Dear Mozart:

I can't hear your soft shit over the sound
of my 9th symphony.

Sincerly,
Ludwig van Beethoven

B

Tengo un poco dañada las cuerdas vocales me dijo el medico, no podre cantar por un tiempo, ya me las llore todas, tendré paciencia y me cuidaré:

A) Puucha, animo, ya estarás mejor, no te vas a dar ni cuenta y estarás cantando denuevo.

B) No vas a poder gritar cuando follemos.

>7 hour drive
>chugging energy drinks like a boss
>6 hours in - have to piss like a fucking elephant
>pee in empty monster can
>can't feel/hear how fast it's filling up
>overflows on my jeans
>jump in my seat, sending piss flying all over the dashboard
>throw can out window like it's on fire
>mfw my cat is on the passenger seat, covered in my pee

Open Car

Nothing like this Felt in her kiss
Cannot resist her Fell for her charm
Lost in her arms I keep a photograph
Give me a glimpse Let me come in
Be there inside her Here it begins
Here is the sin Something to lie about

You think you're smart I think you're art
We agree on this It doesn't work
Feeling like dirt Feeling like you don't care
We get a room And in the gloom
She lights a cigarette Clothes on the bed
Love me she said I lose myself to her

I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(Bury the horse shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
(Being with you is hell)

Hair blow in an open car
Summer dress slips down her arm
Hair blown in an open car

OK what's next? After the sex
What do we now? Finding the time
Drawing the line And never crossing it
Gave her the hours Gave her the power
Cannot erase her Gave her the truth
Gave her the proof I gave her everything

I'm getting feelings I'm hiding to well
(Bury the horse shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
(Being with you is hell)

Hair blow in an open car
Summer dress slips down her arm
Hair blown in an open car
On a drive out to the farm
Hair blown in an open car

Hair blown in an open car
Summer dress slips down your arm
Hair blown in an open car..

Shallow

Dear Mellotron,

I have been doing good, like the last time we met. I have been doing all what you said to me. Well, I have been really into it but always seems to appear some problems, Im starting to think that its worthless. I will tell you about my rolling concerning you know life, love, dogs, drugs, music and all that crap for the last time, last letter i think.

University is doing good you know, proffesors are really pro and I love GIS, a very interesting subject and definetly my favorite one. I was thinking of what you said to me about move my ass into another country when university ends, it will took like 3 years or so, I really want to do it but for now I will put my atention to something more close, end the degree.
Concerning the music, well now I dont give a shit for that thing anymore, even when all the fuckers said to me: "You are just ruining your destiny, soon or later you will open your eyes", I say to them: "If drumming doesn't pay my rent, you will do it?" end of conversation.
Girls, nice one. Well, Im pretty much lazy with it, or maybe Im ugly as hell, second one I think. Anyways, I have really hot classmates and I think I like one, but as you expect she is already with a dude. My bad, a hot dude indeed -joke- so nothing to do. In my past I let the pieces lie just where they fell, and maybe that was my biggest mistake. I think love is something we must learn you know, Its not that easy as I thought. I must confess a good one, Im still virgin. Yes, as you read it and you can conclude it by looking the related pic. A nice birthday right? haha It's so funny, and so terrible at the same time. In the nights I always remember her, every night, it's like a curse I deserve for treating her so bad. I am disappointed of love. I think all this crap is because I thought chicks were easy to get, and they are, but I think she wasn't a common chick, she was more than that. So that is, Im stand still. But later on I realize that I was the only one interested in the relationship, always looking for her, always keep an eye on her like an ugly stalker without recieve anything exchange. I remember when I was waiting her on that horrible moment talking to his friends waiting for her, she was up there kissing that dude and I don't even realize it, and when I was missing her so much she was riding that motherfucker. I love her so much, I didn't deserve only a kiss and one month of promises. Now she is far in the south of the country. But that is love, and love hurts and sucks. Wortheless.

