it. i got enough reason to spontaneously start dancing, even though i don't dance, like a fuking moron, i just drag my feet. A constant guitar melody is playing in my brain's background, and a montage of pictures/memories, and the big orange coming down, I feel like rolling a blunt.. but yet; there's no reason to be stressed. The year has treated me better than the passing. My heart is 10 pounds heavier, I need weed. yep that's it.. I need some pot.. or maybe beer, yeah, maybe beer will do.. I don't work tomorrow.. so what the hell!.. some hard liquor will help get the job done! get me all sad and shit, start thinking about people, maybe start crying, no. what? Man up buddy, real men dont cry, dont be a pussy. So your mad about something right?. Go punch a face!

date 6/20/08, no point, no intention, just boredom and anger.

2007-10-05T11:34:00.000-04:00

I got more pictures than words, and they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I used to let my pictures do the talking. Business seemed to work that way.

No flash is needed. It would have ruined the reflection of the unknown figure, unknown to itself that is. But don't worry, its not what you think. Its never what you think, if it ever was what you think, then you would be a psychic, and unfortunately for you, your not a psychic, your just a nobody who is thinking about that unknown figure and is trying to feel sorry for it. But let me tell you something my wanna be "psychic" friend, I advise you that you never feel sorry for that unknown and unrecognizable figure, that no soul, titanium hearted figure, for it is that miserable dark shaded figure who will be calling the shots in the near future. So i do not want to see you with that sad, cute looking, eyes watery, "I'm so sorry" face. Unless your tears have no significance to you, unless they are worthless, then I wont mind if you drown in your own tears, for worthless they are. But enough talking about you and your worthless tears. Lets keep it with the figure on the reflection, that figure who will be making you happy for the rest of your life, that figure who will have its own natural shine and if your lucky, only if your lucky and if you wear your seven's right, he will make you shine with him. And when is all set and done I guess you were a psychic after all.

to be continued...

2006-12-06T22:53:00.000-05:00

Despues de cansarse de lo mismo de todos los dias, la pronto famosa Fotoria ha decidido cambiar de estilo. La compañia a durado poco mas de medio mes buscando un estilo diferente de fotografia. "hay que diferenciarce de los demas" dijo ayer el presidente de dicha Institucion de Arte y Lengua. Durante la conferencia de prensa el talentoso fotografo, que todavia se subestima, y tambien Presidente le quizo dar a saber a sus seguidores que durante este proceso de cambio y encuentro a si mismo, Fotoria 1.0 va a exhibir muchas diferencias, pero todavia con el estilo original que titula a esta prestigiosa compañia. El presidente, mejor llamado por sus seguidores y seguidoras como "(-P-)", alias que todavia no se ah descifrado, tambien dijo ayer que durante la llegada de Fotoria 2.0, que por cierto ya esta en trabajo, todo el mundo va a conocer la segunda cara de Fotoria, "es un proyecto por el cual estoy bien emocionado, y espero que les guste." Pero mientra la espera de tal inmenso proyecto, Fotoria 1.0 va a seguir trayendo a sus millones de seguidores lo que a ellos les gusta de verdad.

"She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree"

2006-11-17T21:43:00.000-05:00

She misses her glamour. She misses the privilege of having the memory of an unforgetable night...the poor leaf didnt pay attention to the signs I gave her, now she pays the consequences...

Pobre rostro

2006-11-17T20:14:00.000-05:00

El rostro que alguna vez se dibujo ya perdio su carisma, ya se canso de mirar hacia abajo y de nunca recibir algo mas que un lente amargado. Ya se canso de su una vez anaranjado de verguenza y se desnudo. Le dejo un regalito en el piso al pendejo del rastrillo que no llego a salir de su escondite durante el año entero. Ya no recuerda, olvida, y no le importo aquel lente amargado que todas las mañanas salia y le picaba el ojo. Ahora aquel bello y unico recuerdo de aquella noche se esfuma dentro de una funda negra en un camion de basura en un lugar remoto donde sera olvidado y quizas reciclado y fabricado en una hoja de papel donde algun dia algun politico printeara sus ganancias de robo, digo negocio hecho con dicha persona que le robo su inocencia durante su adolesencia debajo de una joven sombra de verano. La brisa amortiguo la tarde.

"Civilians"

2006-11-12T02:43:00.000-05:00

"at least 1,170.."Civilians" have been killed in October"...

not all by insurgents of course..

In a Shaded World

2006-11-12T02:37:00.000-05:00

The clear cannot be seen without the shaded lenses who take the clear away...

A Crown's Interior;)

2006-11-12T02:24:00.000-05:00

Inside A Crown's Interior you could find the liquid that will cure your sorrow for the long nostalgic hours to come....

