teach me to forget just not know how things happen
Sometimes we do not know how things happen
begin to stop believing in magic and suddenly
get older and you stop looking for good girls and start
; to find a taste for whores like you also find the taste
to break your nose to the edges of the cups and breathing fumes that simple
one day shine and the other in the bottom of all remember
who knows how to stop looking for girls well and I started writing
to bark at the moon and the anxieties skinned Blessed be my fate
good girls always left a bad taste in the soul
something like frivolity mixed with shit
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Cute About Me Templates
Roma only breeze
I do not understand how
we were shooting at the moon and stop the misery
as you grew in my eyes like a flash
I do not know how long ............
got lost in the swing of your scent
where the walls are made of meat
where flames dance in the middle of
yours is the kingdom of my sorrows
Gypsy magic eyes .........
guess the fate of those scarred hands
I do not understand how
we were shooting at the moon and stop the misery
as you grew in my eyes like a flash
I do not know how long ............
got lost in the swing of your scent
where the walls are made of meat
where flames dance in the middle of
yours is the kingdom of my sorrows
Gypsy magic eyes .........
guess the fate of those scarred hands
written by: eduardo unhealthy
Monday, August 9, 2010
How Get Rid Of Nerves Basketball
and here I am fumandome memories as
consolation prize after losing all cursed and condemned ...... .....
this ridiculous sentenced to life in this injustice to exist
cartoon creature just watch ......
with fists clenched and anger to the surface
nobody notices and nobody will be here to hear my cries
or to comfort in the midst of my tantrum
anyone tell me go ahead you can tell nobody
are only I love you nobody, nobody
only the Somba of the wall and respond when I speak
only the wind would know of my intentions
internal smoke only be witness of my ridiculous sentimentality
and breeze through eternity will tell me I'm special
if he is not even me this
starving
although this more just a corpse and most forgotten
a leper
eternity whispered to me
( spot with my frustrations while these sheets immaculate)
"go ahead because you're special"
written by: eduardo unhealthy
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Food Grade Beeswax Whole Foods
catharsis beyond the last vestige
Beyond the catharsis where therapy
powder blends where not even the raves are held where your voice comes away.
beyond all efforts of all failures remain
watching this tragicomedy intervals
rafagea moon madness of nonsense or kiss the breeze sings
travels with your view what others avoid
dances with the first encounter the waltz of death
up to the rooftops and curses the sun or sunset at the end
sambullete in this river of shit
run to buy a motive and deception
y mientras los mosquitos drenen tu sangre
no olvides que yo te lo adverti......
escrito por: eduardo malsano
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