domingo, 25 de octubre de 2009
viernes, 16 de octubre de 2009
miércoles, 14 de octubre de 2009
TENGO NUEVAS BOLAS EN LA NARIZ
He traido una pieza terrible y delgada en la nariz a falta de otras y hoy he comprado una por un bajo precio
lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009
domingo, 11 de octubre de 2009
SKETCHEAD
5 de Febrero ARCTIC MONKEYS en Madrid, ya lo he dicho hasta el cansancio, pero supongo que soy fan, no puedo esperar mas
Sketchead
He's coming to your party
He's walking up your drive
And he's swinging all his keys round
Sketchead
He's seen you with your top off
He already knows your boyfriend retain your introductions
Sketchead
That cumbersome protagonist
The pips in your quince
They are behind the spoil
The itch you can't itch in your ear
And the knock that shattered your packet of peppermints
Sketchead
There's poison in his spit
He'll compliment your tits
And leave you to your wits
Sketchead
Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald when you gave him the car
Sketchead
Still coming to your party
Still walking up your drive
And still swinging all his keys round on his finger
As a pendulum to un nerve
And then there's you
You've changed
I approach you like you were the same
But soon it was apparant a new name was required
New lips went and fired accomplishments at me
While I'm captivated by your magazine skin
The tint on your limbs is obscures to begin
And you know full well
That anyone who says that
They don't prefer the sequel
Will still be swinging on themselves tonight
Sketchead
He's coming to your party
He's walking up your drive
And he's swinging all his keys round
Sketchead
He's seen you with your top off
He already knows your boyfriend retain your introductions
Sketchead
That cumbersome protagonist
The pips in your quince
They are behind the spoil
The itch you can't itch in your ear
And the knock that shattered your packet of peppermints
Sketchead
There's poison in his spit
He'll compliment your tits
And leave you to your wits
Sketchead
Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald when you gave him the car
Sketchead
Still coming to your party
Still walking up your drive
And still swinging all his keys round on his finger
As a pendulum to un nerve
And then there's you
You've changed
I approach you like you were the same
But soon it was apparant a new name was required
New lips went and fired accomplishments at me
While I'm captivated by your magazine skin
The tint on your limbs is obscures to begin
And you know full well
That anyone who says that
They don't prefer the sequel
Will still be swinging on themselves tonight
viernes, 9 de octubre de 2009
miércoles, 7 de octubre de 2009
El diablo es malo
Hoy salí a caminar al parque, estaba lleno de gente corriendo y en bicis, me siento en una banca y se acerca un italiano de 35 años y homeless queriendome hablar de la vida y diciendome que me quiere conquistar(jajaj), iba a irme pero termino peleandome acerca del diablo ahí fué donde realmente me paré y me fuí, despues de todo habría preferido conversar con un homeless como ese.
Sorry-Lo lamento
Dentro de lo que cabe, parte de la historia de España ya es bastante conocida, pero aqui mismo sucedieron cosas a las que me habria gustado estar presente.
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