sábado, 22 de noviembre de 2008

You say tomato, I say STONE TEMPLE PILOTS!

ahhh... no se si a todos les pasa, eso de ir y venir con la musica, que llegan al punto de olvidarse lo mucho que les gusta una banda, hasta que alguien o algo les recuerda que esa banda existe y que vinieron a tu pais y que por el hecho de que no te acordabas que te gustaba una bocha no la fuiste a ver,(por eso o por que tocaron en un puto festival y la re concha de la lora! pedazos de hijos de...perdon...).
Bueno, la cosa es que, buscando musica nueva me reencontre con el cd CORE de Stone Temple Pilots,que obviamente no es nada nuevo ya que es un disco que salio en 1992 y que resulta bastante refrescante (cuando te olvidas por completo de una banda), demas esta decir que la voz de Scott es increible y como es escorpiano tiene ese "no se que"...yes, yes, I've got the hot pants for SCOTT too!!...ehhhm...que hace que las canciones sean mas enjoyables (me cuesta poner la palabra disfrutable, me parece estupida and I dont even know if thats a real word.)
en fin, es una banda del carajo y hace que me guste mas y mas el grunge.
Asi que para que tengan una sobredosis de grunge (sin ninguna intencion de insultar a Layne Staley y algun otro) aca tienen una parte de Angry Chair cantada por Scott Weiland y "tocada" (teehee!) por Alice in Chains....y yo sigo revolviendo a ver si encuentro otra de esas bandas importantes que se me olvidan cuando me dejo llevar por lo que dice mi hermana, que segun ella la unica banda buena de los 90's es Pearl Jam...ay! no tiene la mas puta idea!!

bye Sweetcheeks!

Mr Weiland: "I'd suck dick for fashion and there was a time when I'd suck dick for a crack hit, but I never had to. I'm rich."


sábado, 1 de noviembre de 2008

THE MONSTER

"To me religion seems like a bunch of people talking to their imaginary friend."

Hey gente besha!!! Quiero que sepan que no pienso poner ningun video de este show, por que los sacados de youtube estan cortados, y se pierde un poco la gracia del todo el acto...ya se es Dylan, y nunca pierde la gracia...pero es que no da ver el show en pedazos (ya lo intente, es muy irritante, mas si es un video de 1:55 horas)...asi que les recomiendo que se bajen el video de Monster de Dylan Moran si es que les gusta el humor irlandes inteligente. y si no me da lo mismo, mueran siendo ignorantes... Para aquellos que conocen a Dylan Moran saben lo que digo y los que no, seguro es amor a primera vista como me paso a mi :-) silly me!...

Black Books: Cooking the Books (Bernard and Jehovah's Witness )

Jehovah's Witness 1: Hello, we were wondering if we could talk to you about Jesus.

Bernard: (desperate to avoid doing his tax return) Great! Come in!

Jehovah's Witness 1: What?

Bernard: I'd love to hear about Jesus! What's he up to now? Come on in, come on!

Jehovah's Witness 1: Are... are you sure?

Bernard: Yes! In! In! Come in!

Jehovah's Witness 2: It's a trick!

Jehovah's Witness 1: No... it's just... usually, people don't say yes.

Bernard: Well I'm not people! Come on in! Let's talk beliefs! Come in, come in. Grab a pew. Right, let's go.

Jehovah's Witness 1: Well, to be honest, we've never actually thought this far ahead. It's nice in here. "Indoors".

Bernard: What's your favourite story about our Lord?

Jehovah's Witness 2: Moneylenders! Has to be the moneylenders. Chasing them out of the temple...

Bernard: It is knock-out stuff, isn't it, yeah? And yourself?

Jehovah's Witness 1: Oh it's... it's all good. But I suppose when he, when he rescued, when Jesus rescued the Samaritan.

Bernard: No, that's a story Jesus tells about the Samaritan who helped somebody else.

Jehovah's Witness 1: Really?

Bernard: Yeah.

Jehovah's Witness 1: Wow.

