copate

Se siente rarísimo

Me pellizco un poco, pero no se siente casi. No sé qué onda.

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone

Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable, and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun
But you believe at heart everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone

(Dogs - Pink Floyd)

Cuota de risa del día I

Después de haberle dicho a Paula que no estaba bien, me voy a reir un toque.

espero....

ESSSSSSPEEEEERO, que no me vuelvas a hablar... jamás.

Cuota de risa del día.

Loco un poco nada mas,
solo base y poxi ran,
pero si movemos conseguimos algo mas..

Ya no alcanza para "eso"
compremos algo de "aquello"
y si sobra plata traemos algo de "luis"
y q pinte algo de luis..

cuando escuches esta cancion,
yo voy a estar ya re loco
no hay tiempo para manijear,
yo quiero estar ya del orto...

porq..

una aguja en un pajar,
es dificil de encontrar,
pero a quien le importa la podemos inventar.

boludeando sonriendo,
siempre luis es tan atento,
baja la conciencia y algo baja en mi nariz
algo cae de mi nariiiiz..

Loco un poco - El Gordo

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"memorias de la merca"

el gordo

"Como saber a quien comprar"

Libro de auto ayuda del gordo

"el que deposito merca, recibira merca el que deposito faso recibira faso"

El pollo

"con la papusa se come, se educa y se cura"


el gordo

"Una casa con diez kilos
hacia el sur hay un lugar
ahora mismo voy allá, porque ya no puedo más
vivir sin esnifar"

El gordo


"la muerte golpea mi puerta una vez mas"


victor sueiro

"Entrega a tu hermana, entrega a tu hermana, si ya todos saben q no la tiene sana..."


La barra brava de pimpinella en el show q dieron en la cancha de armenio el 34 de octubre de 1996


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Suicidio

Ya no hablamos el mismo idioma.