Its a nonstop cycle

2006-11-05T15:38:00.000-05:00

Its during a train ride where you will cross with the one from your dreams, There will be a 3 seconde eye-to-eye stare, her stop will arrive and you will never see her again. Your mind will not allow you to remember her 2 stops later. Its a nonstop cycle. Un viejo will stare at you like pensando "esta juventud es un fracaso, suerte que no voy a estar vivo cuando acaben con este mundo". The rest are sterotyped and categorized between ipods and New York Posts, a sudoku will appear once in a while. Its a nonstop cycle. Una china will let you out first because she doesnt want you behind her.

Look closely and draw her between branches

2006-10-30T22:22:00.000-05:00

La pobre sombra se va esfumando con el otoño, la briza sera solitaria, porque quien se atreve a jugar con ella debajo del cadaver de una sombra de verano durante el casi invierno de pluto. Durante halloween las ya desnudas ramas, asustaran y añoñaran sus hojas ya muertas en el piso recojidas por la tambien solitaria briza, a niños acostados viendo por la ventana como las ya desnudas ramas tratan de revivir sombra con la tambien solitaria luna, e ironicamente haran figuras de fantasmas. La soledad es mental, there is no such thing*, where you least expect somebody remembers you, maybe somebody you wont remember, and if you ask me, I'll tell you you put the bitch on life's a bitch, I know I did. Si alguna vez te paras bajo un arbol durante el otoño y miras hacia arriba, veras cosas en ese arbol que nunca viste durante el verano, and if your lucky, entre ramas y hojas anaranjadas veras el rostro de quien te recuerda como si haya sido la noche pasada.

Its an empty Dream

2006-10-28T03:03:00.000-04:00

Aquellas memorias nunca ocurridas in the back of my head me inspiraron el sueño, el sueño de un futuro cercano, or maybe lejano depende de la fucking paciencia, de un futuro nunca soñado antes de que las memorias nunca ocurridas hagan su grito de Tierra!!, "la vida es una carretera que si manejas el Ferrari chocaras con un arbol asesino de 150 años de edad con un record criminal mas largo que el del mismo presidente, ya este año a matado un borracho, un recien nacido y una monja, se le sospecha por trato de homicidio a una mitsubishi, y por tirarle una manzana a la cabeza de un estupido que se sento a su lado, y mañana sera acusado de matar al pobre ferrari que iba a 700 millas por hora" eso me contaron en la bodega, y el cuento sigue: "es mejor montarse en un burrito, porque la vida no tiene el cronometro prendido", el burrito me recordo de aquellas memorias no ocurridas in the back of my head y de la fucking paciencia que debe tener uno para montarse en un maldito burro caminando a 2 kilometros por dia, pero el sueño me inspiro y te dibujo con aquella flor roja a tu entrada.

There is a different smell on the air

2006-10-24T20:06:00.000-04:00

by accident:

"The biggest business move ever".....
fotos

Freedom???..Really??

2006-10-23T20:23:00.000-04:00

picture from Ground Zero @ World Trade Center
fotos

"Stand Clear of the closing doors please"

2006-10-23T20:19:00.000-04:00

Her Secret Guard:...

2006-10-18T15:52:00.000-04:00

.......Its not like Im her stocker, Its not like yo soy su Angel de la Guardia
I juss happen to be behind her when I snapped..When I snapped from that dream, When I came back to the fake ass reality after the Matrix dream which seem so real by the way.
I see her every tuesday night, and she sees me every wednesday night while shes on bed
I guard every single step she takes from 8:45 to 8:47.
I dont know her name but I know her more than she knows herself
She waits 2 minutes every day for her pick-up, but she doesnt complaint, she knows she is being guarded
I will never meet her, but I will always know her better than she knows herself, and she knows it.
She knows that tuesdays from 8:45 to 8:47 she'll feed that wednesday night dream.

Chicken Poop

2006-10-18T15:09:00.000-04:00

(Contains No Poop!!!)....
Grandpa says: "If ya' got dry lips, put chicken poop on'em so you wont lick 'em"

Alohah! in a rainy day in the city

2006-10-10T22:23:00.000-04:00

Canine

2006-10-04T03:33:00.000-04:00

She was literally posing for this pic

Children by the River

2006-10-04T03:26:00.000-04:00

Ferret

2006-10-04T03:20:00.000-04:00

NOT a rodent...

Felinos

2006-10-04T02:54:00.000-04:00

I found these cats behind my garage, y aunke no me guten los gatos, le tire par d foto, eta son la k ma me gutan...National Geographic Style:P...

Starting Off

2006-10-04T02:52:00.000-04:00