Tripeando Part II

"...Un no sé qué que qué sé yo."

Even Deeper (NIN)
I woke up today
to find myself in the other place
with a trail of footprints
from where I ran away
It seems everything I've heard
just might be true...
and you know me
(...well, you think you do)

Sometimes, I have everything - yet I wish I felt something

Do you know how far this has gone?
Just how damaged have I become?
When I think I can overcome...
it runs even deeper

And in a dream I'm a different me
with a perfect you
We fit perfectly
and for once in my life I feel complete...
and I still want to ruin it,
afraid to look.
As clear as day,
this plan has long been underway

I hear them call
I cannot stay
the voice inviting me away

Do you know how far this has gone?
Just how damaged have I become?
When I think I can overcome,
it runs even deeper
Everything that matters is gone
all the hands of hope have withdrawn
Could you try to help me hang on?
It runs...

Uuuuuuuyy...Tengo insanas ganas de escribir :s.

...To me, mighty pen!!

UNA SEMANA!!!!! :D

...No, no hay.

"Give me my wings."

No hay nada como un día extremadamente frío, con nubes grisáceas encima, amenazando con ahogarte..

...para sentarse en la banqueta, subir el cierre de la chamarra hasta el cuello, y esperar a que llueva mientras escuchas '10,000 Days' en tus audífonos.

Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero...

"I have come home now!

Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.

It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!"

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
burden of proof tossed upon non-believers:
you were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

12 días.

Breath

This song's been stuck in my craw since day one.

Breath - Breaking Benjamin

I see nothing in your eyes
and the more I see the less I like
Is it over yet, in my head?

I know nothing of your kind
and I won’t reveal your evil mind
Is it over yet? I can’t win

So, sacrifice yourself
and let me have what’s left
I know that I can find
the fire in your eyes
I’m going all the way
Get away, please

You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you

This will be all over soon,
pour the salt into the open wound
Is it over yet? Let me in

So, sacrifice yourself
and let me have what’s left

I know that I can find
the fire in your eyes
I’m going all the way
Get away, please

You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you

Take. Take. Take.

I'm waiting
I'm praying
Realize
Start hiding

You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you

Eeeeewww..I think I'm starting to like Linkin Park, too :x.

Themes

For the weekend. And the month.

Friday
[where is everybody?]
what you thought would always last
has passed you by

is everything speeding up
or am I slowing down
just spinning around
and I don't know why
all the pieces don't fit
thought I really didn't give a shit
I never wanted to be like you
but for all I aspire
I am really a liar?
and I'm running out of things I can do

I'd like to stay
but every day
everything pushes me further away
if you could show
help me to know
how it's supposed to be
where did it go?

and god damn I am so tired of pretending
of wishing I was ending
when all I'm really doing is trying to hide
and keep it inside
and fill it with lies
open my eyes?
maybe I wish I could try

pleading and
needing and
bleeding and
breeding and
feeding exceeding
where is everybody?

trying and
lying
defying
denying
crying and
dying
where is everybody?

Saturday
[the pot]
who are you to wave your finger
you must have been out your head
eyehole deep in muddy waters
you practically raised the dead

rob the grave to snow the cradle
then burn the evidence down
soapbox house of cards and glass
so don't go tossing your stones around

you must have been high
you must have been high
you must have been

foot in mouth and head up asshole
whatcha' talkin' bout
difficult to dance round this one
till you pull it out boy

you must have been high, high
you must have been high, high

who are you to wave your finger
so full of it
eyeballs deep in muddy waters
fucking hypocrite


Sunday
[summer time]
summer time and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
all the people in the dance will agree that
we're well qualified to represent the LBC

evil
come to tell you that she's evil
most definitely evil
horny scandalous and evil
most definitely

[.d.l.a.s.]

gDamn

...redefine, redefine, redefine...

Jajajaja...Every time this song ('Rosetta Stoned') pops up on my iPod it scares the bejeezus out of me at the beginning, where you can't understand for *crap* what Maynard's singing. Then this part comes on, and it just...makes it so hard to breathe.

Overwhelmed as one would be,
placed in my position,
such a heavy burden now to be the one
born to bear and read to all
the details of our ending
to write it down for all the world to see...

