Si en verdad quieres hacer lo que estas haciendo...

...debe haber amor y oficio...

Que opinan del nuevo de RATATAT...?

agridulce....

http://www.mediafire.com/?2xwjxocjbfl

no sea wevon y pongale copy/paste...

I officially love this song...

Songs Of Green Pheasant - King Friday
MP3



Songs Of Green Pheasant
Website

Si fuera champions...

Estariamos en la final...Aguante Rayados...!

Celos e inspiracion...

Los sentimientos que siento al escuchar a Sam Bean...

Chinlinder list...

el primer post de este año 2008 sera una de las ya olvidadas listas de cosas que rifan o estan rifando en mi vida... so here they are...

1).- Una chica que me llevara a comer sesos, si, sesos en el D.F. ...(just kiddin' still a vegetarian...).
2).- 'Cool hand luke' - mis respetos a Paul Newman.
3).- 'I'm Me' - 'Li'l Wayne'- Super buena rola de el auto-nombrdo mejor MC del planeta.
4).- Masterizar - Que hueva da, pero que satisfactorios son los resultados de un buen trabajo...
5).- 'Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo' - Oscar Zeta Acosta. Mindfuck.
6).- 'Breaking Bad' - Bryan Cranston se debe ganar un emmy por esta serie.
7).- 'Human Giant' Estos batos me hacen reir machin.
8).- Old school soul regresa a mi jeta, 'Stylistics', 'Delfonics', 'Commodores', 'Dramatics', y todos eso demas que termina con 'ics' o 'ores'.
9).- Vhs...muchos mas indestrcutible que los cds.
10).- Mis rayados de Monterrey, hay que ganarle a los Santos.

let's...

why not...?

alone with me...

Where god can't see
away from intent
deviate from devilish...

scheme, it has a face...
how fresh and how resistant I do not know...

Prey...
I see you ran away...
It's more fun when thy're moving...
warm bodies
serving functions...

Ailment anticipation, seen a mile ahead...
but it still sneaks up on you...
we can be so blind when we want to...
Naive is the word of the day...

So lift up from nowhere I have moved on,
but have not moved an inch..

Test me some more, it's fun and sinful...
duality is deserved, and uleashed at will...
Teake me under, take me over
break it open...
revolting...

I'm not here for you, and I know...
you are not here for me...

When you see things from the outside...

milk and honey...
eyes raised up to challenge...
focus...smile...take it all in...

I see you climb me like a tree...
like a mountain...
your back is a canvas for mi fingertips...

Out sized...

Your hair falls into place...
Into my waiting hands...
eyes falling...eyes rolling back...

Your lips are bleeding blood red...
I have only kissed them...
you are the abused...auto-erotic abuser...

Let the flame die...
but not the fire...this earthly desire...
when we don't see with light...

I'm drawing lines across your thighs...
around your stomach, mystified...
taking me everywhere, but gently moving...

Now the piano begins to fall...
we are dragged back into red...
and all the blood is electric...
I can feel it run within my veins...
it feels warm...it feels and fills...

Now it's time...
to forget about time and consequence...
just lie here beside me, love...
just enjoy this mess we're in...

Painting by 'Phillip Corey'

...Heavy...

...Heavy...
you make me get up, you make it harder...
you raise the bar...further...
tell me how I taste, now with metal extensions...
assuming these all work, these applications...

Hone this art in secret...
what we do here is sacred and secret...

Partially falling apart...
gradually fading into the dark...
Part two was a revenge, part three is a revival...
and there it is...

yeah...!!
I'm open...
stand back, and hold on...
the thrust is not to trust...
I can't hold then down...
It's not so easy...

Stakes are raised and stabbed into grateful hearts...
of madness this relief comes, in pieces...

flying over the hornets nest...
the label that was once used is not applicable...
then you learn that it is not a test...
and that is even more despicable...
...λ۸gəH...

2420...

ese numero de visitas a recibido el site...thank you for passing bye...I love every single one of you...con todo mi corazon...tengan por seguro, que tanta vibra buena o mala que me manden, sera reciprocada...Shalom...!

Adios...

