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cerveza

graças ao bica, fiquei no veneno de beber cerveja. hoje. alguém aí? liganóis.

espam

é leilão de metragem aqui na pastinha spam, que o [jabá]runbox[/jabá] trata de gerenciar. Começou com os caras querendo aumentar meu carajo em sete centímetros, o que já me obrigaria a comprar umas cuecas novas. Agora, tem uns gringos oferecendo FIVE INCHES! Nas minhas contas, isso são 12,5 cm. Tem patrocínio da Zorba por trás (opa!)?

Peso

Não quero atrapalhar. Momentos bons, bons mesmo, mas que poderiam ser muito melhores não fosse o peso, a culpa, a tensão. Um pouco de tensão é base pro tesão, mas nem tanto. Não gosto de arrependimento. Um segundo de cada vez, e o caminho não é passado, é lifelog, como a caixinha dentro do meu armário.
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Cold Water
Tom Waits

Well I woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold water
Woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold

Police at the station
And they don't look friendly
Well they don't look friendly
Well they don't look friendly
Police at the station
And they don't look friendly
They don't look friendly well
They don't

Blind or crippled
Sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible
By a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom
Dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby
With the snakes and the bugs

Well the stores are open
But I ain't got no money
I ain't got no money
Stores are open but I
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no money
Well I ain't

Found an old dog
And he seems to like me
Seems to like me
Well he seems to like me
Found an old dog and he
Seems to like me
Seems to like me
Well he seems

Seen them fellows
with the card board signs
Scrapin up a little $
To buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women and
The Vietnam vets I say
Beggin on the freeway
Bout as hard as it gets

Well I slept in the graveyard
It was cool and still
Cool and still
It was cool and still
Slept in the graveyard
It was cool and still
Cool and still and it
Was cool

Slept all night in the Cedar grove
I was born to ramble
Born to rove
Some men are searchin for the
Holy Grail
But there ain't nothin sweeter
Than ridin the rails

I love 47 but I'm 24
Well they shooed me away
From here the time before
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Sonh

Subindo a bandeirantes em direção ao trem, na marginal. Rádio cultura nozouvidos. Repentemente, Philip Glass, Metamorphosen #5. Caralho. Me senti dentro do Waking Life, tipo um sonho inerte dentro de um pesadelo dentro de um sonho bom. Zerosum, talvez.

Mas desliguei o rádio. E não te preocupa aí, véi. Eu também não entendo muito do que eu escrevo.

Uf

Como diz o engenheiro francês:
nêgo...