And then, like a hilarious (and at the same time tragic) afterthought:

But i forgot my pen.




Don't take life too seriously, kids.

jajajaja. Love is funny.

Chapter X

["All endings are also beginnings.]

Hay canciones (pocas, pero las hay, lo admito) que te hacen recordar..te ahogan en mares de posibilidades, "hubieras", y melancolía...


Hay otras, más escasas, que van más allá. Mucho más allá.


Te hacen caer de rodillas.


Precious and fragile things
need special handling.
My God, what have we done to you?
We always tried to share
the tenderest of care.
Now look what we have put you through.

Things get damaged,
things get broken.
I thought we'd manage,
but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle..
there was so little left to give.

Angels with silver wings
shouldn't know suffering.
I wish I could take the pain for you.
If God has a masterplan
that only He understands,
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through.

Things get damaged,
things get broken.
I thought we'd manage,
but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle
...there was so little left to give.


I pray you learn to trust,
have faith in both of us.
And keep room in your hearts for two.

[...We just don't know it at the time."]

Things get damaged,
things get broken.
I thought we'd manage,
but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle..
there was too little left to give.

"El día que temes ha de llegar, y pasar. Vivías antes de su llegada; vivirás después de su partida."


Feliz cumpleaños.

Enjoy the Silence.

Vows are spoken to be broken.



“I believe, with great regret, that humans evolve at a faster rate than anything else in Creation. Every day they change, alter and adapt themselves--not to the world, but to their needs, in a spiraling, dizzying charge towards their own perdition.”


Oblivion never seemed more beautiful.

Peace never seemed so terrifying.

Never have my problems seemed so negligible and my life so worth preserving.

I confess this at the expense of you believing me, or taking me for a fool or a cynic.


“Each day you reach with more urgency and greed for more, and when you have it, still you crave and envy that which your brother has, and plot in your vilest mind to rise to the occasion and kill, with no hesitation at staining your hands in his warm blood.”


I crave his woman.

I crave his sword.

I crave his land. I crave his home.

I crave his blood. His warm, beautiful, kind, scarlet blood. Because in my veins I lack this lot.


“Your days are counted. Your future has already rotted and your past now begins to bloom. Redeem yourself in sacrifice, or condemn yourself in avarice. Choose.”

To thine own self be true. And so it must follow, as the night the day, thou
canst not then be false to any man.
- Hamlet

- -

Four out of five demons say that I am hazardous to your health.

Eight out of ten angels recommend avoiding me altogether.

With those figures, you think I’d be discouraged. But..I’m timeless, like a broken watch.

...Truth is, I’m like a bad habit, or a sliiightly illegal substance that you have come to believe and accept that it does heal you.

And you looove me.

I’m killing you, one way or another.

You can’t—won’t—drop me. But, as seen on TV and real life, as soon as someone legalizes me, that’ll be the end of the line, time to pick up and leave, go our separate ways, leave the money on the stand, and I’ll be all alone.


...Guess I better enjoy the bad press while it lasts.

Point in fact, I rather think I do have curative powers. What else would you call it, what happens every time I sit down and listen, limiting myself to breathing and nodding every so often I deem it necessary, and allow for you to take out all this foul world on me? I take away all that pain. I do it a little piece at a time, a memory and heartbreak at a time, so I don’t accidentally pull on your heart a little too hard, a little too fast, a little too eagerly

--which I am so tempted to do at times--

(the pretence is not what restricts me, it’s the circles inside—
the anatomy of kisses and a teacher who tries,
who knows how we’ll disappear.)

and end up with only your achingly beautiful soul spilt all over my hands.


Incredibly...I refrain.

- -

Do I enjoy watching you squirm? Am I a sadist, when your pain is all self-inflicted? Or am I really, in the end, so completely useless and unable to save you from your hopeless fascination with this hell? Am I really only a spectator? Have I forfeited the keys to your paradise? Did I lose so much without knowing what was happening?

All I ever wanted,
all I ever needed
was here, in my arms.

...Did I lose? ...How much did I lose? Only now do the true proportions of this cataclysm become clear to me.

White Goddess, Red Goddess,
Black temptress of the sea, you treat me right.
Black Goddess, Red Goddess,
White temptress of the sea, you treat me right.

- -

Few truly are those who speak volumes without uttering one word.



Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother, my sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me to take my place among them,
In the halls of Valhalla--

Where the brave can live forever.



Enjoy the silence.

It's Gonna Rain

It's gotta rain.

For all our sakes.


Ashidori mo karukushite chao chao
Torumono mo toriaezu chao chao
Raion ga unaru mitai no raimei ga
Taisan wo unagashite iru
Doo naru no?

Soo. . . moo sugu ame
Dai kirai ame nanka chao chao
Moo sukoshi itai noni chao chao
Kaikan ga kaisan ni kawaru shunkuan wo
Raion ga isogaseta no wa
Meihaku No! Meiwaku
IT'S GONNA RAIN!

Ame wa moo aribai wo kesu no?
Kare ga moo wasurete shimau no?
Futari wa moo korekiri ni naru no?
Subete wa ame no seitte koto ni shite okou

Kare kara no renraku wa NOTHING NOTHING
Ame ni yoru kyoukun mo NOTHING NOTHING
Kanjou mo irigisu no tenki mitai ni
Utsurigi dattara totemo
Raku nanoni. . . gyaku na no
IT'S GONNA RAIN!

Ame ga netsu wo yomigaeraseta
Kare mo futo watashi wo omoidashita
Futari wa ima koko ni michibikareta
Subete wa ame no sei, unn, okage na no

Ame wa hito wo yondari keshitari
Dare yori mo tegowai majishan ne
Futari wa itsumo damasarete bakari
Subete wa ame de hajimarun deshyoo

IT'S GONNA RAIN!

It's gonna rain..

It's gonna rain...



It's gonna rain. Sooner. Than later.

Moonlight Sonata.

(requiem)

Staring at the sea..
(‘...Will he come?’)

(In the blur of serenity,
where did everything get lost?
The flowers of naïveté
buried in a layer of frost.)












I bow down before the one I serve.

Thought she had it all before they called her bluff;
found out that her skin just wasn’t thick enough.
Wanted to go back to how it was before;
thought she lost everythingthen she lost a whole lot more.

Just a reflection,
just a glimpse;
just a little reminder
of all the “what about’s”
and all the “might have,
could have been’s.”

...There is no place I can go, there is no way I can hide..
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside.

A fool’s devotion - swallowed up in empty space.
The tears of regret - frozen to the side of her face.


Tried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches..
Tried to overcome the complications and the catches.
Nothing ever grows, and the sun doesn't shine all day;
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away.

(...The smell of sunshine...I remember sometimes.)

“Anything at any price;
all of this for you.
All the spoils of a wasted life;
all of this for you.

“Tried faith, all worn and thin..
for all we could have done...
and all that could have been.

“I’ve done all I can do, could I please come with you?”

There is a hate that burns within,
the most desperate place I have ever been.

(“Got to get back to the bottom”—the big come down;
isn't that what you wanted?
To find a place with the failed and forgotten;
isn't that really what you wanted now?)

There’s always a way to forget,
once you learn to find a way how..

'There is no place I can go—there is no place I can hide..
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside.
..The closer I get the worse it becomes,
the closer I get the worse it becomes.'

(she doesn’t see her beauty;
she tries to get away.
“sometimes...it’s just that nothing seems worth saving.

I’d rather die, than..”)

...I can’t watch her slip away.

‘I broke apart my insides, I’ve got no soul to sell..’

I won’t let you fall apart.


(she reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by,
hoping someone can see..

“..if I could fix myself I'd... - but it's too late for me.

I wont let you fall apart.” )

If you could show,
help me to know,
how it’s supposed to be ,
where did it go?

pleading
needing
bleeding
breathing
feeding
exceeding

...where is everybody?

trying and lying
defying denying
crying and dying:

where is everybody?


Is there hope for me,
after all is said and done?


Ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear:
The destiny I've chose
all becoming clear.
The currents have their say:
“The time is drawing near.”
Washes me away;
makes me disappear.


‘I descend from grace;
in arms of undertow
I will take my place,
in the great below.’


I can still feel you.


Trying to get back to where I’m from.






















Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be..
and I can see things I knew I really shouldn't see.


And now I know.


As black as the night can get...everything is safer now.

(paxe)

( )

A warning sign,

you came back to haunt me, and I realized...

