A ver, vamos a aclarar una cosita. Querido, mataron a miles de aborígenes para enseñarnos el castellano, y vos en una sola oración te cagás en mil años de historia. Media pila, no cuesta tanto hablar bien.
febrero 25, 2013
febrero 21, 2013
Patience.
I'm sick of losing my patience. Out of time. Lacking rhythm. Barely concious. Over sensitive. Feeling weaker as I stumble around. Get out of my mind. In the morning rests the paper. Heavy snow fall wakes my neighbors. The alarm calls, I clean out my eyes. Feeling nauseous as the world spins around. Get out of my mind.
febrero 19, 2013
Tonight, we're washing off the blood. And I've tried to give you what you want. What is it that you want?
Day spent with not a word to say. Routine, red lie. So jump, we'll sit and burn a lie. We'd rather burn than fight.
But I ain't gonna be here too long. We've become so good at fooling all, so good, we often fool ourselves. We think twice and always turn around, a comfortable frown. So jump but sit and burn a lie. There's no wrong, no right. And I ain't gonna be here too long tonight.
febrero 17, 2013
febrero 09, 2013
febrero 08, 2013
I want to... I want to be someone else or I'll explode. Floating upon the surface for the birds, the birds, te birds? You want me? Well fucking come and find me, I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches and nothing... nothing, nothing, nothing. You want me? Well fucking come on and break the door down. I am ready.
febrero 07, 2013
febrero 01, 2013
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