For example, there's no pinky shiny stories in this blog. As a matter of fact, there are a lot of complainings. But you already know what to expect. When you are you, you are unique. Be unique, I am.
viernes 15 de julio de 2011
Y LA CONCHA DE TU MADRE.
O sea. NO.
Me tenés que estar jodiendo.
¿Tan difícil es?
Necesito que desaparezcas del planeta.
Eso sería genial.
Así no tengo que evitar cruzarte todos los putos días de mi vida.
And I will replace you. But you yourself are nothing so divine. Just next in line
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Slow. Leave walking to the world. Give your feet a chance. They'll do all the thinking. Toast, high until they find. Less pathetic wine. Until they get a better blend.
Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two. Where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do. And nothing really mattered except for me to be with you . But in time we all forgot and we all grew. You've never been so divine in accepting your defeat. And I've never been more scared to be alone.
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