

POR LA MALDITA BULLASilencio, que no se hable más. Las líneas amarillas tiritan mientras pasan En la calle soñadora y las luciérnagasPOR LA MALDITA BULLA
Brillan negro en la penumbra y Con todo y eso, se nota, (se medio que escucha.)
Silencio, silencio, que no se hable más. La bodega de memorias se cierra vacía en vino, El cuerpo conoce la luz y forma el alma gris. Los muertos caminan y no me importa, Hay algo bello y mas grande, pero casi no
Lo puedo escuchar (si tan solo pudiera.)
Silencio, silencio, que no se hable mas! Un yunque cae marginada en el fondo del océano E imita a


LET ME.LET ME.LET ME.
Let me show you that way, Into something... Something more blue. Let me show you my way Into something more blue
Than your eyes.
Let me show you the way into
A hole bogger than yourself, The truth is that it never was that big And it never really was a hole.
Let me not be me to show you The way into a kingdom of pain, Not to be a grim ripper nor a sand castle Reduced to the wind, the ocean, and nothing more.
Let me show you the way into Something much more red than the blood taste of your hands.


I have...I have an eye that feels Two buckets of placeboI have...
And three gallons of sorrow. I have two hands that touch And an ear that listens, A heart full of sorrow and
Most important of all This pair of feet.
I have a nose that smells The innocence of virginity, I have a mouth that taste All that bitter flesh, Two eyes, each for
Each step I take further. One two, one two,
Steps at a time.
I have an eye that feels Two buckets of placebo
And three gallons of sorrow. I have two hands that touch And a ear that listens, &


I AM TIERED...................I am tiered of people, I am tiered of what they say, I am tiered of not giving a sheet, I am tiered of pretending, I am tiered of actions, I am tiered karma, I am tiered that everythingI AM TIERED...................
Comes back straight at me.
I am tiered of not being good at anything, I am tiered of knowing this, I am tiered of mistakes, I am tiered of me being the one who makes them, I am tiered of politics, society,
And always coming back at me.
I am tiered of ignorance I am tiered of stupidity I am tiered of you, him, they, I am tiered of grades,  
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