Jehovah's Witness 2: And I like the one where he went to dinner with the tax collector.

Bernard: (looks disgusted at the mention of tax) And do you have any literature or anything I could look at? (Jehovah's Witnesses shake their heads)

Jehovah's Witness 1: Oh yes! Those books and magazines we have! Books and magazines!

....JAJAJA deberian ver ese capitulo...

Happy birthday Dylan!!!! (03-11-08) y si de escorpio tenia que ser.

lunes, 27 de octubre de 2008

AFTER HOURS (Blind Melon live)

And if you close the door
The night can last forever Leave the wine glass out
And drink a toast to never Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes and say
Hello Hello!
Your my very special one But if you close the door
We'll never have to see the day again...
si no fuera por Shannon life would fuckin suck!!

jueves, 16 de octubre de 2008

Living like this is no better than dying

ahhh the Black Crows, banda de la que nadie se acuerda (and everyone should). Y como no se bien que onda con la banda por que solo escucho sus temas, acá tienen un copy-paste (para gente bilingüe):

With members not much older than the trends they revived, the Black Crowes had the look (long hair, velvet flares, fur-trimmed vests, impossibly skinny physiques) and the bluesy, boozy, two-guitar rock sound of the early-'70s Rolling Stones and Faces. The Robinson brothers’ father, Stan, was a onetime singer who had a pop hit in 1959 with "Boom-a-Dip-Dip." He discouraged his sons from becoming professional musicians, but by 1984 they had formed the band Mr. Crowe's Garden (named for a favorite childhood fairy tale). This group evolved into the Black Crowes, with Chris dropping out of college along the way. Their debut album, Shake Your Money Maker (#4, 1990), sold a million copies and won them Best New American Band in the ROLLING STONE readers and critics polls. In true album-rock throwback fashion, its singles were only minor hits: “Jealous Again” (#75, 1990), “She Talks to Angels” (#30, 1991), and a cover of Otis Redding’s “Hard to Handle” (#26, 1991).


In March 1991 the Black Crowes were fired from their opening-act slot on ZZ Top’s Miller Beer–sponsored tour after Chris Robinson, onstage in Atlanta, made sarcastic remarks about commercialism. That May the Crowes launched their own tour and three shows into it fired opening act Maggie’s Dream, after hearing that band in a Miller Beer radio ad. Also in May, Chris Robinson was arrested for assault and disturbing the peace after a postshow argument with a female customer at a Denver convenience store. Before pleading no contest three months later (he got six months’ probation and a $53 fine), he collapsed of malnutrition and exhaustion during a British tour. Upon his recovery, the Crowes played Moscow on the Monsters of Rock Tour of the Soviet Union.With new guitarist Marc Ford (from L.A. band Burning Tree), the Crowes acted on their pro-marijuana rhetoric by playing the April 1992 Great Atlanta Pot Festival, staged by the National Organization to Reform Marijuana Laws (NORML). Two months later the band’s second album (named for an antebellum hymnal) entered the Billboard pop albums chart at #1; again its singles were only minor hits: “Remedy” (#48, 1992) and “Thorn in My Pride” (#80, 1992). In February 1993 the band played a free show in Houston, with its own handpicked security, to make up for a show the previous October, at which, the band felt, security guards had roughed up fans. The next month the band ended a Louisville, Kentucky, show after one song, ostensibly because of a backstage fracas between its road crew and plainclothes narcotics officers. The band’s security chief and merchandising supervisor were charged with assault and resisting arrest. The band’s 1994 album, Amorica, reached #11, but again yielded no hit singles. Amorica’s original cover, depicting a closeup of a woman’s bikini underwear with pubic hair showing, was changed after some chains refused to carry the album.The making of the band’s 1996 release, Three Snakes and One Charm (#15), was fraught with tension. The group returned to Atlanta to record the effort but was distracted by a lawsuit brought by a former manager (the case was later thrown out of court). During the next year, guitarist Ford was fired and original bassist Johnny Colt quit (he was replaced by Sven Pipien, a friend of the band’s from Atlanta). A career-spanning box set, Sho’ Nuff, came out in 1998. And in 1999, the group resurfaced on a new label, Columbia, and an album, By Your Side (#26), that was greeted as a return to rollicking form. The single “Kicking My Heart Around” reached #3. Later that year, the band joined former Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page for concerts at L.A.’s Greek Theatre, which were documented on the 2000 release Live at the Greek. The artists also toured to support the recording. On New Year’s Eve 2001, Chris Robinson was in the news again, when he wed 21-year-old actress Kate Hudson, the daughter of actress Goldie Hawn and singer/songwriter Bill Hudson, who had starred as the groupie Penny Lane in director Cameron Crowe’s autobiographical ’70s rock saga, Almost Famous. The band’s 2001 album, Lions, debuted in the Top 20.

