Bueno, no sé qué escribir; jaaa clásico.

Ya estamos por llegar a las cuatro mil visitas e.e tal vez si pusiera cosas que a la gente le interesen más hubiesemos llegado antes pero bueno, callense mejor (?)

Canción de la semana

Me acabo de dar cuenta que colgué terriblemente, igual ya me había dado cuenta que dejé tirado nuevamente el blog eh, pero colgué con respecto a la canción de la semana, aunque a nadie le interese. Bueno para resarcir mi error horrible la pondré hoy.

Voy a escribir "te extraño" en un ladrillo y te lo voy a tirar por la cabeza para que sientas lo que duele extrañarte.

Es bueno e.e

En Musimundo venden películas porno.

Amigos e_e

Hay amigos eternos, amigos que son de piel y otros que son de fierro.Hay amigos del tiempo, de la escuela, del trabajo. Amigos que se aprenden, amigos que se eligen, y amigos que se adoptan.Hay amigos del alma, del corazón, de la sangre. Hay amigos de vidas pasadas, amigos para toda la vida. Hay amigos que son más que amigos.Hay amigos que son hermanos, otros que son padres; también hay amigos que son hijos. Hay amigos que están en las buenas, otros que están en las malas, hay amigos que están siempre. Amigos que se ven, otros que se tocan, otros que se escriben. Por supuesto que hay amigos que se van, que nos dejan; hay amigos que vuelven y otros que se quedan. Hay amigos inmortales, amigos de la distancia. Hay amigos que se extrañan, que se lloran, que se piensan. Amigos que se desean, amigos que se abrazan, que se miran.Hay amigos de noche, de siestas, de madrugadas. Hay amigos hombres, amigos mujeres, amigos perros. Hay amigos que deliran, otros que son poetas. Hay de los que dicen todo, amigos que no hacen falta decirlos. Amigos nuevos, viejos, viejos amigos. Hay amigos sin edad, amigos gordos, flacos. Hay amigos que no nos llaman, que tampoco llamamos. Con poco tiempo, amigos desde hace una hora, desde recién. Hay amigos que dejamos ir, otros que no pueden venir, amigos que están lejos, amigos del barrio. Amigos de la palabra,amigos incondicionales. Hay también amigos invisibles, amigos sin lugar, amigos de la calle. Amigos míos, amigos tuyos, amigos nuestros.Hay muchos amigos; amigos en común, amigos del teatro, de la música,amigos de verdad. Hay amigos que están tristes, otros que están alegres, otros que simplemente no están.Hay amigos que se la pasan en la luna, otros en el campo, y otros en el cielo.. Todos, absolutamente todos los amigos tienen algo en común:Son indispensables.

Perdón a Aixu que le robé este pedacito de texto.

Pay it foward

Chris: Hola, soy Chris Chandler y hoy me encuentro aquí con un insólito chico de 11 años, Trevor McKinney.

Trevor, debes sentirte muy orgulloso de ti mismo.

Trevor: No jaja.

Chris: ¿No estás orgulloso de ti mismo?

Trevor: No lo sé, supongo.

Chris: Vamos, empezaste el movimiento de "cadena de favores", ¿no estás orgulloso?

Trevor: Bueno supongo, obtuve una "A" en Ciencias Sociales. Fué por mi esfuerzo, aunque la idea no funcionó.

Chris: Estás aquí.

Trevor: Si pero, no sé, me esforcé mucho pero en realidad no pasó nada. Con mi madre si funcionó, habló con mi abuela y se reconciliaron. Fué muy duro para ella. Para mi fué estupendo porque mi abuela vino a mi fiesta de cumpleaños, la extrañaba. Lo de favor por favor ha tenido éxito por mi madre, porque ella fué muy valiente. En cuanto a mi, no sé creo que hay personas que tienen miedo o algo, pero las cosas pueden ser distintas. En realidad el mundo no es exactamente una mierda, aunque supongo que es duro para aquellos acostumbrados a que las cosas sean como son aunque sean malas, y no quieren cambiarlas, se dan por vencidos, y entonces se sienten como perdidos.

Parece a propósito, primero me hablan todos todos; y de repente todos me dejan re colgada y se van, y me quedo sola literalmente.

Canción de la semana

Letra

The Saddest Commercial Ever e_e

I wish I could touch you again, I wish I could still call you "friend"; I'd give anything.

I think I'll get outta here where I can run just as fast as I can to the middle of nowhere.

Canción de la semana

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all. And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad. (x2)


Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn. You must not have got 'em. There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a name her Bonnie.

I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't wanthim. I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggestfan. I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat. Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.


My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be great, to put your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote,
I hope you have the chance.
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans. If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew. That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old. We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no. That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.

I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you
You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.
I never knew my father neither.
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on.
Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps
when I'm depressed.
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me. See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it. My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7. But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does. She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up. You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose. Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.


