Handy Andy Ingredients

When Colors Presence

is gray, I know

despite this color

that threatens to nest,

my smile remains alert

for if you go, traveling,

that tear stalker.

PD. Again in 2011 ...

... and give time to the return of colors.

I Got Rid Of My Tophi

time ago I am seeing some distance, a kind of cattle that claims to be "rock", and as my own all hearsay I suck an egg, happened to say what I think qeu and you do not like, change channels, will have a life or else you know that Jesus loves him and will mourn the Church. Said ... this time it's people "big" all pass the 26 and many 30 and long .. these ... let's call them losers and trolls, yes, are believed to be rock to be a bard ... NO! then the kids cumbia with few teeth would be the most capos and rocker only be distinguished from the distortion pedal ... These "adult rock" understood it all wrong, are what the masks represent a rocker, take drugs, living with debt, are well whoppers minitas and guys continue with the idea that if Escabias primate but most groso sos ... god the logic in this? the relationship with the precepts of being would answer rockers?
The drug is an element of escape (and stamina?), Numbness (and rebellion?), And finally control the scourge, ergo, if you're a nuisance drugs, bring to the lack of valuation of life made this world the world of shit that you say to be unhappy. I could never respect a guy who can not talk because I smoke half north coast, much less women may consider a mine that endurance is thought to have take it all, baby ... Stamina is to raise a family, go ahead with a bid well defined, target institutions, etc., so things that are much more that getting crazy ... (poor fools all this "pelotudit @ s" would be more correct.) Interestingly
(wave national geographic) as you go through the side with an attitude of "we the post, this herd role .." XD are a lot of perdedores.Me kedo a full house watching anime, drinking mate with my friends, making music, because I have the profile of people having been MASK surrendered to criticize society, surrendered to self-destructive behavior and joined in droves to avoid being noticed qeu alone can not cope with his life. I do not do a magic trick me marketer or making use of collective prejudices as a musician is re bard = "" this is re = re crazy rock "are fallacies, I see people hollow wave strong playing anything else, that's not rock, that's gilada.
more than once offered me some faso doll with an attitude of "we rock we are the same" NO MAN, you're a Mogul, go to your home. Being
would answer is something more serious than all the pathetic show that dan.Ustedes are not dangerous to society are those who deliver dangerous anti-capitalist ideas, and now I'm going to label as criminal and proud because if there's something I'm agreement is with the theft of white gloves against the system, not the black qeu you do to contribute to drug trafficking, thus increasing a company of assholes, who is a rebel cagarle twine to another to buy drugs? Rebel is achieved qeu defraud a multinational rebel at this point is that at least has the head to avoid being robbed by the marketing and fiascos like these "rockers" -
kiero Since we laugh (JA) than to have musical talent believe that we are not aware the head of the ticket holders have nomas. NO jodamos, knowing how to play it something is a matter fisiconeurologica THAT CRAP IS ABOUT TO BE rocker? I know people who can not touch the bell and yet has good ideas on. and THAT is respectable. There are many who are not "gros" are "assholes who play like the whore mother" not to be confused.



(my cat brings me to the terrace cockroaches ... and nose to tell (?))

How Long Do You Have Ringworm

Subtle ran after sunrise, barefoot and wrapped in his shirt

Yesterday morning was a night-flavored, soft, fresh and with an addition detective that ran through my veins, producing an unbearable itch.


My tongue recalled an intense flavor and exquisitely penetrating lewd. Had to figure out who he was, that it broke my sheets and left them their aroma. And his body left an imprint on my skin scattered trembling, so piercing, that after the morning shower, I could not get disappeared. And in my hands, left the master's touch and the touch immodest. And his kisses watered my leaving an oasis of flavors and textures. And the fear of forgetting that memory, warned inquisitorial to my neurons, and forced my body of flesh ... to walk barefoot and wrapped in his shirt. With a detective addiction galloping through my veins. *