Feliz Páscoa....

...bando de consumistas!!!!


Isso é o que vocês merecem!!!!

Da série....

"Alguém deveria ser processado"

Se isso não é muita cara-de-pau não sei o que é....

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Mc Frontalot - "Bizarro Genius Baby"




Mc Frontalot - "Bizarro Genius Baby"

I had a dream that I fathered a bizarro genius baby.
She’s out the womb like, “Dood, why’d I get expatriated?”
Debated at one month the finer points of a diaper,
devised a device composed of a hose and a windshield wiper.
Grew riper in intellect as the months passed, wore a dunce cap ironically,
got fussy once and she summoned me not sonically
but through a series of editorials that she authored,
entitled: “Is MC Frontalot One Of The Worst Fathers?”
Oxford, Stanford, Harvard called, she didn’t call them back.
“Tuition & Housing? I’m holding out for a tenure track.”
Distracted by her first birthday party, I hardly noticed
she’d brought peace to the middle east or at least a cease-fire with the POTUS.
And no dust had settled when she’d disproved Fermat
by finding A^3 + B^3 that = C^3 and her sadness
at throwing the field into disarray got assuaged
by a brand new rattle and a mint parfait.

Bizarro genius baby: at first I was elated, but eventually I grew concerned.
Bizarro genius baby: you prove my genes are Grade A, but what of when tables turn?

She had to settle for the Fields Medal but didn’t settle well,
all the while cursing the indiscretions of Madame Nobel,
and so well tuckered out was she at this point that she napped,
arose with a whole symphony composed in Bb.
“See dad?” Yes dear, it’ll go with the other ones on the fridge,
in between the two Puccinis you translated & abridged,
just above ‘I love you dad’ in macaroni/glitter
and the 37 villanelles to mom (but I ain’t bitter).
And no quitter was she neither when the time it came to walk:
built an exoskeleton out of gelatin and chalk
which allowed her to run thirty miles an hour ‘round the yard.
You think that parenting your normal little children is hard?
I got scarred, scared, scampered at by holographic artifacts
that she projected on the scene with a machine that automatically
discerns your worst concerns & makes them visible.
She deemed it risible. Her glee was indivisible
from all emanations that the baby would make.
I had to become less hilarious for all of our sakes.
I made mistakes, I’ll admit it. Dropped the kid on her head,
destroyed the part of her that thought of evil. Or so she said!
Now I bred this thing out myself in part —
she quoted “reap what you sow;” I had to take it to heart.
I sought to restart: I said, “Girl, you’ll be a woman.
Can’t be dabbling and dilettantin’ all the time, I’m assuming.
Got to pick a theme and focus the beam of your brain power.”
Her face became overcome with an insane glower
and then it remained sour. She said, “Oh, I have.
Though the UI that you gave me was buggy I finally found me the nav.
And I’m dialing in a career path I think you’ll like.
Began when I played with an 808 and it ends with a mic.”
I didn’t need her to elaborate at all.
She was already wearing the glasses, mic in the palm.
She planned to become a nerdcore rapper just like me
so I shipped her to Singapore, sold her baby ass to Nike.

i'm going to kill myself tomorrow...

Elliott Smith - "Needle In The Hay"




Your hand on his arm
the hay stack charm around your neck
strung out and thin
calling some friend trying to cash some check
he's acting dumb
that's what you've come to expect
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
he's wearing your clothes
head down to toes a reaction to you
you say you know what he did
but you idiot kid
you don't have a clue
somtimes they just get caught in the eye
you're pulling him through
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
now on the bus
nearly touching this dirty retreat
falling out 6th and powell a dead sweat in my teeth
gonna walk walk walk
four more blocks plus the one in my break
down downstairs to the man
he's gonna make it all ok
i can't beat myself
i can't beat myself
and i don't want to talk
i'm taking the cure so i can be quiet
whenever i want
so leave me alone
you ought to be proud that i'm getting good marks
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay
needle in the hay



Cena do filme "Os Excêntricos Tenenbaums"
(a idéia era botar a cena que toca "Fly" do Nick Drake ¬¬)

tempo

tempo...

tempo é algo que faz tempo que não tenho.

o engraçado é que algumas pessoas acham que tenho tempo livre.

tempo deve ter a ver com dinheiro.

quando eu não tinha dinheiro eu tinha tempo pra ficar sem fazer nada.

agora que tenho dinheiro, não tenho tempo pra nada.

tempo...

eu queria pará-lo por um bom tempo.

só pra poder dormir um pouco,

pq nem iss dá tempo de fazer.

preciso de tempo

para ver os amigos,

para ignorar os inimigos,

para ler uns livros,

para fazer uma ligação

e, principalmente, preciso de tempo

para viver a vida,

pq já estou ficando sem tempo.

tempo...

i'm never

Morphine - "Gone For Good"

I'm never going back never going back to you
I'm never going to see you again
I'm never going to dig out your picture
I'm never going to look you up someday
Life is very short
You don't love me anymore
So I'm never going to see you again
I'm never going to write you a letter
Never going to call you on the phone
I'm never going to drive by your house
I'm never going to catch you coming outside
Never going to walk up your walk
And ring your bell
And feel you fall into my arms
I'm never going to see you (x2)
I'm never going to see you again
Your gone for good




=(

incompleto

Incompleto.




Essa palavra resume muito desse ano que passou.


Ano em que quase nada de bom aconteceu.


Senão fossem talvez por algumas pessoas, umas pessoas cinco no máximo, meu ano teria sido uma completa e total perda de tempo...


Por isso agradeço a vocês cinco por terem me ajudado, me apoiado, por me fazerem sorrir, me fazerem chorar, me fazerem cantar, etc...


Desejo a vocês um feliz ano novo.



Porque o meu já acabou....