__ unha cita destas tan curriñas e bastas miñas, que se fose poema se chamaría carne crúa ou "hace falta calor"

Pase lo que pase lo mejor es salir pitando largarseeee

El bueno de Joyce
 

O peor de que a un lle guste alguén ao que non lle gustas é que comezas a repasarte arriba e abaixo e rematas                      despiece  
                                  órganos vísceras sangue      nas mans
Qué *** facer con iso
comerse? 

(poden cambiar m por rr's, ao mellor lle atopan máis sentido, eu non)





I cut my nails to the quick
But still i was caught with my hand in the till
Red-handed.
Give me something,
Give me anything
The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all
Fingers reaching, trophy swelling
That's when d e s i r e  trips me up.
Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall.
Privilege - it sanctions everything.
Security - a net under it all.
My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling
That's when desire trips me up.
I cut my nails to the quick
But still I was caught with my hand in the till.
Red-handed