Hermanos.

Tengo mocos.
Y una foto de Timo jijiji.
Estoy un poco harta, menos mal que mañana LOST y pasao VACACIONES EN LONDRA que si no...
ahhhhhhhhhhh
Gut gut life is gut.
Me han contado que el otro día había una pareja en un teatro sentada en sus butacas cuando llegó otra pareja y dijo "oigan están en nuestras butacas" así que la pareja que ya estaba sentada dijo "no miren estas son nuestras butacas" "ahiva nos han vendido las mismas butacas, esto qué timo es"... Así que llamaron al acomodador, que no entendía nada, hasta que pudo examinar bien las entradas. Resulta que la pareja inicial tenía esas butacas pero para la semana siguiente. Y esto nos ha parecido muy cómico, pero imagínate qué putada, ya tienes hecho el plan del sábado, lo ejecutas, y te echan del teatro por ATONTAO.

La historia del día.

Peor es que sean billetes de avión.


I remember a girl so very well
The carnival drums all mad in the air
Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell
O where do we go now but nowhere

In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun
And then we fucked it down again
Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down
Going round and round to nowhere

The kitten that padded and purred on my lap
Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear
I turn the other cheek and you lay into that
O where do we go now but nowhere

O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up

Across clinical benches with nothing to talk
Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer
While the bones of our child crumble like chalk
O where do we go now but nowhere

I remember a girl so bold and so bright
Loose-limbed and laughing and brazen and bare
Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light
O where do we go now but nowhere

You come for me now with a cake that you've made
Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair
Full of glass and bleach and my old razorblades
O where do we go now but nowhere

O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up

If they'd give me my clothes back then I could go home
From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air
Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans
O where do we go now but nowhere

Around the duck pond we grimly mope
Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again
And one more doomed time and without much hope
Going round and around to nowhere

From the balcony we watched the carnival band
The crack of the drum a little child did scare
I can still feel his tiny fingers pressed in my hand
O where do we go now but nowhere

If I could relive one day of my life
If I could relive just a single one
You on the balcony, my future wife
O who could have known, but no one

O wake up, my love, my lover make up
O wake up, my love, my lover make up


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