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I live here...
esta página va con mozilla, pringaos! pasad del explorer.
martes, 17 de julio de 2007
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredoms not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I wouldnt want you
Any other way.
Just, not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I dont want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know Im alive.
Finger
deep within
the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure
.
Say the word and well be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.
But, its not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I dont want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know Im alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but its something youll get used to.
Relax
. slip away.
Something kinda sad about
The way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can it mean anything to me
If I really dont feel anything at all?
Ill keep digging till,
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. turn around and
take my hand.
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En un lejano país existió hace muchos años una Oveja negra. Fue fusilada. Un siglo después, el rebaño arrepentido le levantó una estatua ecuestre que quedó muy bien en el parque. Así, en lo sucesivo, cada vez que aparecían ovejas negras eran rápidamente pasadas por las armas para que las futuras generaciones de ovejas comunes y corrientes pudieran ejercitarse también en la escultura.
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Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
YOUNG WOMAN
When you go on like this, you know what you sound like?
YOUNG MAN
I sound like a sensible fucking man,
is what I sound like.
YOUNG WOMAN
You sound like a duck.
(imitates a duck)
Quack, quack, quack, quack,
quack,quack, quack...
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