Apr 3, 2011
Corto Circuito
Jan 23, 2011
Senior. Mayor.
Aug 26, 2010
Jul 8, 2010
Back to the Future!
Desmintiendo lo que todo el mundo pueda pensar. [Via poemas de galaxia]

Si mi vida no girara en torno a ellos, yo no seria mas que una estrella. Si toda la galaxia dependiera de mi, yo no seria nada mas que un pequeño satélite, obsoleto. Si mi tamaño no es lo suficiente para atraer nuevos cuerpos, tendré que ser el único meteorito.

Si mi vida no girara en torno a ellos, yo no seria mas que una estrella. Si toda la galaxia dependiera de mi, yo no seria nada mas que un pequeño satélite, obsoleto. Si mi tamaño no es lo suficiente para atraer nuevos cuerpos, tendré que ser el único meteorito.
Mar 4, 2010
My lifestyle determines my deathstyle
Mar 2, 2010
Si los medios murieran
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Mi alegría, basada en hechos, refleja ejemplos y educa. Disminuye tu vida, entretiene y emociona. Porque el odio? la ayuda no viene de arriba, viene siempre de adelante. Eres ciego, porque ya no piensas al ver. Se expresa, se explota y se pudre. La atención es belleza, pero esta solo encierra mi libertad.
Feb 16, 2010
Ejercicio lateral para generalizacion de actos comunes
Feb 3, 2010
Jan 31, 2010
Milord
Swap, change.

Sus zapatos apretados estaban raramente sueltos aquel día. No logro apretarlos, los cordones no eran lo suficientemente cortos. No le dio mucha importancia. Bajo las escaleras al igual que todos los días. Gran diferencia, sus zapatos apretados 'furiosos' no quisieron caminar. Dolor atroz, pensó el. No haría su día imposible, solo un mal inicio, es todo. Sus zapatos apretados, indignados por aquel uso tan cruel, decidieron demostrar una vez mas su grosería. Menudo amarillo cabrón, penso el. Pero nuestro 'amarillo cabrón' lo tomo como cualquier otro día, en el cual su inexistente diferencia iba a ser notada por otro imbécil que no quiso prestarle atención a sus zapatos apretados; no apretados.

Sus zapatos apretados estaban raramente sueltos aquel día. No logro apretarlos, los cordones no eran lo suficientemente cortos. No le dio mucha importancia. Bajo las escaleras al igual que todos los días. Gran diferencia, sus zapatos apretados 'furiosos' no quisieron caminar. Dolor atroz, pensó el. No haría su día imposible, solo un mal inicio, es todo. Sus zapatos apretados, indignados por aquel uso tan cruel, decidieron demostrar una vez mas su grosería. Menudo amarillo cabrón, penso el. Pero nuestro 'amarillo cabrón' lo tomo como cualquier otro día, en el cual su inexistente diferencia iba a ser notada por otro imbécil que no quiso prestarle atención a sus zapatos apretados; no apretados.
Jan 22, 2010
un perro ladron
Me creerías si te digo que tu mente no es tu mente? Que tus ''influencias'' no son mas que una dictadura que logro crear una maquina que sigue todas sus instrucciones. Lo logro, gran invento, ha creado la maquina perfecta, una maquina sordomuda a menos que se le ordene. Pide mi ayuda! Devastador, sentir como no somos mas que un ciclo en tu maquinaria. Gracias, no puedo decir mas, ojala nuestros últimos momentos se pierdan en el tiempo.
Jan 18, 2010
Silence
Jan 12, 2010
Dec 23, 2009
Never

I've received your letter darling. Time was begging for this to happen. Please leave! You are dead to me. I hope I was dead too, for sharing eternity with you. Infinite pain, who cares? I can still look at your face and feel in heaven even if I'm burning in hell. Oh darling give that little chance to love you. Give me those amazing times, times of disease, times where I was blinded with your beauty. Please, make those ugly faces that I've created go away. Give me peace.
Dec 19, 2009
Dec 16, 2009
Watch it fall ...
Dec 15, 2009
Dec 14, 2009
Bumer
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Dirty angel, filthy angel. Give me a reason not to hate you. Perfection, your weapon. Obsession, my only possible defense. My infection is deep now. My hate has grown, my doubts are high. Lack of confidence, my weak point. But, how about now, you have nothing to say to me. I hate you, I hate you soo bad. Please, how can I erase you from my heart? is there a possible chance in getting better? Can't say a thing when you are near me, but guess what; we are never fucking alone, what the fuck do you want from me? Damn you, filthy angel. Your perfection has defeated me again, felling useless, feeling restricted, speechless.

Dirty angel, filthy angel. Give me a reason not to hate you. Perfection, your weapon. Obsession, my only possible defense. My infection is deep now. My hate has grown, my doubts are high. Lack of confidence, my weak point. But, how about now, you have nothing to say to me. I hate you, I hate you soo bad. Please, how can I erase you from my heart? is there a possible chance in getting better? Can't say a thing when you are near me, but guess what; we are never fucking alone, what the fuck do you want from me? Damn you, filthy angel. Your perfection has defeated me again, felling useless, feeling restricted, speechless.
Dec 10, 2009
Ashes
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peaceful manners. Shout it then, play with it. Dead players are your salvation. Just steps 'helping' you. Dreadful experience, danger, destruction. Caring, and destroying just don't match for me. Light yogurt is kind of similar, yogurt was milk, then broke down by bacterias. Judgmental, felling invisible. Crying water, dying rainbows.

peaceful manners. Shout it then, play with it. Dead players are your salvation. Just steps 'helping' you. Dreadful experience, danger, destruction. Caring, and destroying just don't match for me. Light yogurt is kind of similar, yogurt was milk, then broke down by bacterias. Judgmental, felling invisible. Crying water, dying rainbows.
Dec 9, 2009
Invisible Piano

Danger leads to fear. Fear. Warm security. Stereotypes embrace our judgment, can't believe in each other. Stereotypes should have a home, and maybe, the should have crazy neighbors; they should have criminal and terrorist neighbors. The stereotype's neighborhood should be...

Property destruction, fear of getting out!

Happy, and irresponsible our existence will be, fearless, braveless.
This is your last breath, what do you want to do with it?
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