My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be great, to put your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad


Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans"
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.
It's been six months and still no word. I don't
deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the
addresses on 'em perfect.

So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it.
I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.
Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"
You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"? About that guy who could have saved that other guy fromdrowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him? That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me fromdrowning. Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.
I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall.
I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it. You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe withoutme. See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk. But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you. 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too. Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now. Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy. You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that. And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap.

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you. Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you. And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some.

And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other.
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.
Or maybe you just need to treat her better.
I hope you get to read this letter.
I just hope it reaches you in time.
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin'
just fine
If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan. I just don't want you to do some crazy shit. I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick. Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it...his name was...it was you. Damn.

Hoy ♥

Tengo más libros que Micaela (?) y eso que no están todos en la foto, tengo el doble que esos.

Dejando pasar los días como un sueño del que ya nadie quisiera despertar.

Whatever weather, cold or warm; just let you know that, you're not alone.

(?)

Despacio con ritmo bueno, 
asi se llega a la cima, 
suave, suavecito, no vayas con tanta prisa.  
Observa todo el terreno, 
subete a una montaña, quedate un ratito y despues te bajas.  
Quedate un ratito, 
y despues te bajas (bis)  

Huele una margarita, 
una rosa y un clavel, 
prueba un poco de todo, 
lo que sea placer.  
Para gozarlo rico, 
tienes que conocer, 
lo bueno y lo malo 
y lo que te de placer.  
Lo bueno y lo malo 
y lo que te de placer...  

Ahora en buen camino, 
nada nos va a parar, 
lo que sea que encontremos, nos gustara 

Lo que sea que encontremos  nos gustará (bis)  

Para de correr, tranquila, sigueme a mi, tranquila, 
deja de mover, tranquila, 
o se terminaran tus pilas.

Canción de la semana

GET IT!
HA HAGET IT!
HA HA
HA HA
HA HA

Criminal
All the suffering
It makes me think like a
Criminal
All the suffering
When we're alone
Criminal
All the suffering
It makes me feel like a
Criminal
All the suffering
When we're alone

Tentacle enough for me
And burn inside in agony
What power will enable me
To carry my mission

A hunger comming over me
As I learn to hide the agony
To make a final remedy
To close the door once and for all

In a world that i don't want to know
With a message that i never want to send
To be free from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
Don't tell me I can not go
When the wound in me refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end

(it seems the whole experience is)
Devil and crippling
The pain is much more then
Physical beyond belief
When we're alone

Tentacle enough for me
And i moan inside in agony
What power will enable me
To make this decision

Despair is hauling over me
No way to hide the agony
Inbracing my calamity
To save myself once and for all

In a world that i don't want to know
With a message that i never want to send
To be free from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
Don't tell me I can not go
When the wound in me refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end

Now you want to know
You want a name
You want to call me motherfucker
Now you want to know
You want a name
You want to say it doesn't matter

Now you want to know
You want a name
You want to call me motherfucker
Now you want to know
You want a name
You want to say it doesn't matter now

Now that you wanna know
Now you wanna name
Now you wanna place
Now you wanna time
Now you want it all

Now that you wanna know
Now you wanna name
Now you wanna place
Now you wanna time
Now you want it all
Now

In a world that i don't want to know
With a message that i never want to send
To be free from all of this
I want you to quicken my end

Don't tell me I can not go
When the wound in me refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end

Don't say that it isn't so
Im on a path that you'll never comprehend
Set me free from all of this
I need you to quicken my end.

Lie naked on the floor and let the messiah go through our souls.

Y hay veces que no puedo simplemente acostarme a llorar como la más hija de puta, pero no te tengo a vos.

The falling of christ

Lo sé, soy una pelotuda.

Minus blinfold, Deftones

Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's top
Must leave the house soon mean gone cause my pops he's hot
Grab my blue backpack, My walkman, grip my bicycle
Because I know my friends are waiting at the door
I'm feeling loose like you - Just fucking around and shit
Til that comes fifty-five I'm twenty-six
Let me go I give more
And you know I fold I
Come at me! Come! Come!
My activites don't cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you to
Asking for it, like we got
Yes we cross but we create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you - shit fuck'em
You let this screw I thought they knew you
But when you turned your back I know they're going do
You had to prove me right and then we did
And that son of a bitch he swerved almost hit two kids
I'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hate
So when there's nothin but the real swing in her fuckin
Rape! No! One! Me! no choice
Let me go I get bored
And you know I'm fuckin flown!
Come on! Come! Come!
My activities don't cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you to
Yeah we cross but we create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you - Burn
Let me go I give more
And you know - ohh
So good we could and
We learned to cry and
Lift me up
Come on! Come!
My activities don't cross but they create
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you
Dis me court, like we got
Yeah we cross but we cried
You know I want to pick you up
But they don't want you - up!