Adios de diferetes formas...

au revoir, good bye, Auf Wiedersehen, αγαθό αντίο, arrivederci, さようなら, adeus, хороший bye, goed tot ziens, bien jusqu'à ziens, Adéu, Bye bye, Bonne journée, U-hyu'-s-ti, Yadalanh, Ma'as salaama, Gero arte, Ta-ta, Shubho bidai, Joi gin, Ca ndyi, Ñakum ñiway, Adiu, Farvel, Tot ziens, Senebti, Cheerio, Adiau^, Näkemiin, Ata logo, Seavas, Jajoechajevypeve, Aloha 'oe, Namasté, Ya da ma, Bless, Tavvauvutit, Buona sera, Buona notte, 'Ad'iyoos, Ha'uu, Itte kimasu, Hona sainara, Shén, Shalom lejitraot, Viso gero, Mbarawa, Kande tne tíu, A se revede, Bayartai, B'a'tin b'eel, Titotazqueh, De kuday pa aman, Tsé, Até a vista, Sat siri akal, Quine na, Poka, Tofa, Tse ue, Addiu, Nasvidenje, Adyosi, Adjö, Parahi, Adiósibá, Sawatdi, Jema jai yong, Hoscakal, Do pobachennya, Chào ba, Khodankway, Zay gesunt, Kin bin tin nah, Ma chaá, Ngeyavalilisa, ...Ciao

MSTRKRFT

que buen partyson se aventaron estos compañeros de Kimika, congratulations...Mejor party que he ido en el año...haber como se pone lo que resta de el...Se la rifaron como siempre el duo dinamico del Guero y el monchis, poniendo la vibra a todo lo que daba...y MSTRKRFT, ni se diga...son unos cochinos atascados que me hacian temblar bien rico...good times, good times indeed...!


Foto por Pax

en la madre...

saludos a las madrecitas...y a mi amigo el ducati...que cumple años...mi regalo a ellas sera esta magnifica cancion de Caetano Veloso...no me importa si no es apropiada...pero tiene feeling...

Misguided Souls...

If the reach-out was inopportune...
I would gladly pay the toll of these sincere rehabilitation...
take me out back and put another one in my chest and through my heart of hearts...

I feel the softest touch that you could let go...
Just by hearing words as complicated melodies, articulated from the jaded...

We needed change...
and not for bus fare, but for sanity to remain real...
dig your teeth in, but not to feed, just to feel...

This deviated conversation is the bliss that ignorance brings...
I pass from being yours, to being mine, and you are back where you started...

Contaminated taken as a good thing...
intoxicated to the point of bliss...
Take these hands and make a model for the future failure...
Not only expected, but welcome as a learning step...

As I try to read your mind I am reminded by the curious...
it's not important to resume, unless you've thought it through...
Just give me a smile, and I will drown in it with all my pseudo-sorrow...
You'll charge me by the hour, and I'll gladly pay my dews...

Rid of me and this town of dying flames...
and flashes of pasive melloncolie...
I don't need these tears at all...
If i paint your eyes shut, you will not cry anymore...

Not gone...

Just playing hard to get... ;)

Tres Frases...

- Todos es hasta el punto que te lo crees.

- Ya con la luz, ya veo.

- No me hablaron los pecados...

Pay it foreward...

Este post es redirigido al Chuy, por su exelente eleccion de photo...la cual me recordo cuanto me gusta esta rola de Radiohead...

Big Boots (Man o War)

Drift all you like
From ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions
And hijacked affairs
Just make you more alone
If you come home
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me
Dressed for the kill
You're my man of war
You're my man of war

The worms will come for you

So unplug the phone
Stop all the taps
It all comes flooding back
From poison clouds to poisoned dwarf
You're my man-o-war
You're my man-o-war
The worms will come for you
Big boots
For you
Big boots

Self (ish) conscience

I've hurt you many times before...
and if you let me, I'll do it again...
just shut the door...
you're standing right in front of it...

There are no white lies...
only misleadings...
could you survive the proof?...
with a spoonful of truth...

I doubt you would...





And when we're alone, now it would seem...
the only exit is this pantomime routine...
rehearsed ad nauseam...
if the feeling becomes a disappointment...
serve me up again in this karmic annulment...

Dancing the waltz of tattered cloth...
beneath the silent sunless afternoon...
create diversions, and I'll make up excuses...
take this innocence hostage, the others can be muses...

But they won't dance...
they will not tolerate...
they carry the burden to their early grave decision...

(pic by *betenoir* )

Dirty, Filthy, Rough...

Asi nos vamos a poner mañana bailando, en el Tentaculo bar, con los sonidos sucios de 'Lazaro Casanova', 'Morgan Young', y los ya conocidos Wero & Monchis...Tony Tee presenta...!!! 3 Dlls antes de las 11:00 - 5 Dlls despues de las 11:00...