nah, pero enserio, es una linda banda por mas que no tenga idea de como se llaman los miembros (o mejor dicho, que no sepa el nombre de los integrantes, no creo que sus miembros tengan nombre...anywho).

viernes, 19 de septiembre de 2008

Que tristeza cuando me acuerdo que ya no estas!

26 de Septiembre de 1967

21 de Octubre 1995

http://www.hotshotdigital.com/WellAlwaysRemember.2/ShannonHoonBio.html

no encontre palabras mejores que en esta biografia, y lo que siento por Shannon no lo puedo describir.

viernes, 12 de septiembre de 2008

Im NORMAL damn it!!!


Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dali
"I don't do drugs. I am drugs. "
"Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it."
"Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure - that of being Salvador Dali."
"It is good taste, and good taste alone, that possesses the power to sterilize and is always the first handicap to any creative functioning."
"Painting is an infinitely minute part of my personality."
"The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot"
"There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction."
"Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die. "
“I am going to my room to masturbate before I have a light lunch, if you would like to come and watch" (weehoo! naughty!)
"I shall be so brief that I have already finished”
"Happy is he who causes a scandal”

lunes, 8 de septiembre de 2008

guess I already knew you were a "Nothin-Man"


NOTHING MAN

Once divided...nothing left to subtract...Some words when spoken...can't be taken back...Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...Future's above...but in the past he's slow and sinking...Caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go...Nothingman...Isn't it something?Nothingman...She once believed...in every story he had to tell...One day she stiffened...took the other side...Empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...One just escapes...one's left inside the well...And he who forgets...will be destined to remember...oh...oh...oh...Nothingman...Isn't it something?Nothingman...Oh, she don't want him...Oh, she won't feed him...after he's flown away...Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...Burn...burn...Nothingman... Isn't it something?Nothingman...Nothingman...Coulda' been something...Nothingman...Oh...ohh...ohh...

jueves, 4 de septiembre de 2008

Dont mean to push but Im being shoved!!!

Alex Pardee (who hasnt accepted my friend request... yet)











miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2008

Oh no! tengo Miopia! Im not sexy anymore!


Hey usted! si usted! la vida no le sonrie?, la suerte no esta de su lado? su gato huyo de casa?, sus tendencias suicidas aumentaron y las pastillas del abuelo no le funcionan?
Deje de buscar, nostros tenemos la solucion a sus problemas.
El primer paso es aceptar que su vida no tiene sentido, sus amigos no sirven (ni un cafe), su vida amorosa con su celular en vibrador ya no le funciona. Y lo mucho que sabe de manga y anime no llenan su billetera...en otras palabras ud es un fiasco.
Ahora que aceptamos que todo esta para atras, pasamos a lo que es el segundo nivel del tratamiento.
Paso dos: la musica. La musica es la mejor terapia para ayudarlo a olvidar que fracaso al inte
ntar suicidarse y que ahora se siente mas perdedor que antes.

he aqui la mejor seleccion de canciones para el suicida en recovery:

CHANGE (Blind Melon)

"I dont feel the suns comin out today Its staying in,
its gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery, I dont
Think Ill ever see the sun from here.
And oh as I fade away,
Theyll all look at me and say, and theyll say,
Hey look at him! Ill never live that way.
But thats okay
Theyre just afraid to change.
When you feel your life aint worth living
Youve got to stand up and
Take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
Keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin its time to die.
And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
Some ways will work and other ways well play.
But I know we all cant stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today.
And then theyll paint it And oh as I fade away,
Theyll all look at me and theyll say,Hey look at him and where he is these days.
When life is hard, you have to change.

