InSc´ide
Posted 2 months ago
las cosas toman su camino…
todo el dinero, drogas o banalidades consumistas, no tienen sentido; al final lo único que quiero es mi hermano. te amo Ganzo
Posted 12 months ago
ARREBATADA DE ALMA / Snatched from SOUL
ESTOY PODRIDO DE ESA BELLEZA SINTÉTICA ,
QUIERO TODA TU BELLEZA COMPLEJA !
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I’M SICK OF YOUR SYNTHETIC BEAUTY,
I WANT ALL YOUR BEAUTY COMPLEX!
Posted 1 year ago
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… I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off…
Electricas mudas sinesteticas , hojas realmente irreales que entran en mi cabeza y se imprimen sobre el monitor, que me hacen sentir bien , dulce aroma de tinta digital que me sangra cada minuto vacio ... Mi ambieguedad en post_re.
