If you're reading this, do not worry.
After a couple of pages you will not want to be here. So forget it. Stay away. Get out while you're still whole.
Save yourself.
Surely there is something better on TV. Or, since you have so much free time, maybe you could do a night course. Become doctor. You can do something useful with your life. Take yourself to dinner. Color your hair.
You're not getting any younger.
At first what is said here is going to piss off. Then it will become increasingly worse.
viernes, 16 de noviembre de 2012
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sábado, 13 de octubre de 2012
Bob Knows...
Bob Dylan: I do know what my songs are about.
Interviewer: And what's that?
Bob Dylan: Oh, some are about four minutes. Some are about five. And some, believe it or not, are about eleven or twelve.
lunes, 19 de marzo de 2012
Watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone
Oh I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
Oh I will make my way, through, one more day in... hell
How much difference does it make..
How much difference does it make...
I will hold the candle, till it burns up my arm
I'll keep takin' punches, until their will grows tired
Oh I will stare the sun down, until my eyes go blind
Hey I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make..
how much difference does it make..
how much difference..
I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune
II will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference..
How much difference..
How much difference does it make..
How much difference does it make...
martes, 31 de enero de 2012
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