18 de nov. de 2007
Porque somos um aglomerado de influências externas a nós mesmos...
Eu planeava escrever sobre fleshlights e todos os restantes ‘sex toys’ existentes, contudo uma irreversível dor de virilha ou de cabeça (nunca sei qual é qual, são tão parecidas e próximas) impediu-me de tal. Parece que esse tema fica para uma outra vez, a não ser que me aconteça algo de tão hediondo que eu nem me atrevo a descrever, como por exemplo ser empurrado por uma ribanceira por um afro-Português de 2metros, cortado aos pedaços e ver esse mesmo indivíduo a pavonear-se com a minha linda cabeça (não, não me estou a referir ao meu pénis... GOSH!) numa formosa parada, onde uma enorme massa de pessoas rejubilarão mais do que rejubilam ao se falar no Senhor (e aqui, me estou a referir a Deus, não ao Sr. Figueiredo da mercearia). Se isto acontecer, que é o mais provável, não irei escrever sobre fleshlights, no entanto, delegarei esse cargo a um dos meus colaboradores que até agora se têm mantido calados.
E foi assim... Esta foi verdadeiramente a primeira vez que divaguei incoerentemente (esta palavra foi difícil de escrever, agora tentem soletrar). E como é usual, despeço-me com uma pergunta. Eu não sei porque nunca tentei, mas será possível divagar quando se está a fazer sexo?
Abra Cadaver - The Hives
Ah no what's wrong with me,
I got no vision see.
I was the target of a notion of submission see.
Oh yeah they needed me, I was the target see.
They tried to stick a dead body inside of me.
I Need no, Need no alibi.
Honestly I tell no lies,
Wanted to stick an office worker inside of me.
But I kept breaking free, they could no capture me.
I pulled maneuvers that were closer to savage see,
Bad, bad!
They tried to stick a dead body inside of me,
Bad bad!
Come again I tell no lies,
So now you understand I was a wanted man
The opposition and the bug of a shiny hand,
But ah no this I see, there's nothing wrong with me.
There's no deadbeat regime rider inside of me
I Need no, Need no alibi.
Honestly, I tell no lies.
Tried to stick an office worker inside of me.
I Need no, need no alibi.
Honestly, I tell no lies.
Wanted nothing stuck inside of me
Bad bad, They tried to stick a dead body inside of me.
Bad bad, wanted nothing stuck in me.
1 de nov. de 2007
"Bases para Copos – A Panaceia dos Tempos Modernos"
Valhalla
It's a test
It's a game
Did you pass?
Play again
In the hope
That you see
Where you've been
It's the fame
It's the drugs
It's the social circle that you're not part of
It's the feel
It's everybody else, it can't be me
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
I can't control myself
I am done
With this war
I will spit right in the face of all you whores
In the hope
That you see
Where you've been
It's the fame
It's the drugs
It's the social circle that you're not part of
It's the feel
It's everybody else, it can't be me
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
It's the world
On its knees
It's the heaven that everyone seems to need
It's the light
It's the focus that you cannot seem to find
The fame
The feel
The social circle that you can't get near
The drugs
It's everybody else, it can't be you
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
You're the reason I can't control myself
You are the reason I can't control myself
PS: o filme das Bratz já foi feito... mais uma razão para não por os pés no cinema, como se já não houvessem suficientes.