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Usuario Leyenda nvl.7 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★, Male, from Viña

Like a moth flittering towards a flame Nov 19, 2017

    1. ßrighellα'
      ßrighellα'
      pobrecito ... yo que estoy comiendo chocolate :jaja:
    2. ßrighellα'
      ßrighellα'
      ​sí claro ... ni que quisierai :jaja:
    3. ßrighellα'
      ßrighellα'
      ​como si me fuerai a hacer algo po :lalala:
    4. ßrighellα'
    5. ßrighellα'
      ßrighellα'
      ya te dije, yo ya no planeo ... solo hago :jaja:

      nah, estaba viendo videos :paranoico:
    6. Valentinne
      Valentinne
      Yo igual desperté con caña asjashjasjhas xD
    7. Valentinne
      Valentinne
      Bieen y tú :3
    8. Valentinne
    9. Valentinne
      Valentinne
      No te quiero dar mi msn.. ¬¬ xd
    10. Comedian
      Comedian
      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMARixzu6O0

      Darkness at the break of noon
      Shadows even the silver spoon
      The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
      Eclipses both the sun and moon
      To understand you know too soon
      There is no sense in trying

      Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
      Suicide remarks are torn
      From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
      Plays wasted words, proves to warn
      That he not busy being born is busy dying

      Temptation’s page flies out the door
      You follow, find yourself at war
      Watch waterfalls of pity roar
      You feel to moan but unlike before
      You discover that you’d just be one more
      Person crying

      So don’t fear if you hear
      A foreign sound to your ear
      It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

      As some warn victory, some downfall
      Private reasons great or small
      Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
      To make all that should be killed to crawl
      While others say don’t hate nothing at all
      Except hatred

      Disillusioned words like bullets bark
      As human gods aim for their mark
      Make everything from toy guns that spark
      To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
      It’s easy to see without looking too far
      That not much is really sacred

      While preachers preach of evil fates
      Teachers teach that knowledge waits
      Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
      Goodness hides behind its gates
      But even the president of the United States
      Sometimes must have to stand naked

      An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
      It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
      And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

      Advertising signs they con
      You into thinking you’re the one
      That can do what’s never been done
      That can win what’s never been won
      Meantime life outside goes on
      All around you

      You lose yourself, you reappear
      You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
      Alone you stand with nobody near
      When a trembling distant voice, unclear
      Startles your sleeping ears to hear
      That somebody thinks they really found you

      A question in your nerves is lit
      Yet you know there is no answer fit
      To satisfy, insure you not to quit
      To keep it in your mind and not forget
      That it is not he or she or them or it
      That you belong to

      Although the masters make the rules
      For the wise men and the fools
      I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

      For them that must obey authority
      That they do not respect in any degree
      Who despise their jobs, their destinies
      Speak jealously of them that are free
      Cultivate their flowers to be
      Nothing more than something they invest in

      While some on principles baptized
      To strict party platform ties
      Social clubs in drag disguise
      Outsiders they can freely criticize
      Tell nothing except who to idolize
      And then say God bless him

      While one who sings with his tongue on fire
      Gargles in the rat race choir
      Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
      Cares not to come up any higher
      But rather get you down in the hole
      That he’s in

      But I mean no harm nor put fault
      On anyone that lives in a vault
      But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

      Old lady judges watch people in pairs
      Limited in sex, they dare
      To push fake morals, insult and stare
      While money doesn’t talk, it swears
      Obscenity, who really cares
      Propaganda, all is phony

      While them that defend what they cannot see
      With a killer’s pride, security
      It blows the minds most bitterly
      For them that think death’s honesty
      Won’t fall upon them naturally
      Life sometimes must get lonely

      My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
      Graveyards, false gods, I scuff
      At pettiness which plays so rough
      Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
      Kick my legs to crash it off
      Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?

      And if my thought-dreams could be seen
      They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
      But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only... (8)

      :guru:
    11. José Manuel Balmaceda
      José Manuel Balmaceda
      entonces va a morir la zona, lo mas probable. fue un gsto tocar con ustedes...
    12. José Manuel Balmaceda
      José Manuel Balmaceda
      por ultimo que quede uno de nosotros, los miembros frecuentes, habria que hablar con coquimbo y rodrigvis
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    Punching motherfuckers out of the galaxy
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