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martes



alright - i wake up in the morning & i never stop, ever stop; i don't know what went wrong... digging up an old wound, never to leave it; she's like a devil, i spawn a demon & i don't know what was real
where are you going?

do you even know?
i will follow you...
i feel bad for nothing anymore, 
'cause i spent many years; counting dots, kissing walls, 
saying prayers. 
clicking jaws, 
eating colors, nothing black.
wouldn't touch it, touch me, bad!
goodnight -
i go to bed dreaming 
i'll change; 
but i never move, never stop; i don't know what went wrong. digging up an old wound never to leave it; she's like a devil, and i saw a demon; i don't know what was real.
where are you going?do you even know?i will follow you...i feel bad for nothing anymore, 'cause i spent many years; counting dots, kissing walls, saying prayers, clicking jaws, eating colors, nothing black.

wouldn't touch it, touch me, bad! tunnel eyes- through a tube lights out, goo goo goo ga joob!regular man -
you're tied to a track 
& you 
can never turn back, 
i hear you sing; train coming fast, 


blood whistle blowing, you're gonna crash!
i believe i never should have 
done this 
but i want to believe me, i want to believe me, 
& i've done so much 
when i was wrong...
where are you going?
do you even know?
i will follow you...
i feel bad for nothing anymore, 
'cause i spent many years; counting dots, kissing walls, 
saying prayers, 
clicking jaws, 
eating colors, nothing black.
wouldn't touch it, touch me, bad!tunnel eyes-through a tube lights out, 
goo goo goo ga joob!
come on Jersey, sing it loud: i spent many years flipping OUT!

domingo

jueves

coleccionista de canciones

yo colecciono lápices, fibras y fibrones, pulseras, aros, pañuelos, collares, bufandas esmaltes, libros, fotos, cuadros, discos y amores;

martes

(duramos tan poco como droga barata)

miércoles

me brindaste otro mundo
sin pedirme nada a cambio;
dibujaste en mi cara una sonrisa...

lunes

no te extraño ni un poquito
                        (lier!)

viernes















 despertarme( 6am)levantarme; desayunar(7- 7.30am)salir a correr(8- 9am)preparar dos cortados hirviendo(9.05am)mascullar,hacer desastre,quemarnoselesofagocongonzalito(9.05 a 9.20am),gritar holidays in the sun hasta quedarnos sin voz(9.20 a 9.30am),gonza prometiendome asesinar a mis ex(9.30 a 9.45am),compras imperiosas e irrelevantes(10 a 14pm),comer gelatina hasta tener frio(14 a 15pm)leer moulin rouge(15 a 17pm)cafe libre en casa(17 a 18pm)desvarío musical prolongado(18 a 21.15pm)compras(21.15 a 21.30pm)preparar pizzas varias(21.30 a 23hs)open season:neighborhood´s pizza free(23 a 00.30am)noche de peliculas,cafe y musica con el(00.30 ______)

sábado

-yo creo que un día todos vamos a morir con la bala en la mano;
-¿y hasta ese entonces?
-hasta ese entonces la revolución no suena tan mal...

viernes


im just off a lost cause; a long shot; dont even take this bet

martes

STAY BEAUTIFUL; keep ugly
yo cruzo la calle, corriendo y sin mirar como siempre.
vos caminas hacía la esquina, hablando y riendo como de costumbre.
suena el celular, me apresuro por atender y, sin ver, te choco.
fue pura casualidad, te juro.
me miraste, me reconociste, nos reímos y me saludaste. y justo cuando daba la vuelta, justo cuando me iba (solo dos segundos, sin ver y sin verte)decis: "éste sábado,como todos; a la misma hora y lugar de siempre"
(si, te gustaría)