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up to the hilt

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another poem in the middle

first this is not a sign of depression is more bn otherwise



My first love me
A mild odor and a warm hug wrapped around me. A slight pressure on the back I relax, I open my eyes to see, but I find myself alone. No longer
nor its sweet smell in the air or the warm embrace, it was only a memory, a memory too alive, and I want to break to mourn, but I can not.
Now the pressure is pain, acute pain that keeps me breathing, but even so, I pursue this memory, I run after him and caught him again and again.
sleep and wake up alone, remembering that last kiss, the last time I felt that hug, that last time I felt the smell of her naked body in my arms ...
My young woman, my first love ...

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class and soothe the mind after my last entry removed



In this life I have only one friend

Satan is called my father and my girlfriend have
mania no longer endure it more
My mother complains clean sheep blood stains on the sofa.

I was punished without pay or Ouija
And my fury unleashed hell
Moto, wine, leather, Chorizo \u200b\u200b
Peña, Cane, Nenas, Grenada

're the machocabrío. Wash your scrotum in the river


machocabrío I am male I am more and more cunt than you

machocabrío I am the best friend of Beelzebub

I am the chase
machocabrío cans, barking and four legs
I am the machocabrío
Can not you see my goatee

Blood, Motorcycles, Horns, fart
Dirt, Rona, Beam, Block


machocabrío I am male and I am much more bastard than you
I am the machocabrío
Can not you see my goatee

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(and damn if the photos)
How Does It Fell

babe To taste sweet revenge Do you want me
on my knees How

does it feel babe To let me feel your strength Do not be cruel
, can not you see
If you don't catch me now
I can't stop falling down
Just one more night and the devil's got my soul
I need your love babe don't tell me "no way"
Babe i miss you so much more than words can say
How does it feel babe
To kill our destiny
I swear i'm not gonna crawl oh no
How does it feel babe
To make a fool out of me
How can you be so cold
If you don't catch me now
I can't stop falling down
Just one more night and the devil's got my soul
I need your love babe don't treat me this way
Ooh i miss you, i miss you
Baby our love's got what it takes
To give us one more chance to start once again
Baby our love will find a way
As long as we believe in love



does it feel babe
The sweet taste of revenge?
I want on my knees?

it feel babe To let me feel your strength?
Do not be cruel, you see?
If you catch me now I can stop
N
Just drop one more night and the devil has my soul
need your love babe, do not say "no way"
Baby I miss you a lot more than words to express it feel babe

By killing our destiny?
swear that I will not crawl, do not it feel babe

me look like an idiot?
How can you be so cold?
If you catch me now
I can not help falling
Just one more night and the devil has my soul
need your love babe do not treat me so
Baby I miss you, miss you Baby our love
has what it takes
To give us one more chance to return Nena
start our love always find a way
to believe in love

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1959 vs 2009 Scenario 1: Juan not sit still in class. Interrupts and annoys fellow.
Year 1959: sent John to the principal and he gives good rant .. Back to class, sit quietly and not interrupt again more.


Year 2009: Given to John large doses of benzodiazepines. It becomes a zombie. The school receives a subsidy for having a disability.
Scenario 2: Luis broke the glass of a car in the neighborhood.
Year 1959: His father removed his belt and hits a good whipping with it ..
Luis is more careful next time, grows normally, goes to college and becomes a successful man.
Year 2009: Luis's father arrested for abuse. No father figure, Luis joins a band ..

Scenario 3: José falls while running a race and scrapes his knee. His teacher, Mary, finds him crying on the roadside Mary hugs him to comfort him.
Year 1959: Soon, John is feeling better and keep playing ..

Year 2009: Mary is accused of abuse and faces three years in prison. Joseph spends five years of therapy in therapy. His parents sued the school for negligence and teacher for emotional trauma, winning both trials. Mary commits suicide by jumping from a building ..

Scenario 4: School Discipline:
Year 1959: Toward a club in class .. The teacher I got two good Slap well deserved. When you get home your father two more tips.
Year 2009: You make a club. Professor apologizes. Your father and I apologize to buy a bike.

Scenario 5: Oct. 31.
Year 1959: Arrives on time change winter to summer time. Nothing happens.

Year 2009: Get the day of change from winter to summer time. People suffering from sleep disorders, depression and cellulite.

Scenario 6: The end of the holiday.
Year 1959: After eating an endless caravan with the family put in a hundred Gasoleros after 15 days on the coast, the holidays are finished. The next day you work and nothing happens.

Year 2009: After returning from Cancun, on a trip 'all inclusive' holidays are finished and people suffer neglect syndrome, panic and seborrhea ....

THAT WAS WHEN WE BECOME SO PELOTUDOS ..?


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