domingo, 14 de febrero de 2010




Take a look you see I painted you a picture,
It's black and white except the blood's a little richer
Down in the corner I gave it my signature
And then I titled it "This one's for the Winter"

Check it out, you see it's just a big disaster
I dedicate it to the fact that it's so hard for you to dream,
A million heartbeats around you make it hard to sleep
Doesn't help you're freezing in your bed your blankets aren't enough
All you want is some one there, all you say is so

Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.
You're making me sick, I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love
It's hard enough trying to drink another Winter all alone
Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.

Well do you find you like to fall in love with people that you're never gonna meet?
It's easier than breaking up and crying in the street
Do you curse the happy couple? Do you cringe at wedding bells?
Do you drink up all the punch while you wish 'em all to

Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.
You're making me sick, I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love
It's hard enough trying to drink another Winter all alone
Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.

You can't escape this fatal case of melancholia
It's in your face, in every place you go it's stalking you
And there are days when we all say we feel we just can't go on
But you've felt this way all along

Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.
You're making me sick, I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love
It's hard enough trying to drink another Winter all alone
Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.

Dibujo a linea para el trabajo de painter de robots
la verdad es que para mi gusto le falta algun toquecillo de sangre por ahi

lunes, 8 de febrero de 2010

smile for the camera



divagaciones filosoficas:

Estoy harta de tener mocos, no se acaban nunca. Te suenas y te suenas y siempre sigue habiendo más.

Sí, es un asco, deberían darnos dinero por los mocos, seríamos ricas!

Sí, verdad? deberían servir para algo

Si Piero Monzoni envasó su propia mierda deberíamos rentabilizar nuestros mocos.

Podríamos pintar con mocos... temple al moco!

Puag!

¿que pasa? si existe temple al huevo, porque no temple al moco? tiene una textura similar

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Merece ser escupido!
Quiero decir... que le escupan, o sea no quiero decir que le proyeccionen desde una boca hacia fuera... si no que alguien proyeccione sobre su cara un escupitajo

Escupirle vamos

Si, recibir escupitajos

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una actualización sin sentido por el simple hecho de seguir con la rutina de actualizar

mañana cuatrimestre nuevo, dormir 2 horas más!