Dear Ego.Dancing in my grave: tira challas y serpentinas sobre la tumba ... si eres tan buena, t/b unas velitas no me vendrían mal
... Se me olvidaba, un botellón de colonia (bien fuerte, para disimular el aroma característico de alguien en mi estado), aguja (no encuentro especificaciones técnicas - la más gruesa y filuda que encuentres) e hilo de nylon bien resistente, por si se me desprende un brazo o una oreja caminando por ahi.
desde croatan
DOS - El ocsiso
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Bang Bang I'm dead, hole in my head
jajajaj damn it man, you are not dead...why don't youdare to be alive once in yer life and enjoy what it has to offer??? Ask and you will be provided, he-whom - you - belive - in said.
Be happy, dance for a while, find your self and stop crying. You deserve good, and you have my love and eternal compàny. More than anybody else has ever gotten from me. Sorry if I am elusive...or maybe I'm just slimy as snake skins are.
My greeting for crotan--tell them I'm doing quite well without them.
D i s c l a i m e r :
Wake up!!! The daeth don't write blog entries.
well, I thought I was alive until I discovered I had been murdered - I was just pulling your leg. Anyways, I still have a lot of leeway in this between lives thing, as I still haven't picked up my ID: I am still no one so I am still dead - and alive - and drifting ("for a moment I lose myself wrapped up in the pleasures of the world" -nope thats not my line, wish it were but its taken by the pumpkins)
And what would you say if one day my granma valentina wrote a blog?
I would fucking laugh nervously and make a post...
what would it say?
Mine would say: Orale vieja que onda por alla los carnales?
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