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ESTOY OLIENDO MIERDA
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28 de abril de 2009
25 de abril de 2009
interzona.
El lugar es falso, una sala de espera entre conexiones, una transición de una forma de ser a otra, que por el momento no es ninguna. Es la interzona. El significado de la interzona, su situación en el espacio-tiempo, se halla en un lugar en que los hechos tridimensionales se mezclan con los sueños, y los hechos emergen en el mundo real... Y en ella se puede morir y se puede matar. Las drogas permiten ir al otro lado del espejo que es la muerte.
19 de abril de 2009
18 de abril de 2009
16 de abril de 2009
13 de abril de 2009
hollow now, im BURNED OUT !
Es que ya lo dije en /2331992 ... i mean "I feel so tired of fight that I need a shoulder to cry "
& no entiendo como pueden ser tan forros los de mi entorno , no pueden compartir la felicidad de los demás? no lo comprendo , me siento desconcertada, cuasi enojada(?) "Mejores tiempos vendrán" , puedo seguir creyendo en aquella frase? YA NO LO SE ! es que no soy demasiado fuerte ._. & ni siquiera confío en mi , ni en los demás...
- Historias Siniestras ;
12 de abril de 2009
10 de abril de 2009
8 de abril de 2009
4 de abril de 2009
-cash culture&violence ;
She says his power is what's happening
Well I'll be sure to be respecting nothing's stopping him
And to move up for him about crushing them
And I'll kick you plain and simple it's a sin man
Leave it to the coroner to detect this
And I'm sure the U.S.A. to wreck this
He drives a tricked out tricked out tricked out Lexus
And he looks at the city says I can take this
It's high into a corner where the one leads
Well it's so fucking high that your nose bleeds
They watch you break the nose out of respect
You broke the nose that is correct
The gates of hell are they closing in
The victim's family going condemn him
He said, "Ah don't trust them"
Yeah he'll show them
The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Poisoned like a rat who drank some strychnine gin
How many men can say they been allow this to happen
Bureaucratic military federation
Living dead will need to rise again
The delicate skipped it heard the rumble
And the legions that are timid lord they crumble
And consequently nothing but a concrete jungle
And lord I wonder
The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're riding and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Nickels, diamonds, can't be found
There's no one, nothing, come straight down
Psychosomatic, come straight down,
You stopped cold from your nervous breakdown
Yeah!!!
The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
(Cash!!!... Culture!!! Violence!!!)
1 de abril de 2009
In my place, in my place were lines that I couldn't change I was lost, oh yeah.
I was lost, I was lost, crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed, I was lost, oh yeah.
Yeah, how long must you wait for him? Yeah, how long must you pay for him? Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
correction: you its me;
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