"el primero que en vez de arrojar una flecha al enemigo le lanzó un insulto fue el fundador de la civilización"

edyp.

bien la pase ayer
los amigos
genios
lansky
wales
primo
y asi puedo seguir, tirando las asociaciones libres de edyp.





puto.

Seria fantàstic
que anès equivocat
i que el wàter no fos ocupat.

Que fes un bon dia
i que ens fes un bon pes.
Que Sant Pere, pagant, no cantés.

Seria fantàstic
que res no fos urgent.
No passar mai de llarg i servir per quelcom.
Anar per la vida sense compliments
anomenant les coses pel seu nom.
Cobrar en espècies i sentir-se ben tractat
i pixar-se de riure i fer volar
coloms.

y si me convierto en Raskolnikov por un día y mato a Cristina ?

Learn, Holly

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. "

situación de barcito a la mañana..
Yo con los ojos llorosos...
Mozo: Qué vas a llevar?
Mariana: Una lágrima.

La vida es , a veces , un poco sádica.

Hoy me siento mal. Todo absolutamente todo me sale mal. Todo el mundo esta bien sin mi. Me siento extremadamente sola, cansada, mi vida está perdiendo todo el sentido que tenía hasta hace poco. Nada me hace bien. No se que quiero para mi, ni para los demás. Lo único que veo y siento es vacío. Vacío.









Vacío.

No puedo ver cuestión de peso sin sentir un profundo deseo de abrazar a esas personas, de bancarlas..
Realmente me parte el corazón ese programa :(

Oh!, Lady Godiva... my only friend!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXUvHbG7pq0

brain damage

I guess these days i'd been acting kind of weird. It Wasn't me.
... out of my mind.
.
I wonder when it's going to be over.
I can't wait. I'm diying here.




The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is on the grass, remembering games and daisy chains and laughs got to keep the loonies on the path. The lunatic is in the hall, The lunatics are in my hall. The paper holds their folded faces to the floor and every day the paper boy brings more. And if the dam breaks open many years too soon and if there is no room upon the hill. And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me till Im sane. You lock the doorAnd throw away the key Theres someone in my head but its not me.And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear. And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes Ill see you on the dark side of the moon.