Geniali i sex gang children!

Che brividi...come tutti piccoli pezzi di vetro che si infrangono e cadono a terra...

The Sunshine Underground - Put You In Your Place

quanto la ballerei....

giovedì!!!!

Sono giornate ricche di pensieri.
E di pochissimo tempo.
Olocombustioni paniche questa sera, maybe.

The Cure - Lullaby

and the spiderman is alway hungry...

Stanca molto stanca quasi stanchissima.
90euro spesi quasi bene oggi pomeriggio per la mia cagionevole salute.

Ora indecisione? venerdì sera dopo l'allenamento: xabier al buenaventura o i tarm al new age?
Oppure oppure il FANTASTICHERRIMO dj checco merdez all'unwound (indimenticabile trittico: love will tear us apart, dammi una lametta che mi taglio le vene, boys don't cry)...

Stanchezza, saturazione. Come m'avessero tolto drappi di sangue, Svuotata. ma dove me li avete messi i litri di sangue? dove? li voglio cercare.

Adieu, nn c'è migliore augurio che io possa fare a me stessa.
good night soprattutto a chi nn sentivo da mo' e che ho in parte ritrovato...

non parlatemi di...

Il mese scorso andai a vedere la sisley (o la roma)
mioddio mioddio

che atleta !!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eeQgdq9Vyk

Love is a number - white rose movement

Home fires, nothing left to do,Not the same old point of view...say you doLittle bitches, learn my tricks,All defences i stick up your faceAnd love is a numberI died on the carpet, now that is a scene!Volleys of angels, i spread them with wingsOvertouched... love is a numberOne of the lies, one of the looks, one of the times...I've just left the houseI'm through making outWith my dreamsWell i feel left outI'm through making out:Love is a number.Midnight, walks aloneThe secret is up, your face is down,And love is a number(gika-gika!) and to the men who chose lies:What is science, when history's in doubt?Some saySome say sex sellsSome saySome say sex sells (etc)I've just left the room, i no more can consumeThis kiss (...this kiss)Those kisses we madeThe messes... we meant it?Home fires, nothing left to doNever wasting words with youSay you doShallow secrets cross my headAll the symbols i stick in your headThat love is a numberAnd you're wailing, you're wailing, you're wailing, it's trueI fucking love myselfI better love youSome say / some say sex sells (i better love you)Some say / some say sex sells (i think about you you)Some say / some say sex sells (i always speak the truth)Some say / some say sex sells (i think about you)I think about you...