Shannon Hoon siempre lo puede revivir y enseñarle que la vida no es tan mala, que siempre se puede seguir adelante


WALK
(Blind Melon, Soup)
Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behing the smiles ain't okay
Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can be see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting old
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke Empty bag of execuses My love for friends and family you know I need them And under a sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold And I can't believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try again.

Tercer paso, ahora que ya es una persona feliz o al menos eso cree ud. puede seguir su vida y ser un ciudadano ejemplar (o no, its up to you).

Y en caso que nuestro tratamiento no funcione nosotros le ayudaremos a pasar al otro lado sin inconvenientes. Usted necesitara un cordon, cinta scotch y un boton. Mientras prepara su arma letal, ud. debera pensar en el soundtrack para la pelicula de la cual ud es el director. Le recomendamos empezar con

1- EXCESS BAGGAGE (STAIND)

Well I know the words, but I can't really speak them To you And I hide all the pain that I've gained with my wisdom From you And I'm eaten alive by what I hold inside All the things that I live with I can't easily hide And I'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for But you It’s not easy to hide All this damage inside I'll carry you with me Until I'm not alive When you look at my face, does it seem just as ugly? To you? I can't seem to erase all the scars I have lived with From you I'm so sick of this place This taste in my mouth Cause of you I can't figure what I'm all about And I'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for But you It’s not easy to hide All this damage inside I'll carry you with me ‘Til I'm not alive

2- Black (Pearl Jam)

Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas Untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me As her body once did All five horizons Revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed Has taken a turn Ooh and all I taught her was everything Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands Chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything Oh the pictures have All been washed in black Tattooed everything I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by Some kids at play I can feel their laughter So why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin Round my head I'm spinning Oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away... And now my bitter hands Cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures had All been washed in black Tattooed everything All the love gone bad Turned my world to black Tattooed all I see All that I am All I'll be... Yeah Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a sun In somebody else's sky But why Why Why can't it be Why can't it be mine (not sure?) mm-hmm no yeah no mm mmmm no nonono yeah yeah we- we belong we belong together together oooh ooh we- we belong we belong together oh yeah

3- DOWN IN A HOLE (Alice in Chains)

Bury me softly in this womb I give this part of me for you Sand rains down and here I sit Holding rare flowers In a tomb...in bloom Down in a hole and I dont know if I can be saved See my heart I decorate it like a grave You dont understand who they Thought I was supposed to be Look at me now a man Who wont let himse lf be Down in a hole, feelin so small Down in a hole, losin my soul Id like to fly,But my wings have been so denied Down in a hole and theyve put all The stones in their place Ive eaten the sun so my tongue Has been burned of the taste I have been guilty Of kicking myself in the teeth I will speak no more Of my feelings beneath Down in a hole, feelin so small Down in a hole, losin my soulId like to fly but my Wings have been so denied Bury me softly in this womb Oh I want to be inside of youI give this part of me for you Oh I want to be inside of you Sand rains down and here I sit Holding rare flowers (oh I want to be inside of you)In a tomb...in bloom Oh I want to be inside...Down in a hole, feelin so small Down in a hole, losin my soul Down in a hole, feelin so small Down in a hole, outta controlId like to fly but my Wings have been so denied

Y si con eso no termina de morir, al menos aprendio a escuchar buen grunge (y salio un poco de lo que es Nirvana....)

sábado, 16 de agosto de 2008

Anna's song (open fire)


Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
And sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Imagine pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears
corrode the film
and I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
and Ana wrecks your life
Like an anorexia life
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you


si conocen silverchair este es uno de esos temas tan lindos de la banda, cuando lo escucho siento ganas de correr por el campo, ahhhh....know what im saying?



domingo, 10 de agosto de 2008

Im in love with Dylan Moran!!!




y si uds lo escucharan hablar por 5 minutos tambien lo estarian!



