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Vol 1, No 76 | June 18, 2009

Cuando te vayas te persiguiré, amorcito corazón. I’m not a stalker, per se, but I’ve found myself uncontrolably standing up and moving in the direction you move. Perhaps I’ve been listening to too much Ludacris, but is that a bad thing? After all, it is summer, and I’d love some chicken and beer. And you? Maybe I’ll ask you next time I find myself standing next to you at the urinals.

Te llamabas Patricia, eras medio mulata y decías conmigo Barça Barça, nos reíamos de la euforia y estábamos espásticos. Luego perdí la memoria y me desperté en la calle. Me gustaría volver a verte.

Why waste time fucking in the bedroom when you’ve got a beautiful roof terraza all to yourself? I’ve seen you up there, alone in Sant Pere, sucking on fags and looking to the skies. If you’re feeling lonely, I’m ready and willing. marcelloslittlegames@gmail.com

Montse, des que vaig tocar la teva dolça pell et penso sens parar. No entenc perquè no ens hem tornat a veure, aquella nit fou màgica i m’agradaria repetir-la. dislexicemprenyat@hotmail.com

I saw you dancing the lambada at the Bogatell chiringuito last weekend and you move like no other, especially for a white girl. What’s your secret? I was the guy with glasses and the polo shirt, too pale for this world, who sat strumming my guitar in your direction in a way that said, “Come hither.” You didn’t. Don’t ignore me next time. I’ve got ballads to coo in your ear.

Mare meva, you’ve made my friend grow horns. Yes, I fault you for it, you little cabroncito catalán. I thought there was hope for you, pero now perhaps it would be best if you just stayed far, far away, and make your indecision someone else’s misery. Just do everyone a favor and don’t come knocking again when it suits you.

Leías BCN Week en el metro de la Barceloneta. Nunca un escote playero me gustó tanto. Sí, soy el chico de los pantalones de pitillo y camiseta de Hitler european tour. ¿Me recuerdas? comunistacérrimo@kalandraka.es

El otro día me viste en el Niu camp, alta, morena, pechos enormes y una sorpresa entre las piernas. Tu coche era un SEAT panda por el que podías ver la raja de mi falda. No tengas miedo, soy una transexual cojonuda. travestinsaciable@gmail.com

Hombre de los ojos como furias, me excitó mucho verte sentado en ese sillón antiguo mientras hablabas de planetas alineados mientras mirabas mis piernas. Me fui, tenía una cita, pero me hubiese encantado tocarte en la intimidad. rubiademorenote@plexiglas.cat

I think you give bike tours, or at least I have to assume that’s why you were being followed by 23 British freaks, cycling away down Valldonzella. Were they drunk? Is that really part of your job? Four of them almost ran me over as we were rounding the corner. Perhaps you’ll recall my glare; I recall your blue, blue eyes. If we can just sit quietly and have a tinto, I’ll forgive you your trespasses. limonysal@hotmail.com

by Lady Ondina Osborne

Aries
This summer, running with a pack of watergun-toting freaks is a thing of the past. You should strap on some real muscle – take a Viagra if you have to – and sell your shit like it’s 1 Euro beach doughnuts and your life depends on it. Try out your home highlights and see if that cougar doesn’t respond to your smooth skin and the artificial grey at your temples. Yes, you’ve finally reached the point where an older woman will have you. It’s rebaja time, baby. Get down.

Taurus
An old friend was an impressive bowler. 9 games out of 10 he was marking up more than 220 points, and he had a shirt with his name on it and one of those professional-looking gloves. But then we happened to notice that his toes were always going over the line, and it destroyed all our Big Lebowski fantasies. Who’ve you been trying to impress with your cheating? And have you noticed that you’ve had toilet paper attached to your shoe since you came out of the bathroom?

Gemini
Your recent love life is the plaid vs. stripes rule in microcosm: you can’t rock two opposing forces at once, even if you think you’re being daring. Pau may be pretty and Jordi an excellent cook, but do you honestly think you’re all going to get together and make naked lasagna? You didn’t invent the recipe for disaster, but if the balls you’ve been juggling happen to collide, that tomato sauce is going to run blood red, and not because Aunt Flo is visiting again.

Cancer
Have you noticed that most people tend to believe what other people tell them? Someone who repeatedly proclaims, “I am responsible,” is often believed to be responsible. Someone who claims to look great in red feather boas is assumed to look great in red feather boas. Whether we’re collectively trying to avoid thinking or just inescapably reverting to our natural sheeplike tendencies, we constantly struggle to accept uncomfortable truths. Be on the lookout this month for a big, fat manipulator who will deliver a patent lie like it’s a schwarma de pinxos.

Leo
You’ve lost something recently through pure descuido. The situation is neither as serious as ruining the Mediterranean by pumping industrial waste straight into it, nor as trifling as getting your bike seat stolen because you forgot to remove it, but it’s eating at you nonetheless. Perhaps instead of getting defensive you should consider which unintentional carelessness it was that led to this Category 2 hurricane. Solutions are just around the corner.

Virgo
I’m afeared of the secret cat cabal that assembles at dusk outside my window, and beginning to understand why people get aticos. For all the bird shit and bat guano that you may remove by the shovelful, you don’t have to endure the Eyes-Wide-Shut, scream-inducing sex rituals and post-coital aggression of these rabid demons. Like the peace that comes with nesting up high, mellowness is beginning to infiltrate your life.

Libra
Let’s talk about knock-offs. At a certain point, quality does become more important than quantity, even in a season when H&M is selling smocks made out of floral-print cheesecloth and calling them clothes. And yes, people can see clear up your hoohah when you wear that shit. Metaphorically speaking, you’ve taken to buying fake Louis Vuitton, and it’s time you ask yourself what you’re really after... a perfectly sewn up package or the false admiration of your peers?

Scorpio
A French sailor once roamed the streets of Barcelona in search of passionfruit juice. Not finding what he was looking for at Kentucky, where they only sell liquids that inspire more visceral emotions, he finally settled for repeated visits to Alcampo, the Walmart of the Ciutat Comtal. The trips may have cost him a bit of his dignity, but he found what he was looking for. Life’s like that, though. Sometimes you have to let go of utopia in order to retain at least part of the fantasy.

Sagittarius
Wikipedia offers a fascinating array of information on the uses and medicinal properties of ass and moose milk, the latter more popular in countries where you might have to slit the moose open and crawl inside for warmth if you get caught in a snowstorm. In our southern climes, ass liquid reigns and can be used to repair the damage you’re currently inflicting on your skin. Get out of the sun and start sucking on some tetas.

Capricorn
What’s a Cosmo without the lemon rind? What’s a sockhop without the dance? What’s a film without the surprise? Without a twist, your narrative’s getting a little stale as well. Whatever happened to your unpredictability, your je ne sais quoi, your random city streaking? Just because the Naked Man is ubiquitous doesn’t call your uniqueness into question. Do something surprising this month, even and especially if you think it might shock your friends.

Aquarius
Old men don’t waste a thing. Every drop of that runny egg gets sopped up with bread, every gota of that vermouth is going down the gullet. Take a page from the gente de la tercera edad this month, even if you feel that your youth affords you time to waste. Otherwise, you’ll find you have squandered the joys that come with waking up in the morning pain-free. And no, hangover headaches don’t count.

Pisces
Lately you’ve been putting far too much emphasis on rationality. Though it may serve its purpose in your professional life, other exciting parts of your personality are dying a slow death under the weight of your seny. Rauxa exists for a reason, and “I love you” is just code for acknowledging a mutual connection. Make like you’re a teenager and it’s glue sniffin’ time. Who knows where the night will lead you?

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