
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Monday, January 9, 2006
Kates Playground Poses Strawberry
Plá
solo dirty pig
I throwing my cry and see me so unhappy
nobody wants to kiss me because I reek of dung
y hasta se me caen los mocos
y me los como y es penoso
no poderlos compartir
nunca nadie se ha atrevido
a darme un poco de cariño
soy repugnante
un cerdo
peor que un puerco
¿por qué será
que si me miro en el espejo
me entra ese mal sabor de boca
y tengo ganas de escupir?
¿será de rabia que escupo
por mi asqueroso destino?
yo voy peor que un marginado
pero si reniego del sistema
o maldigo esta sociedad
si me cago en este mundo
me cago en el calzoncillo
no me contengo
no puedo evitarlo
me cago en todo
luchando contra mi sino
I would not even the slightest smile
'm glad because if I choke burp
in my joy and always a fart escapes me when I get happy
not stand it I can not stand it
why is it?
my being is a rubbish dump
misery
a big pile of crap to me scrambling
guts of both disgust and vomiting
I
sad when I look at what I am
my life is a
nightmare
sometimes dream that I am pure and sensual fragrance scented
and smells so good that dream sweet ambrosia
spring breeze
who could sleep forever but then I wake
:
and turned to crap over and went back to mess
bed
and again I encounter in my stinking reality
my last fetid rotting
my future
with my foul stench of bitter truth
I suffer from a horrible evil
a so-called mental diarrhea
solo dirty pig
I throwing my cry and see me so unhappy
nobody wants to kiss me because I reek of dung
y hasta se me caen los mocos
y me los como y es penoso
no poderlos compartir
nunca nadie se ha atrevido
a darme un poco de cariño
soy repugnante
un cerdo
peor que un puerco
¿por qué será
que si me miro en el espejo
me entra ese mal sabor de boca
y tengo ganas de escupir?
¿será de rabia que escupo
por mi asqueroso destino?
yo voy peor que un marginado
pero si reniego del sistema
o maldigo esta sociedad
si me cago en este mundo
me cago en el calzoncillo
no me contengo
no puedo evitarlo
me cago en todo
luchando contra mi sino
I would not even the slightest smile
'm glad because if I choke burp
in my joy and always a fart escapes me when I get happy
not stand it I can not stand it
why is it?
my being is a rubbish dump
misery
a big pile of crap to me scrambling
guts of both disgust and vomiting
I
sad when I look at what I am
my life is a
nightmare
sometimes dream that I am pure and sensual fragrance scented
and smells so good that dream sweet ambrosia
spring breeze
who could sleep forever but then I wake
:
and turned to crap over and went back to mess
bed
and again I encounter in my stinking reality
my last fetid rotting
my future
with my foul stench of bitter truth
I suffer from a horrible evil
a so-called mental diarrhea
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