la verdad es que parezco Ojoloco Moody, que no?
Anyway, estoy muy cansada, creo que iré a dormir lo antes posible.
He vuelto a las andadas y escucho Harry 6 de nuevo.
Fui a Ahorramás. Me gasté unos cuantos euros, de ahorrar más nada. Y eso que no había Krispies.
Sé que nadie comprende esto pero ayer Aiarakoa mandó 22 mails en una misma noche.
La existencia es cruel.
¿Y para qué quieres un seguro de responsabilidad civil?
Vi un par de perros por la calle dignos de ser recordados.
Han quitado todos los posters de Harry en mitad de la noche y yo no me he enterado.
Hoy hacía mucho frío. ... .. .
Manic Street Preachers - So Dead
Learn to sleep through misery
Never gonna wake feeling free
No one fucks as good as Marilyn
Plastic surgery sure cures your sins
You need a fix I'm your prostitute
Repression says depravity's cute
I'll feed you lines to make you smile
You're so easy to dehumanise
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's just that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love
Pay for it
Pay for it
Degrade your senses till you hate me
Begging to be cool through nicotine
Decadence costs but she must be clean
Build up walls so you can't feel
When you get high 'It's so unreal'
Days fade in and I need the night
I've seen your dumb face all of my life
Eyes close down, I don't wanna see
Broken communion of the twentieth century
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's just that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love
Pay for it
Pay for it
You're gonna pay for my intelligence
Pay for it
Pay for it
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck
Pay for it
Pay for it
Degrade your senses till you hate me
Pay for it
Pay for it
We promote all sickness and disease
You're gonna pay for my intelligence
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck
You're so dead
You're so dead
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