jueves, 18 de diciembre de 2008

La imagen de sus ratos más felices, hasta ahora siguen siendo su motor.

domingo, 26 de octubre de 2008

lunes, 29 de septiembre de 2008

Sometimes i wish i was brave. I wish i was stronger. I wish i could feel no pain. I wish i was young. I wish i shy. I wish i was honest. I wish i was you not i. Cause i feel so mad. I feel so angry. Feel so callused, so lost confused, just mad. Feel so cheap, so used unfaithful. Let's start over. Let's start over. Sometimes i wish i was smart. I wish i made cures for how people are. I wish i had power. I wish i could lead. I wish i could change the world For you and me.

sábado, 20 de septiembre de 2008



Sittin' on this park bench, just watching the show. The sun is hanging out with his friend the sky.

domingo, 14 de septiembre de 2008

Gonna fuck up your ego

Hello little boys ,little toys. We´re the dreams you´re believing crawling up the walls ,running down your face Razor sharp, razor clean On your back... With loaded guns

martes, 5 de agosto de 2008

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing-sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

sábado, 19 de julio de 2008


I know when she's hurting, I know when she's going through something. I know when she's happy - whether I'm with her or not, I know. We both carry the weight of each other.

viernes, 11 de julio de 2008


Hay algo especial en una chica que sabe lo que quiere y como lo quiere. Tiene el poder de herchizar a todo el mundo a su alrededor, no te das cuenta y ya te sientes atraído por ella. Da igual su estatura o su estilo. Ella es quien atrae a la gente en busca de respuestas. Tiene voz y no le da miedo alzarla y todos se preguntan ¿Como consigue ser así?