IN HEAVEN todos somos perros.....

Me entere que el orgasmo esta dando unos cuantos dolores de cabeza, pero yo no tengo la culpa.
Yo solo queria re transmitir el mensaje de los hippies.
y bue,

como buen dios me lavo las manos.

pero pongo un perrito cute por las dudas, a ver si despues claman por mi cabeza.

Pollock....ud. va a ser el proximo en dejar de existir en el mundo B.

St T.... ud. me confunde, pero igual hay algo dentro mio que sostiene todo lo dicho. La llama vive, espero no se ponga mal.

A el resto, drop dead.

Saludos
ex comandante meow
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Carried on a wind from far away,

no matter how many times I try to say these words,

they never reach you.

Once again, my eyes stare somewhere out the window.

This foreboding hasn't changed,

I still feel it. Those days are getting blurry...

Seeing through blank eyes like a caged bird,

the light of the afternoon sun

is just like the light that shines on you from outside.

This foreboding hasn't changed,

I still feel it. Those days are becoming blurry...

I feel the changing season will see my promise broken.

Even if I reach out with my hands,

my heart will stay distant.

(Why do you stare at the sky with your blurry eyes?)

I feel the changing season will see my promise broken.

Even if I reach out with my hands,

my heart will stay distant.

In the changing season,

the one precious to me looked back toward me with those eyes,

sighing softly.

(Your blurry eyes) ...your blurry eyes

(Your blurry eyes) ...My hear

(Your blurry eyes) ...will stay

(Your blurry eyes) ...distant