domingo, 30 de mayo de 2010

→ . w a n k e r . . .


I´ve go no walking rimes. I ain´t fuckin Mike-D. I got no cd. You know got no flying v foolin' around whit a chessy start yeah! Ain´t got no bigg muff. Got no pro co rat. I got my chickenhead. Creanked up twelve. I want a twank sound asain born and bred. I don´t have a fax. I just use the wax. I don't play heavy metal but i love antrhax. I ain´t fakin Jimmy Hendrix got no little wing i can make you burn but i can't make you sting got Peyote dreams in the night yeah! I can´t find no doctor set of right. I don´t say bull shit don´t give no free live. I got no proper stuff i got no shoeshine. I like a band named 'Rollins' i hate Phil Collins. I don´t give a fuck if the stones are rollings. This is the stuff the facts. Let´s mack an act break through your level don´t play the rebel. You know i ain´t no wanker. I got to resist i get a regular dose. From your waiting list you know i ain´t no saynt no damn funky monk. Take me home honey i´m a monkey bonk give you a litlle ring whit my jum-jum thing talk me on the phone get on the zone zone i never say nigga. Don´t make it bigger. I´m just like you so why pull the trigger.

sábado, 29 de mayo de 2010

Me qedan tantas cosas qe decir •.


No consigo recordar cómo pude llegar de la orilla hasta mar adentro... ¡Ah, sí, ya lo recuerdo! He muerto en el naufragio de tú barco de guerra traicionero y resucité al tercer día en el psiquiátrico, absurdo invento...