.yeah, that's me, in our planet.

last night i started to write a song;

collide

still believing in those certain roads,
the love is not a game for you to play.
a rainy day makes you feel at home,
but to learn to fly you should collide the cage.

i repeat your words just to hear your words,
i pull the trigger trying to forget
the time to gaze your eyes it’s done.
the bullets in my mouth start to bet.

2nite i can't finalize... sux

*johnnie... says:* ...what can i say?
*melody... says:* try to close your eyes.
*johnnie... says:* but, i can't!
*melody... says:* shh... just try to close your eyes.

xX today's guy Xx ....................rare.
i'm with idiot --------> (idiot)

jumping on the axes of the ecuador (0º) - that´s me

"0º"

me gusta toda la música. TODA!!! si suenan los tambores de la rebelión no estará de más el aguardiente para sobrellevar la posterior batalla. si nos dedicáramos a contar las cosas que no vemos durante el día moriríamos enseguida, somos incapaces de apreciar los colores de cada blanco y negro amanecer, es estúpido el nivel de vulnerabilidad mental al que hemos estado sometidos. somos hermanos de la mierda que maldecimos cada maldito día y frente a tus narices los niños del barrio jalan el fuckin’ gatillo buscando respeto. vaya manera de evolucionar de inversa. te pierdes de lo magnifico de escribir un tema empezando por la última maldita melodía. en días como estos el odio que no existe empieza a existir y me doy cuenta de lo vulnerable que somos y siempre seremos al aerosol de sistema de vida que adoptamos por no querer pensar de vuelta las cosas, good bye, es muy tarde.

piensa que eres una bombra nuclear, es estúpido! --- por qué matarte, lo vales?

oh no!--- fuck... is here again the nausea stuff... damn!

sincerely, smile davids

i really feel in meds mummmmmmmmmmmmmmy... boo!

it´s fantastic, when you can say: it's me!!! / you can say: isn't me!!! ...at the same time... trip-yourself friend, i bet you won't come back... try to know you, it´s perfectly beautiful.

reach out and touch faith, your tongue could be usefull. despite the acid taste of the acid water i could tell you: reach out and touch faith. just listen to me. for a little second of your ignored and magnifiscent existence, baby!. just like a miracle...

simple: i hate sundays, but must of all at sicks p.m.

once upon a time, on a sunny day...

"Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn."

so, i asked myself: should i shave my veins or not?

the jack in me.

bang...

I'm a little bit tired today, of hitting the keys. my eyes, too red, r closing step by step, but i'm still here. good bye, you'll know soon 'bout me. re*evolution bro...

ps: ride ur byke dude...