"why didn't i suffer well?"
FODA-SE
...com todas as letrinhas grandes e pequenas
para a direita e para a esquerda
MERDA
...que limpar o c'u 'e que 'e fodido
e last but not the least:
KONE p'o CARALHO!
(que eles nao atendem os telefones quando um gaijo fica preso no elevador, kut bedrijf!)
foi s'o um desabafo (meisjes, desculpem.me o frances)
laat mee vertel:
to be born is happening
i'm feeling the fucking clamps pulling my head away from my heart
there is no rust as much of oxygen.
its over.
like big bang...
not the begining of whatever k seja,
just as far back, old and hot as you can tell.
13.7 google years
but you know... i just travelled time not places.
time says so much about them and how they change
and how much diferent they were from when you experienced them
one can only materialize what they may be
by knowing what actually is to be tired, but never bored.
fuck... we just can't choose the time
remains true... the prize's not for the quiters.
hoe rod is rod? depends on the blues...
and how tuned you are
all those musics you hear for the first time over and over
in a accidental radio knob move
druk die knop... "press" the button (here)... a.j.b.
i never felt so much statics i guess
thats how much ceptic you must be to apreciate astrology
the only way things you care long forever if not elsewere
in a somehow pulsing memory.
hoe rod is rod?
tanto quanto o capucho do existente pai natal.
That does make snow where not usually
that does tan where clouded
that does make ice cry
waar freez is.
nat, het weer.
onde grizo faz.
h'umido, o tempo.