ES EL FINAL
viernes, 26 de marzo de 2010
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La mentora de este fucking blog
run fast, little hives
in for the kill...
What a horror
bloc party!
We are scientists
change your mind
rocket dog!!
sex, drugs and rock & roll
the yellow one
be careful
robert patinson
el gato parlante!
what a stoopid monnkey!
animal
Robot chicken
jet
ñam ñam
there's only a step
it's him
oh my god!
billy & mandy
the academy is
mando diao
gorillaz
fall out boys
foo fighters
Arctic Monkeys
plain white ts
red blood shoes
the white stripes
paramore
kurt
under the water
red hot chilli peppers
mgmt
ting tings
primal scream
linkin park
the strokes
mgmt
kings of leon
Datos personales
- trasher
- People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other shite. Got no money: can't get pished. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.
Where is Wally?
Can you find him?
beware with the rabit
that's all folks
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