The only blog not featuring an ipod.

There's a man, going 'round taking names.

I've applied to face failure
to look it in the eyes again
But I am happy
and I am ready
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still













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Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)