"I will revenge my injuries; if I cannot
inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy,
because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care; I
will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart,
so that you shall curse the hour of your birth."


Frankenstein, Capítulo 17. Simplemente excelente.

She told me she loved me, Which means, She must be insane
I've had my face dragged in , Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not, And I do not like it
So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, The only one around here who is me, Is me

They said they respect me, Which means, Their judgement is crazy
I've had my face dragged in, Fifteen miles of shit, And I do not, And I do not, And I do not like it
So how can anybody say, They know how I feel, When they are they, And only I am I

He said he wants to befriend me, Which means, He can't possibly know me
The voices of the real, And the imagined cry, The future is passing you by, The future is passing you by

So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel, Everybody look, See pain, And walk away
And as for you in your uniform, Your smelly uniform, You think you can be rude to me
Because you wear a uniform, A smelly uniform, And so you think you can be rude to me

But even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, Sick and depraved, A traveller to the grave
I would never be you, I would never be you

Yves Saint Laurent murió

... y el mundo de la soda llora.

You are your sunshine

Nunca entendí ese afán de creerme menos que el resto o todo ese asunto de que uno se cree como muy especial o diferente. Si bien somos únicos pues bueno, somos únicos e iguales, o una cosa así. Es como que la vida te dice "sos especial" y "bueno, no te la creas tanto" al mismo tiempo.
De todas formas, uno puede hacer lo que hace siempre, quedarse con la parte que más a uno le convenga.