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    Tuesday, July 19, 2005

    No mas SSR/PES, por favor!

    Todo el dia estudiando Salud Publica (con evasion incluida), en la ma_ana con un frio terrible y el look de enferma-ladillada-estudiando (con sweater, medias con chancletas y sin peinarme, que feeea!!!) he estornudado burda, me dolia el cuello y la cabeza (Gracias!!!, al menos no es el adenovirus... espero), aunque ya me siento mejor que esta ma_ana, debe ser porque ya no tengo tanto frio. Que ladilla con esta porqueria y porquerio, de la guia y el guion para adolescentos y adolescentas venezolanos y venezolanas (Todos los estudiante(a), jajaja). Estas dosis de mala redaccion, cosas ilogicas y adoctrinamiento mal enmascarado me atrofian el cerebro.
    La letra de la cancion que buscaba ayer la tengo aqui!!: The owls go, de Architecture in Helsinki, es muy cuchi esa cancion
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    4, 3, 2, 1...
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    Don't hide the treasures you've found / in a hole in the ground / How 'bout the tree back your house / where the owls go (owls go), or in between the attic and the basement / somewhere where it is not dark, dark, dark, dark
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    Attic in a basement with a knife serrated I'll protect you / Attic in a basement with a knife serrated I'll protect you
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    Don't hide the pleasures you’ve found / in your rolling around / where all the leaves have been swept / and the flowers grow (flowers grow) / And don't go finding a replacement / I promise I'll show heart heart heart heart
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    Finding a replacement with a heart sedated I'll forget you / Finding a replacement with a heart sedated I'll forget you / Finding a replacement with a heart sedated I'll forget you / Finding a replacement with a heart sedated I'll forget you
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    And you won't make a sound / or be nervous around piles of pictures so old / that it feels like it is ending
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    Attic in a basement with a knife serrated I'll protect you / Attic in a basement with a knife serrated I'll protect you
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    It's not too late now to change your mind / The grass gets greener when you get to the finish line / an attic in a basement (an attic in a basement...). And you won't make a sound / or be nervous around / piles of pictures so old / that it feels like it is ending / it shouldn't feel like it is ending.

    Rossanita escribe @ |7:24 PM|

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