Im starting to make some gym. I'm not airy to be honest, neither a faggot lazy. I gained a lot of muscles and my loved byke keep me in shape.
There is one thing I'm missing, my car. In this city cars are not welcome. There is tons of them and there is no more space to park, even drive them. I love cars. But you know, not the mechanic stuff, but all you can do with your car. All the self-reliance, able to know a lot of places on your own and the wind, yes that amazing wind when you are on the road with some friends. Something I need to buy right now is a brand-new car. Dad already have one, Mitsubishi Lancer glxi 2010, not the R model (too expensive), but still an incredibly car. But it's not the same, it's the family car so you must be really careful of what you do and where you go, with who, blah!
Finally I live in a city where I have some family. Here I have cousins and I love them. Nathalie and Juan Carlos, they are really beautiful persons and we have a lot of things in common so always when I see them, we have very good moments. They are 20 and 19.
My brother change his career, he move from Engineering in Universidad de Chile to Odontology in Universidad Catolica de Chile. The second one is way more expensive but I think is better than the other one, less crowded I think, more possibilities of getting a good job and earn more money. Yes, money you can't deny it. That is the way of roll of this society, really sick, but the education system completly sucks so you don't have more options. To be honest, I really don't care the money, I was planing to study music you know, I wouldn't be rich for sure.
Write, long ago without write. Recently I return to this moves, and I have started to write some things, not really interesting ones, just to keep in shape my hand.
The scratching of a Mellotron it always seems to make her cry, well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky. I have been listening to an amazing band called "Porcupine tree". They really blow my mind. Absolutly stunning, their lyrics are brilliant. The "Deadwing" album is just a masterpiece as well "Fear of a blank planet". They talk a lot about undreground and shy boys, called nerds by some dumbfucks, I really feel touched deep inside with Steven Wilson -I'm not fucking gay, he is just my hero-.

Well Mellotron, I'm not sure If I should keep writing you, I'm sure you are fine so next time I think is better to see you in person, talk is the better thing a man could do. I don't use facebook anymore and I lost my phone while riding the bike, so I think better email me. I will post this paper on my blog, so It won't get lost someday for X reason.

Hope you can read it, my dear friend and remember: "Never stop the car on a drive in the dark"
Cheers!
Slenderman.

You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

Dear slender man,

You gigantic faggot. You're just me with a suit and no scythe. "Keeping up with the times?" I've been doing this shit for centuries motherfucker, everyone knows me. All you haunt is cocksucking Youtube.

Sincerely,
Grim

P.S. Get a weapon queerbait

"Way out of here" by Porcupine Tree

Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late

And I can't take the staring
And the sympathy
And I don't like the questions "How do you feel?"
"How's it going in school?"
and "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish

And I'm trying to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years, or maybe a week
Burn all your pictures, and cut out your face

The shutters are down and the curtains are closed
And I've covered my tracks
Disposed of the car
Trying to forget even your name and the way that you look
When you're sleeping
Dreaming of this

Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish now!

B.- No logro comprenderte. ¿Estás buscando algo? ¿En que lugar de este mundo que ahora se considera real, estará tu rincón, dónde estará tu estrella? ¿Dónde podrás ponerte al sol para disfrutar, tú también, de un bienestar superabundante, y que se justifique tu existencia? !Que cada uno se preocupe de sí mismo, parece que quieres decirme, y deje de una vez por todas pensar en el interés general, de preocuparse por la gente del prójimo y de la sociedad!

A.- Ambiciono mucho más; no soy de los que buscan. Lo que quiero es crearme un sol para mí.

"No busques el futuro en las estrellas, científicamente ellas solo representan el pasado"

"If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling you how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT." -

Frank Zappa.





ROCK AND ROLL IS FOR LIFE! =)

"...te asombra el oír esta palabra. Pero, ¿cuántas veces nos desconcertamos ante una experien­cia extraña que rechazamos como imposible, aunque su reali­dad no puede borrarse de nuestra mente por mucho que lo intentemos?"