ON HIS STAND-UP: "The things you can do easily, you have no respect for. The things you can't do, you love. You've seen it a hundred times. People go off and pursue that dream, and you think: that is cosmic pants, what are you doing?"

ON HIS HAIR: "It's it's own bioculture I just leave it alone…we sleep in separate rooms."

ON CHILDHOOD: "I was fat! I was pustule-rich! I looked like a pink human grenade! When did I blossom into the irresistible little orchid that I am now? I don't know. Getting taller helps. It spreads out a bit."

"When did you ever hear of a child not in need? 'Oh that's enough jam tart for me, I'll just go now and clean the toilets.'"

"I don't have lungs anymore! Just two spare bags that flew in under a bridge one day."
On sex later on in a relationship: "I have this! Are you interested?"

On sexual freedom throughout generations: "When it came to my generation it was, "DONT FUCK ANYONE OR YOU'LL DIE!""

"Now if I walk past a group of youths I find myself holding my keys in my pocket, then I find myself putting each key in between my clenched fist, so if I have to hit him I'll fucking kill him."

On drugs: "I don't do drugs. If I want a rush I just stand up when I'm not expecting it."

"The birds are swaying and the trees are singing."

I'm a vegetarian, well I'm not hardcore because I eat meat, but only because I like the taste, and I hate vegetables on a personal level so I'm not too good!"

Este señor nacido el 3 de noviembre de 1971 me hace sentir orgullosa de ser escorpiana!...
Recomendable: Dylan Moran, The Monster.

viernes, 1 de agosto de 2008



Layne Staley Cantante, Jerry Cantrell Guitarrista, Mike Inez Bajista, Sean Kinney Baterista.

Calificada por muchos como la banda más pesada y sombría de la escena de Seattle, Estados Unidos, de principios de los ‘90, Alice in Chains ganó popularidad y respeto gracias a un estilo único, mucho más furioso que el sonido grunge de aquellos días, pero a la vez oscuro y con texturas acústicas que lo alejaban del heavy metal más tradicional.
El cuarteto nació en 1987, pero no fue hasta tres años más tarde cuando la banda editó su primer álbum, Facelift, y comenzó a hacerse de una gran base de fans actuando como soporte de Van Halen y Poison.

