miércoles, 9 de septiembre de 2009

Senseless entry I

XD vaya, no recordaba que en tu blag (ver XKCD plz) puedes poner lo que se te pegue la gana, sin necesidad de decir algo profundo a la de a webo XD

Mientras diré que ya todos TODOS (incluyendo al Borrego, que no se haga =9) mandaron muy lejos a sus blags, por lo que ya no los estaré chingando con que escriban. Sí, se han librado de la maldición del Berna chingador jojojo.

Por otro lado, cada que haya post nuevo les será avisado por medio de messenger, correo, twitter, hi5, facebook, tagged, gaia online, second life, youtube y cualquier otro medio (gra-tui-to) que se me pueda otorgar. Para evitar esto, chéquense por lo menos una vez a la semana mi blog (cualquiera de los dos), ya que estoy por completar el super mega post 100 del otro, ya quiero poner lo que pasó en Metallicaaaaaaa!!!! XD

Bueno en fin, mientras, les dejo un dibujín que metí a deviantArt (a mí me gustó mucho, a lo mejor las manos están chicas pero ps eso se arregla fácil =9) [link] (lo puse aquí porque esta flaggeado como mature, y si no están inscritos no lo van a poder ver ^^;) La descripción está aquí [link]. Les recuerdo mi página de deviant (para que vean los demás dibujos, si ven algo como mature y no lo pueden ver, ni modo, por lo menos ya les puse uno, para qué no están XD), y ps ai la ven luego XD

jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2009

Merciful Hate

I hate what you've become,
I despise everything you represent,
Even I'm sorry for you,
I can only give you my merciful hate.

Why, Why? Why you ask?
Why, Why? You're a mask.
Why, Why? Please fuck off...
Why, Why? Worthless dump.

You deserve better, you say
World's against you, shout
But tell me now and whisper:
What have you done for it?

Why, Why? Why you ask?
Why, Why? You're a mask.
Why, Why? Please fuck off...
Why, Why? Worthless dump.

And heaven won't reply
Hell won't take you in
Because life is your punishment
Sorrow is your food, anger is your water.

In the end, was it worth it?
You didn't work, you didn't tell
And I'm asking again:
Why do you fucking complain?!?!

Why, Why? Why you ask?
Why, Why? You're a mask.
Why, Why? Please fuck off...
Why, Why? Worthless dump.

Merciful hate, it's what you'll take
Because I can't give no more,
The awful truth is...
I am you.



Dedicado a todos aquellos que se odian a sí mismos.

miércoles, 26 de agosto de 2009

Last Dance, part I

Welcome everybody!

And so, this masquerade is finally over, and we thank all the contestants for your assistance. There is no prize here, there is no reward after all, I just wish you all good luck and a safe destiny wherever you may roam.

You wanna know why I'm making such statements? Well, because, in some point, masks were worn off, so in the end, I truly saw you. At least a little piece of yourself. And remember... Fortune, fame, mirrors vain, but the memory remains...

And now, switch the curtain please, and Turn the Page...

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am - on the road again

There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page...

So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode

Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés, is it woman? Is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand...

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page

Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah

Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said...

He-ey Yeah
And here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on a stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
There I go - turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I'm gone...


With everything just happened, I still wish you good luck.
Have a safe trip.
Farewell...