KHALIL GIBRÁN
LA VOZ DEL MAESTRO(1959), CAPÍTULO I "EL MAESTRO Y EL DISCÍPULO"

"Así como se está dispuesto a conocer a la música, explorarla, aceptarla, disfrutarla, no poder vivir sin ella,se debe hacer cosa similar con el amor, ¡Por que hijo mío, así como aprendes a escuchar, debes también aprender a amar, el amor debe también aprenderse!"

por que cresta cache esta frase ahora y no hace algunos meses atrás...

"If you try all of the modern cymbals they sound more or less the same, they are all beautiful. Unique for me is better than beautiful, and unique can be horrible, but still unique".

Roberto Spizzichino.

"You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however your feelings have changed, I'd have to tell you... You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love... I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on...I never wish anything about you till' the day I saw you, in the class..."

¿Te asustaré por hablarte y te perderé? Pero si no te hablara me perdería y al perderme te perdería...

.

"Olvidado, perdido y aún así inmutable era el faro del fin del mundo, y en él vivía ese viejo solo, roñoso, silencioso y con un pie fusionado a un palo.

Diariamente y con dificultad bajaba de su torre al pequeño bosque de la isla a cortar alguna rama caída, para construir con esmero otro de los innumerables botes que acostumbraba construir. Amarraba una cuerda a ellos y los encumbraba al viento, y sobre sus hombros colgaba la soga atada a la proa, que inevitablemente dañaba sus hombros caídos, hombros de ese viejo ancla, pero así y todo caminaba alrededor de la isla con el bote a sus espaldas, quien sabe lo que pensaba esas tardes.

Inevitablemente después, todos los bellos botes compartían el destino, ser criaderos de ratas y cangrejos en la costa trasera de la isla abandonada.

Lágrimas caían de las perlas de ese viejo lobo cuando se sentaba en la frágil roñosa silla, junto a la tenue luz guía. Mostraba un rostro abatido por las ráfagas de viento en las duras e interminables noches invernales, una piel agrietada por la falta de agua, un rostro pusilánime por la falta de vida, unas manos blancas congeladas por la nieve.

Caían desde lo más alto de la torre las nocturnas lágrimas que el viejo derramaba, al llegar abajo éstas caminaban sigilosa y raudamente hacia el costado de la isla, nunca visitado por el viejo, donde un día vio alzar el vuelo y desaparecer a su antes inseparable compañera, esa fiel gaviota. Allí las lágrimas se reunían con las demás y agrandaban su hasta entonces pequeño charco, camufladas todas detrás de la amable ignorancia del viejo sobre ese particular suceso. El viejo continuaba llorando y las lágrimas continuaban su camino. El viejo día tras noche miraba hacia el horizonte lleno de rocas, esperando algún día ver el para siempre ausente mar, ojalá verlo antes que la muerte apagara la luz que custodiaba.

Un día las lágrimas formaron un mar, y rodearon la isla.

Esa mañana el viejo abrió esas perlas, y apagó la luz a su costado, se puso de pie y observó ante el un inmenso, azulado y majestuoso mar. Anonadado estuvo allí sin poder reaccionar por un instante.

Bajó la espiralada escalera del pequeño faro, aún sin entender, y se dirigió al bosque. Cortó unas ramas y comenzó nuevamente con esmero a fabricar otro bote, pero ésta vez construyó un ancla, el ya no quería serlo nunca más. Cerró la puerta de su torre pues ya no necesitaría refugiarse en ella y luego se dirigió a la orilla con su pequeño navío.

Allí lo posó en los suaves brazos de su propio mar, subió en él e izó las velas una vez más, como lo hizo hace largos y perdidos tiempos atrás. Se dispuso a elevar el ancla y divisó una gaviota, y por mandato del corazón, guió las velas en aquella dirección..."

"Sin música la vida sería un error."

