Away...

Passo horas à janela do prédio caiado de negro.
Finjo contemplar a "paisagem". Os pássaros caiem mortos pelo tédio de viver. Não há pior castigo.
As canetas secas pela falta de uso; destapadas.
(Não sei que diga mais.)

Miúdo cria canal só com notícias positivas

Fossem todos como ele...

http://jn.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Media/Interior.aspx?content_id=1337894

Choque Futuro

http://www.centrovegetariano.org/literatura/Article-606-Choque%2BFuturo.html

gravity

it falls... suddenly, just falls
doesn't matter where to
it's just falling... down.
we snap our fingers
and calmly shake our heads
it will never has an end

how will it be if we hit the floor?
we can't stop from falling
we live to fall...
...we fall to live.

what is this love for poison?
(can I have a puff from you cig?)

Slow Suicide

It’s the night life
That gets them off
So desperately they wait for
The excuse of love

We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers
We all die like infants
And we trust like mirrors

It’s the smoke and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings
It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence

Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do

It’s the love of guilt that forms the habit
Of being dramatically overdramatic

We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers
We all die like infants
And we trust like mirrors

It’s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
It’s the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
(It's a desperate place for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes)
It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
(It's a desperate place for desperate... and they sing)

Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do

The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane
The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
In the midst of lust and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane

Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not it’s what we do


Lyrics by: JamisonParker

Pensamento1

O meu canino direito é mais belo do que o esquerdo.

never will I hold it again

Sick of my bag and all my stuff, I throw it to the middle of the road, so I’ll have it smashed by some car. I walk home… But, suddenly, I start to regret it. That’s when I run back after it, nervous, worried… When I finally get there, I see it, completely ruined, hanging on an electrical line, for sale: 50€. This isn’t fair! It belongs to me! “It was found in the middle of the road, dropped and smashed.” - they said.
I cried, I tore my hair out! Finally, they gave it back to me. But, still… It wasn’t my stuff, ‘cause it was all smashed: ripped sheets, broken lines, stains, broken names.
Where the fuck am I?!

Heroin Chic

Falling flat, falling on my face
Up yours you fucking basket case
Come on, come on, take a shot
Kick me, kicking you, kick the lot

Talk to you with a frightening blade
Hear me stalk through the 6th fucking grade
Bar wax cloggin up your head
Maybe you're dumb, maybe you wanna be dead

Take a ride through a city tonight
Or we can stay here smoking shite

Fear grabs like a falling man
Unforgiving is its choking hand
Come on, come on if you've got the guts
Kill me now cuz I don't give a fuck
in, out, baby I don't mind. Nice cunt. Nice behind
Groping around like a stupid kid

Bastards fucking everywhere
It's all I see, I can't help but stare
Talking crap and looking like a twat
See the blade. Feel the blade in your back

This night. This night is hot
Hope it rains. Hope it rains a lot
Everywhere suckers stop and stare

Fucking city's just a fucking mess
Up to its neck in fucking piss
Children playing with broken glass
Kill themselves for a laugh

Tired of being sold as meat
Whores give up beating on my meat
Actually, you know, I don't really mind
Too many scabs. Flesh is hard to find

Crime is here. Here to stay
Under pressure to admit you're gay
No money. No love. No luck
Tough shit, stupid, worthless fuck
Say you will. Say you won't. Say wou will

Shit and scum. Fucking pigs everywhere
Harassing me but I don't fucking care
I'm not free. They're always tying me down
Taking me. Taking me down town

Bitches. Yeah, I fucked my share
And their mothers cuz I don't care
Say you will. Say you won't. Say you will
Talking shit. You want it up the hilt
Always feeling sick and always drunk
Raining at last, thank christ you cunt
Do me now with your heroin chic
Say nothing more. Do not fucking speak

Calmly walk from slut to slut
Up everyone. You know I don't mind a fuck
No protection baby, who fucking cares
Take a look. Come on. Everyone stare

Life for life is just the way its at
I don't remember last time I laughed
Call my woman but she's never home
Killed everyone to use this fucking phone
Eye for an eye and all that shit
Rip you off cuz I need a hit
Sit-down-now-I've-had-enough


(Lyrics by: My Dying Bride)

Numa mesa de café

Cláudia sugeriu, gUMMy aplaudiu, Cristiano consentiu.