sólo recuerdo la voragine de imagenes
dentro de un coagulo de gente
vuelven a mi las arcanas iluciones
de seres que vuelan y explotan juntos y mueren solos.
angustiada es la lombriz no asumida
horrible es la gente
bella es la persona
vomita su alimneta y emprende un nuevo vuelo
tortugas amarillas
aplastando emociones tortuosas
de quienes no conoces más que
un y menos que ambos
para solo morir en paz y vivir en tragedia...
"Fuck load of cunts free in the paper worls
Enlightened situations of a planified fun and orgies of no one
just a bunch of innocent guilty lies
The right answer for everything
The wrong product for everyone
They're always the funny guy
The charismatic one, the honest one.
The beloved and hard earn reward...
But he is a liar.
He is a chauvinistic prick
'cos in your head the world is perfect
'cos in your head I care...
And I don't lie, I care,
but not for you.
Die is what I wan't for you
Not your bodie, but your soul
-You know, that's my problem. I can't see any love, I just want to kill you. Nothing more.Maybe with my bare hands, with my teeth and nails reap your skin offand bury you in salt. - I'm sorry but that's me, that's how I fell in your arms.Please care for me the same I care for you-You ugly son of a bitch, fake sounds come out your mouth. Beat box of emptyness, shit face loose insanity.-But baby please calm down, I'm here for you... please look at me...-I don't want to, I just wanna reap his fuckin head off. He always knows what to say, I think I'll spear him from his gruesome dead; He lifts my spirit throught the others. I don't want to be in his line of sight. Please fuck all the others...please fuck the outside, please save me in the inside, please... just this one, just for me...- You know I can't, you know I must confront you, I must awaken you, I must slap you. I have to lick your disturbed eyes and clean them from the porn that consumes you. You can't die, not anymore, but you can't live this way either... It's not your choice.-I don't wanna die, but sometimes wish I've never been born at all...-Stop cuoting; Don't over steal words again; Yours it's the world, but only if you find the words.-My my my, oh my. My my my oh my.-Stop the dance and start the laughter-I'm only liying to your self in your face while I smile and dance and sing your price and glory...-I'm leaving you alone with your stolen lies.
Mmmm...
Una pregunta al publico cautivo que nunca observa... ¿Creen que la igualdad de condiciones se aplique a las fuertes emociones sentidas por un perro emotivo con ancias de gato o langosta?... Yo creo que si... Aunque las tildes nunca llegan al final de mi inconsiencia, pero la verdad es que no las quiero, las desecho y me enamoro de las comas, porque ellas sostienen la verdad de lo que leas, y ellas le dan sentido al universo, aunque todos sabemos que el universo no es mas que una combinacion de caracteres comenzando por la letra "u"...
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