jueves, agosto 09, 2007

Canícula (Que no calígula)

-Y de dónde coño eres recluta?
-Señor de Texas, señor.
-No me jodas, en Texas sólo hay vacas y maricones, recluta cowboy, y tú no te pareces mucho a una vaca, así que ya sabemos lo que eres ¿Te gusta mamar pollas?
-Señor, no, señor
-No te tragas los rabos.???
-Señor, no, señor
-Tu debes ser de esos tipos desagradecidos, que cuando están dando por el culo no tienen ni el detalle de hacerle una paja al otro. No te perderé de vista

9 de Agosto

Como si estuvieramos en pleno invierno, lentamente cobran vida las paredes en las largas mañanas, menos oscuras y con ese olor que sólo con el embuimiento en los libros se pueden impregnar. Una vez más repartes tres en dos y te llevas una, esperemos que al menos las dos entre en el saco. Para más Inri, cachondeito a seis u ocho manos, pulpos en los mentideros engullen en su tinta, y eso que a mi, la china no se me acaba y corre en rios regulados por el flujo del ave desnuda.

Tic tac, miro el reloj sobre mi mesa, marcando condenadamene la lenta hora en que se aproxima la ansiada noche. Noche para los artistas, para los poetas, para los escritores y para los vasos de Ginebra. Lady Ginebra mueren los viejos bosques por saciar tu cristiana sed. Vuelca la sangre sobre tu postre y endúlzalo un poco, que no hallé quien con un vaso de RH negativo sin coagular se amargara los labios.

No es lineal. Pues mire usted que bien, así tal y como vino al mundo, no le hace falta el pan debajo del brazo, ni las ropas ni la vergüenza, tan puro, tan inocente, tan original, tan único.

I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun

I can't stay on your life support, there's a
shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine, cause its making me
itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again but she´s
being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Stead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me
ill
You keep makin' me ill

I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills, they were different
Maybe I should get some help

I can't stay on your life support, there's a
shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine, cause its making me
itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes
being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere (arr)
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Stead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me
ill
You keep makin' me ill

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere (arr)
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Stead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me
ill
You keep makin' me ill

I can't stay on your life support, there's a
shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine, cause its making me
itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes
being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here, where I can,

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere (ahh)
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Stead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me
ill
Your keep makin' me ill

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