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nothing remains unchanged

Atenção Mr. Kuhn estamos a mudar de paradigma (praise the Lord!)Considerações que surgem quando se lê uma frase como "e nada voltou a ser como dantes"
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 07:30:00 GMT

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Desert begins just inside my window
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:24:00 GMT

radio+head+video+tape

"This is my way of saying goodbye Because I can't do it face to face I'm talking to you after it's too late From my videotape No matter what happ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 10:24:00 GMT

Ouvir nos entretons

"I'd really would like to become what I am"  Pop Dell'Art"You taste like tearstains and could have beens"  She Wants Revenge"You will know me by the scars I bare" - Otep
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 16:54:00 GMT

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If you go away on this summer day,Then you might as well take the sun away;All the birds that flew in the summer sky,When our love was new and our hearts were high;When the day was young and the night...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 17:20:00 GMT

This Is The Thing - Fink

I don't know if you notice anything different It's getting dark and it's getting cold and the nights are getting long And I don't know if you even notice at all That I'm long gone And the things ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 08:50:00 GMT

wolf like me

Say say my playmate wont you lay hands on me mirror my lady transfer my tragedy 
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 08:24:00 GMT

The Moves

Before he died, my father taught me his finger moves. they were movements for getting a woman off. He said he didn't know if they'd be of use to me, seeing as how I was a woman myself, but it was all ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 12:30:00 GMT

autoFlagelações

Hay tantos muertosY tantas manos que han encerrado besos
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 05:35:00 GMT

autogratificações

Alors sans avoir rien Que la force d'aimerComo beber dessa bebida amarga Tragar a dor, engolir a labuta Mesmo calada a boca, resta o peito Silêncio na cidade não se escuta De que me vale ser filho da ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:33:00 GMT