Alguna vez habeis sentido que la garganta se convertia en algo ajeno, que no dejaba pasar ni aire ni sangre por unos segundos
que un zumbido erizaba todo el cuero cabelludo y de repente algo olia mal en dinamarca
si, seguro que todos habeis tenido alguna vez un mal presentimiento...
ayer pense en la cantidad de historias que todavia tengo pendientes de escribir, el caso es que andaba buscando alguna especial para el momento en que el blog cumpliera un añito, aunque para mi lo cumplira el dia 1, algo mas d eun mes antes de lo que dice la fecha del primer post, y eso que en ese momento ni pensaba en escribir mas que la lista de la compra
el caso es que me di cuenta que son demasiadas historias colgadas... demasiadas
terminar las 6 cartas sobre la mesa del vuelo 76 a nigun lugar
terminar la historia de la vampiresa con la que empece, aunque Marie muriera en el ultimo relato, y Pierre nunca haya aparecido hay historias que faltan por contar, como la del faro
volver a escribir la ensalada de treboles, pero que esta vez me guste
las nieblas de avalon
la bala de la suerte
el hombre que despues de muerto seguia yendo a trabajar
el götterdämmerung
....
demasiadas
pero volvere a pensar en todas historias mañana, hoy me cago en mi maldito instinto por que tenia razon y ha sido un mal dia
creo que le tengo que cambiar el sonido de la risa al mensaje del movil, que hay veces que no me hace ni gracia
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Al final se me olvido incluir el video de una cancion de Meat Loaf que queria poner aqui, y como desde el curro no tengo acceso al youtube, de momento pondre la letra y ya incluire el video desde casa luego
Life Is a Lemon (And I want my money back)
It's all or nothin'
And nothin's all I ever get,
Every time I turn it I burn it up and burn it out
There's always something,
There's always something going wrong.
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about.
It's a never ending attack.
Everything's a lie and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And all the morons,
and all the stooges with their coins,
Their the ones who make the rules, it's not a game it's just arout
There's desperation,
There's desperation in the air.
It leaves a stain on all your clothes and no detergent gets itout.
And we're always slippin' through the cracks.
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
What about love?
It's defective!
It's always breakin' in half.
What about sex?
It's defective!
It's never built to really last.
What about your family?
It's defective!
All the batteries are shot.
What about your friends?
Their defective!
All the parts are out of stock.
What about your god?
It's defective!
They forgot the warranty.
What about your town?
It's defective!
It's a dead end street to me.
What about your school?
It's defective!
t's a pack of useless lies.
What about your work?
It's defective!
It's a crock and then you die.
What about hope?
It's defective!
It's corroded and decayed.
What about faith?
It's defective!
It's tattered and it's frayed.
What about your chilhood?
It's defective!
It's dead and buried in the past.
What about your future?
It's defective!
And you can shove it up your ASS!
