8.9.10
mitrantropeitor sunrise
misantropeitor estuvo dormido por largos meses. desperto y vió las cosas. anda aburrido y ya no tienes ganas de sus planes destructivos que no iban a aliviar al congestionado sistema de transantigo, ni jamàs podría llevarlos acabo ya que no poseía la tecnología suficiente .Sigue andando en metro. no kiere aliviar ni kiere alivio. siente alivio hacia su persona y una especie aún no diagnosticada de cierto temor ,y muchos fantasmas ke todos los días los acompañaba en su trayecto metrometístico. no sólo está despertando. mientras no se moleste al perro no va a ladrar, si lo hará, que ladre solo. lo insignificante, insinificante será siendo. misantropeitor se estará jipiando, paz y amor.
21.8.10
16.5.10
Fools de Depaiper
I'm crying I'm dying
I can see what's wrong with me
It's in my head
I can see what's gonna be
As I lie in my bed
Man is not my brotherhood
I am of the dead
I died as I lived as I loved and was born
On some distant hill
The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
Fools pass laughing still
There can be bad blood in all and I can see
It's in my brain
You don't know the pain I feel
As I must live again
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but
Tears will leave a stain
They smile to themselves as they lay down my head
On some distant hill
The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye
Fools smile as they kill
I got my own way to go and now I want
To take your minds
I believe if you could see
The blood between the lines
I believe that you could be
A better kind
Please lead the way so the unborn can play
On some greener hill
Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains
Fools die laughing still
I can see what's wrong with me
It's in my head
I can see what's gonna be
As I lie in my bed
Man is not my brotherhood
I am of the dead
I died as I lived as I loved and was born
On some distant hill
The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
Fools pass laughing still
There can be bad blood in all and I can see
It's in my brain
You don't know the pain I feel
As I must live again
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but
Tears will leave a stain
They smile to themselves as they lay down my head
On some distant hill
The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye
Fools smile as they kill
I got my own way to go and now I want
To take your minds
I believe if you could see
The blood between the lines
I believe that you could be
A better kind
Please lead the way so the unborn can play
On some greener hill
Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains
Fools die laughing still
30.4.10
28.1.10
fernanda fernandez
Es el caso de Sor Fernanda Fernández, una monja española que, al darse cuenta de que, cada vez que estornudaba, emergía de su vagina un órgano fálico de tres centímetros de longitud, pidió a su confesor ayuda para ser reconocida como hombre. El arzobispo, al final le dio la razón y Sor Fernanda se transformó en el padre Fernando.
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