if i didn't need to eat or sleep, i'd buy myself a typewriter. and i would lock myself into a room and just create.. i would skip all interaction with this clear and present danger.
Casi que a la fuerza recorro las horas y no me encuentra el dia si no encuentro su boca. diciendo venga , venga, que me vuelvo loca!.. Y ando entre su pelo y hay un agujero;.
we stayed up all night long. playing our favorite songs. it felt like nothing could go wrong. . running on adrenaline. looking out taking everything in.
photoshoplifting beauty is digital thievery. the new school of surgery is easier than it needs to be. with drug induced happiness, fabricated amazement,.
Si no fuera pa mirarte ya no tendra cinco sentidos;. ay, ay, golerte y tocarte y me gusta, me dice al odo,. * "No me levanto ni me acuesto da. que malvado cien veces no haya sido" *.
I see this guy everything. He's real cool but he's not the same. As every other guy i see. I wanna meet him someday. . My knees wobble, I begin to shake.
miniscule, simple, lingering reasons to be alive. couldn't come to grips with running in circles from nine to five. it's a little bit ridiculous thinking that this is fine.
The night is young and the moon is full. And if you're looking for a thrill. There's a party going on at. The house on top of the hill. You know that a band will be playing.
Everyone has an opinion,. But who do you look to for words of wisdom,. There's so many roads that you can choose,. A different ending win or lose.. . Let's go!.
[background]. And now the voice in your head IS yours. . [Eyedea]. Take a deep breath there's nothing to be afraid of. What you just did was fall to the depths of existence.
From the minute I wake up I feel it, to the second I crash in my bed,. Artificial highs I don't need it, it rushes into my head.. . Can't get enough, can't get enough,.
Era un perro callejero;. no tenia mas que venas.. Dicen que murio hace tiempo,. "entodavia" lo tengo cerca.. . Sus padres, lo conocian. solo a medias, y decian.
[Eyedea]. Why they always looking at me, like there's something on my face man. No matter where I go, I'm always feeling out of place. And I know I'm not your regular I got a different taste.
What's that you're saying when you're talking to me?. The feeling's changing why can't you see. You say it's over, well I don't care. You say you're sorry but life's not fair.
Days turn into years. "A" students turn into dropouts. Seeing the world from a creative angle turns into seeing it from a couch. Orgasms become lifetimes. Bong hits turn into white lines.
Everybody's at the Big. Scoop now - oh yeah. On the corner of 4th. and Becker yeah. Dancing around with. the jukebox playing real loud. It's a rocking place and.
I'm here to break my own ball and chain. Holding the plight to be completely sane. Nothings to gain if image blocks the only chance for change. When I expand my range the world shares it's judges.
you say you shouldn't come around. everything turns upside down. when you first walk into the room. . where you go bad luck abounds. black cats follow you around.
It starts out with a question. How much of it is real?. The skepticism sets in, and lessens your appeal. Next, you study conspiracy, develop some theories.
It doesn't matter where you go. it's all the same when. you're standing alone. In the room amongst. the crowd. At this place where. no one knows. you're around.