Hacia 1991, el suceso de Nirvana y Pearl Jam transformó a Seattle en el centro de atención de la industria musical. En medio de la vorágine grunge, y luego de lanzar el EP acústico SAP, Alice in Chains editó Dirt en 1992, el disco que hizo de su sonido una marca registrada que muchos se encargaron de copiar. Los años venideros fueron los más exitosos para el grupo, pero también los más problemáticos. El bajista Mike Starr se alejó de la banda y fue reemplazado por Mike Inez, y comenzaron a correr numerosos rumores acerca del futuro de la agrupación debido al consumo de drogas, en especial por parte del vocalista Layne Staley. Sin embargo, la banda editó en 1994 Jar of flies, el primer EP en la historia en llegar al número uno en Norteamérica, y Stanley se sumó a un proyecto paralelo con integrantes de Pearl Jam y Screaming Trees, llamado Mad Season.
Un año después, Alice in Chains se reunió para lanzar su autotitulado tercer LP, y en 1996 grabó un MTV Unplugged que se transformaría en una de sus últimas y más recordadas presentaciones en vivo.
Hacía 1998, los problemas de adicción de Staley socavaron los intentos del grupo de continuar y Cantrell inició una carrera solista. Sucesivas recopilaciones y recitales que se editaron entre 1999 y 2001 desalentaron cualquier esperanza de los fans de ver una reunión, expectativas que se diluyeron definitivamente en abril de 2002, cuando Layne Staley fue hallado muerto en su casa tras una sobredosis de heroína.
Layne bio:
Layne Thomas Staley nació el 22 de agosto de 1967 en el seno de una familia acomodada de Kirkland, Washington, Estados Unidos. Hijo de Nancy Elizabeth y Philip Blair Staley, su infancia estuvo marcada por los conflictos maritales de sus padres.
El comportamiento errático de Philip terminó por romper el equilibrio familiar. Comúnmente estaba ausente debido a su trabajo y cuando volvía a la casa no lo hacía solo, traía a sus amigos y se quedaban festejando hasta altas horas de la madrugada. Cuando Nancy despertaba encontraba botellas de cerveza y drogas esparcidas por toda la casa, así que se apresuraba a limpiar todo antes de que el pequeño Layne se levantara.
Layne era un niño muy despierto, dotado de una mente aguda y con diversos intereses, entre ellos, obviamente, el de la música. Ya a los cinco años cantaba en un grupo con unos compañeros del colegio. Cuando tenía siete años, sus padres se separaron, después de que Nancy descubriera que su marido estaba involucrado en problemas de drogas y mafia. Layne quedó traumatizado con ese cuento por el resto de su vida.
Cuando comenzaba la adolescencia, la personalidad de Layne se volvió más intranquila: amaba pintar, amaba la música y amaba el arte, pero era evidente que tenía problemas, de hecho, a menudo se involucraba en peleas y olvidaba hacer la tarea. Fue entonces cuando el colegio tomó la decisión de mandarlo a un instituto para jóvenes afectados por problemas sociales, lo que causó que Layne perdiera la fe en la enseñanza pública.Durante ese período comienza a escribir fragmentos de poesía y pensamientos que se le venían a la mente.
Amaba escuchar a grupos como Anthrax, Van Halen, Black Sabbath y Judas Priest, además había comenzado a tocar la batería y a cantar. Es en ese momento cuando forma su primera banda de Hair Metal, los Sleze. Durante esa época también comenzó a fumar cigarrillos y marihuana, además de tomarse algunos tragos con los amigos.


Lyrics by Layne Staley and Mark Lanegan
Music by Martin, McCready, Staley, Lanegan
Long gone day (Mad Season)

So much blood I'm starting to drown
Runs from cold to colder
Time to time the sky's come down
To help me lose my way
Tears and lies for answers
You and open veins, God knows I'm gone Girl I just want you to Come on down Lord it's a storm and I'm heading to fall These sins are mine and I've done wrong, oh babe Come on down Long Gone Day Mmmm, who ever said We wash away with the rainSee you all from time to time
Isn't it so strange
How far away we all are nowand i'm the only one who remembers that summer
Oh, I remember
Everyday each time the place was saved The music that we made The wind has carried all of that away Long gone day
Mmmm, who ever said We wash away with the rain
So many tears I'm starting to drown The rain's in heaven's all come down
Silver spoons affix the crownThe luckless ones are broken Fears and lies for answers
You and open flames God knows I'm gone And I just want you to
Come on down, hmmm Lord it's a storm am I heading to fall These sins are mine and I've done wrong I want you to, oh, I just want you toCome on downI fear again, like then, I've lost my way And shout to God to bring my sunny days

miércoles, 30 de julio de 2008


THE PUSHER
This is Shannon's interpretation of the song original written by Hoyt Axton

Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning, Pink Dot will deliver And I'm oh so tired of you pushing that thorny crown Down onto my head so hard, my knees are two inches in the ground And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man
You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills But I've never done nothing that my spirit couldn't kill And I walk around with these tombstones in my eyes But I know the pusher don't care, if you live or if you die.
And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man. Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, God damn

miércoles, 23 de julio de 2008



A MIS AMIGOS:



les dedico, a uds mis queridos amigos, este lindo volante que expresa lo que alguna vez les quise decir y no tuve la oportunidad por razon...que desconozco. Anyway, para todo el que tuvo la oportunidad de abrir la boca, juntar palabras y dirigirlas hacia mi persona, no se priven de apreciar esta obra de arte.



(recuerden que todo lo que escribo va con cariño...jajajajajaja! right! no, but seriously dont get angry!)