sábado, 28 de febrero de 2009

Un día perfecto para el pez plátano...



Después fue hasta una de las maletas, la abrió y extrajo una automática de debajo de un montón de calzoncillos y camisetas, una Ortgies calibre 7,65. Sacó el cargador, lo examinó y volvió a colocarlo. Quitó el seguro. Después se sentó en la cama desocupada, miró a la chica, apuntó con la pistola y se disparó un tiro en la sien derecha.



yo hice su maleta también...

lunes, 23 de febrero de 2009

high and Dry




Two jumps in a week,
I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle,
watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
kill yourself to never, ever stop
You broke another mirror,
you're turning into something you are not

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation,
you'll be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you,
you'll be the one screaming out

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Oh, it's the best thing that you ever had,
the best thing that you ever, ever had.
It's the best thing that you ever had,
the best thing you've had has gone away.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

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Trabajo trabajo trabajo!
Odio NO tener computadorsh MIO y odio que NO ME HABLE cuando le saludo.