...

He who is not bold enough
to be stared at from across
the abyss is not bold enough
to stare into it himself.

The truth can only be learned
by marching forward.

Or perhaps you are a fool.
The truth usually betrays people.

A part of that abyss is
in the old society.

The key to the society
is in the park.
At the foot of the praying
woman, inside of the ground,
inside of a box.
To open it, I need a wrench.

My patient buried it there.
I knew, but I did nothing.
It made me uneasy to have
such a thing near.
I wasn't looking for the truth,
I was looking for tranquility.

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The Line Begins To Blur - Nine Inch Иails

There are things that i said i would never do
There are fears that i cannot believe will come true

So my soul is too sick and too little not too late
And myself... I have grown too weary to mate

The more i stay in here
The more it's not so clear

The more i stay in here
The more i disappear

As far as i have gone
I knew what side I'm on

But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur

Is there somebody on top of me?
I don't know... I don't know...

Isn't anyone stopping me
I don't know... I don't know...

Why am i trying to hold my breath
I don't know... I don't know...

Just how far down can i go?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know...

As i lie here in still
The fabric starts to tear

It's far beyond repair
And i don't even care

As far as i have gone
I knew what side I'm on

But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur

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"I'm Dexter, and I'm not sure what I am.
I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. Certainly don't talk about it. But it's there. Always. This… Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel… Alive. Half-sick with the thrill, complete wrongness. I don't fight him. I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because, lately, there are these moments that I feel connected to something else. Someone. It's like… The mask is slipping, and things, people, that never mattered before, are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me."

Blog es una mierda y internet un forro=)

Por no dejar subir la musica que queres.

Abandoned

Ahhh sorry blog, sorry unico lector, algun dia en algun momento voy a hacer algo decente de esto, cuando tenga los medios y la voluntad.

Y todo cambio.

Y todo sigue igual.

^^

Je

Nada dura nada, se esta desmoronando todo en camara lenta, pieza por pieza.

Hay tanto para escribir decir y hacer, pero no encuentro la voluntad, las ganas.

Lo unico que voy a decir en este momento.

Es que.

REALMENTE.

Necesito matar a alguien.

medapajatodo.blogspot.com

Dios, no puedo tener tanta paja, tengo que completar y subir un monton de cosas y no se como pero no encuentro el tiempo ni las ganas:

Frases.
Letras de canciones.
Letras de canciones que hice yo.
Escritos.
Musica.
Imagenes.
Quiero sacar fotos (esto es tu culpa man, me hiciste manijear con ese tema).
Ideas/Flashes varios.

Bleh, es una paja todo, a ver si me pongo las pilas.