the variable
when I was little, my father was famous
he was the greatest samurai in the empire
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Sorpresa
Muerto se quedó en la calle
con un puñal en el pecho.
No lo conocía nadie.
¡Cómo temblaba el farol!
Madre.
¡Cómo temblaba el farolito
de la calle!
Era madrugada. Nadie
pudo asomarse a sus ojos
abierto al duro aire.
Que muerto se quedó en la calle
que con un puñal en el pecho
y que no lo conocía nadie.
Surprise
They left him dead in the street
with a dagger in his chest.
Nobody knew who he was.
How the street-lamp was shaking!
Mother.
How that little lamppost was shaking
in the street!
The crack of dawn. No-one
could look into his eyes
open to the hard night air.
And they left him dead in the street
with a dagger in his chest
and nobody knew who he was. -
Unfortunately, I must admit that once in this love of welcomed variables, this one in particular is not. My heart is in autonomy due to this economy…brought on by…myself. Balls.
Cheers to a great new year. I just have to tell you that I love you so much these days, it’s true.
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In my time of need, when I feel most weak
Rock un rolls me so I’m not as uptight
Helps me breath when my chest clenches up
Rocks my soul and gets my head right.Sometimes you just need to let loose, and let your music take you away.
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No filter for ‘Anon’ who keeps sending me stupid Q’s from the same IP, I’m not stupid ass face!
Yerp, that is in fact, a face like murder.
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Photo reblogged from WHISKYHIGHS.
“Dead bodies in the water and on the shore, gunfire at the ridge of the cliffs, explosions on the beach, smoke creeping along the coast like a deadly fog…how did I get here…I don’t want to die here…”
(Source: whiskyhighs)
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Photo reblogged from WHISKYHIGHS.
You have to travel through the cloud of the unknown to get to your dream on the other side. Take a deep breath, don’t stop moving forward, don’t look back or you’ll never make it out.
(Source: whiskyhighs)
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Photo reblogged from WHISKYHIGHS.
If you ever feel lost or confused where you are, check the map.
(Source: whiskyhighs)
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Photo reblogged from WHISKYHIGHS.
Somewhere there’s a grandson out there that thinks his grandma is facking metal
(Source: whiskyhighs)