Nietzche

Nací lejos en la costa, acostumbrado a ver el pueblo desde la altura de mi hogar, algunos cientos de escalones hacia arriba en espiral. Una noche melódica y brillante llevó mi vida hacia la eternidad. Por primera vez observé sus ojos entre la multitud, la hermosa rosa bella y única rodeada de espinas, feroces, en una recóndita colina nevada. Todos los días bajaba al pueblo y acostumbraba verla desde la distancia siempre con la certeza de que jamás pudiera verme, rezando por que me vea. Cegados días y alumbradas noches mi faro jamás parpadeaba y el pequeño muelle con gratitud mi labor destacaba, sus hijos cada noche volvían de entre la oscuridad a desembarcar el tesoro del mar otorgado, llegaban a la seguridad del muelle que gracias a mi luz finalmente vislumbraban.Noche tras noche cuidando la señal, mis ojos derramaban lágrimas por saber la desgraciada suerte que corría, nunca tuve la oportunidad de vencer el pánico que diariamente me atacaba, el hecho de jamás haber tenido la milagrosa ocasión de que se enterara que esta alma existe gracias a ella, me torturaba, agitaba mis hasta entonces tranquilos mares, mi embarcación se inundaba. Aquella noche ignorando el temor surgió aquel valor que jamás estuvo presente en toda mi vida, y a merced del destino nuestras vistas se cruzaron. Atrapados por la magia durante la noche, ese momento no se desvaneció. Ella prometió ser mía por esa eterno instante.Atravezando el invernal camino la luna esa noche no se mostró, y con el eterno recuerdo de aquella noche que aun no termina hacia mi hogar lleno de ilusiones me encaminé. Nunca tuve la oportunidad de observar que me golpeó, la maldad en vida me ahorcó y caí al suelo desvanecido sin energía, tendido sobre el campo medio nevado las horas pasaron y el otro día rápidamente se esfumó.Con el vivo recuerdo de aquella mujer, mi dulce eterno amor, todo me parece ahora demasiado oscuro, una mirada inconsciente e instantánea en dirección a mi hogar, tomo consciencia, mi faro iluminado no está. No hay guía, no hay luz, el sendero oscuro, mis barcos están a la deriva cegados en la fatídica noche invernal. Nadie que alimente la luz, por favor luna llena si has iluminado la noche por mí, ¡Dame una señal!, ¡Marineros todo se encuentra normal!.Mi presencia es aborrecida, ¿Como puede un alma inoscente cargar con tanta culpa y maldad?. Lo que jamás quize oir ahora por todo el pueblo circula, sus miradas me quitan vida lentamente. Todos a bordo del Perla han muerto, el arrecife los atrajo silenciosamente a su fatal destino mientras mi faro debía ser la luz de la noche. Sin pensar corro a mi torre, y observo el océano con aquellos ojos que jamás imaginé, devuélvelos.El martillo truena contra la madera, declarada mi inocencia ésta es una muerte en vida, mis días han llegado y sigo aquí con vida. ¿Cómo podre seguir viviendo con tal suceso a mis hombros?, nadie puede amar a aquel que cuidaba la luz y la abandonó por una egoísta noche de amor. A veces Dios juega con nosotros, cuanta desgracia se puede tolerar, fútiles vidas y destinos perdidos, los dibuja a todos menos el mío, estoy sangrando pero ya sin corazón.Escalones pasan y pasan, océanos negros, ¡tráguenme!, mi pequeña torre, selló mi eterna noche. Una sola dirección, hacia abajo, más rápido. El padre del hijo sin nacer espanta mis últimas gotas de esperanza, todos en el Perla han muerto, ayúdame a terminar su odio, arriba mi luz desaparece en el cielo, océanos negros me entrego traigan paz a mi pueblo, confío en la luna iluminará las noches invernales. Océanos negros, clamen y exijan por mi vida, abajo ellos por fin me perdonarán.