10:01 AM
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There are two kinds of people in the world; those who fuck up and those who get fucked over.
Whisper through complex electronics the truths of a happy life.
How every year I die, and there rest your flowers on my grave.
At least make me believe so.
There is no space in this skull for more.
The thoughts linger, and never leave.
How to explode?
It's funny whTherefore I must be the other kind.
en you stop d
ividing the w
orld into the
usual black &
white, and pu
sh a gradients
in between. P
erspective. I
n my honest o
pinion, the o
pening senten
ce rings true
anyway, desp
ite these wat
ered down ver
sions of sol
id tones. At
least in my e
ars. Makes se
nse that I wou
ld be the sec
ond kind, not
because of st
upidity, or be
cause I would
be the submis
sive kind. Ju
st because I c
are too much
to be the one
that fucks o
ver.
Whisper through complex electronics the truths of a happy life.
How every year I die, and there rest your flowers on my grave.
At least make me believe so.
There is no space in this skull for more.
The thoughts linger, and never leave.
How to explode?
WOW!
Cuanto tiempo que ni ponias un punto por aqui!
Estaba haciendo un recorrido por los blogs que tengo en mi lista y entre al tuyo (cosa rara, porque como nunca actualizabas, nunca entraba) y me sorprendi!
Saludos y que estes bien
Un besote
Chau! =)