DitoNellAno {Mi suicido al 65%}

mercoledì, agosto 29, 2007
And sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was like Mariella,
she got some pritt stick and glued her lips together.
So she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak.
People used to say shes as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn't make a peep.

But Mariella just crossed her arms and walked up the stairs
and she went into her bedroom, and she sat on her bed.
And she looked in the mirror and she thought to herself If I wanna play, I can play with me,
If I wanna think, I'll think in my head.

At school, Mariella didn't have many friends, yeah,
the girls there, they looked at her and thought she was quite strange.
Boys aren't really into girls at that age.
And the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase.

But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road because she knew all the secrets in her world.
yeah, she always got the crossword puzzle right every day and she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes.
Mariella.
Mariella.
Pretty, pretty girl.
Mariella.
Mariella.
Happy in her own little world
Happy in her own little world
And she says I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever gunna unglue my lips from being together
She said I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever evereverevereverevereverevereverever gunna unglue my lips from being together



*****ato da inta 00:13
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mercoledì, agosto 08, 2007

mein Gott!
                                     

la mia gotta?

due link assoluti per chi si intrippa terribilmente con fabbriche abbandonate,
ospedali dismessi e affini

http://abandoned-places.com/
paurosamente figo.

il lemaire institute è peggio di qualsiasi session 9
(girato qui ho scoperto, down in massachusetts. ma pare che l'abbiano demolito l'anno scorso. spiace)

http://hospital.apoka.com/
molto carino.

ahhh. adoro le cose morte
*****ato da inta 20:14
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non si muore

tutta questa clandestinità dov'è che è nata?
questo andare a letto presto quando è iniziato?



affanculo questa serietà questa lealtà tutta questa impresa
...poi il sabato all'iper a far la spesa




Veglierò-per-sempre per Vedere-il-bagliore-da-vicino
finché prenderemo d'anticipo il mattino
*****ato da inta 13:28
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da dove veniamo, cosa portiamo.
un fiorino.





sinceramente eravamo armati delle nostre migliori intenzioni
(ma non c'è differenza tra restare e una pallottola nel cranio)