Lay beside me, under wicked sky,

through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives.

"Lay beside me, tell me what they've done."

"...Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run."

The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true.

"Come make me pure,

bleed me a cure."

Truly thought I could heal you,

make it right for you, Sleeping Beauty.

Drunk on ego, truly thought I could make it right

if I kissed you one more time to help you face the nightmare.

"If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you."

Caught under the wheels that roll
I take the leech, I'm bleeding me
Can't stop to save my soul,
I take the leash that's leading me

I'm bleeding me I can't take it
Caught under the wheel's roll
The bleeding of me

"I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
...to know that you're mine

I would cry for you
I would cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
I'm drowning on fear

I will pray for you
I will pray for you,
I will sell my soul for something pure and true,
someone like you

See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talkin'
You will believe in me, and I will never be ignored

I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart,
and tear it apart

I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see...
you're just like me

Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me, and I can never be ignored

I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sink ships for you,
Take the cross for you
Make me a part of you
Because I believe in you..

...I believe in you..
..I would die for you."

"...The truth is...I miss you.

Yeah, the truth is...I miss you so...

And I’m tired..I should not have let you go."

The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through.

Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through.

"So I crawl back into your arms.

Yes, I crawl back into your arms,

and I crawl back into your arms.

Yes, I crawl back into your open arms."

...And it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel,

was just a freight train coming your way.

(On my death bed, I will pray

to the gods and the angels

like a pagan, to anyone who will take me to heaven.)

Delusional I believed I could cure it all for you, dear;

coax or trick or drive or drag the demons from you.

"The sky was bruised,

the world was black...

and there you led me on."

Caught under the wheels that roll
I take the leech, I'm bleeding me
Can't stop to save my soul...

I'm digging my way..

I'm digging my way to something..

I'm digging my way to somethin' better.

I'm bleeding me, I can't take it, the bleeding of me.

I'll save my soul.

I am the beast

that feeds the beast.

I am the blood, I am release.

Neofita.

"El cortejo de almas es algo más peligroso que bello."

"..O bello quizá porque es peligroso."

¿Hay alguien ahí?
¿Alguien me puede decir
si alguien me ha echado en falta en todo este tiempo?

Siento el calor de toda tu piel en mi cuerpo otra vez
Estrella fugaz que enciende mi sed misteriosa mujer
Por tu amor sensual cuánto me das?
Haz que mi sueño sea una verdad
Dame tu alma hoy, ese ritual
Llévame al mundo donde pueda soñar

Uh, debo saber si es verdad, en algún lado estás
Voy a buscar una señal, una canción
Uh, debo saber si es verdad, en algún lado estás
Solo el amor que tú me das me ayudará

Al amanecer tu imagen se va, misteriosa mujer
Dejaste en mi, lujuria total, hermosa, sensual
Corazón sin Dios dame un lugar
En ese mundo tibio casi real
Deberé buscar una señal
En aquel camino por el que vas

Uh, debo saber si es verdad, en algún lado estás
Voy a buscar una señal, una canción
Uh, debo saber si es verdad, en algún lado estás
Solo el amor que tú me das me ayudará

Tu presencia marco en mi vida el amor, lo sé
Es difícil pensar, el vivir ya sin vos
Corazón sin Dios dame un lugar
En ese mundo tibio casi real

Uh, debo saber si es verdad, en algún lado estás
Voy a buscar una señal, una canción
Uh, debo saber si es verdad, en algún lado estás
Solo el amor que tú me das me ayudará

Un hombre en el espacio
pone su nombre a galaxias...
con ellas habla.

"Prefiero, por mucho, ser el idiota entre sabios...."


¿...Hay alguien ahí...Alguien me puede decir....?


Viejos trucos..


...In a new light.

Three-Fourths

How can it mean anything to me....?



Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be.




Then as it was, then again it will be
An’ though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn’t have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it’s got so far to go

Changes fill my time, baby, that’s alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be

Did you ever really need somebody, and really need ’em bad?

Did you ever really want somebody, the best love you ever had?

Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good,

’Cause it was just the first time, and you knew you would?

Through the eyes an’ I sparkle, senses growing keen
Taste your love along the way, see your feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, didn’t have to grow
We are eagles of one nest, the nest is in our soul







"You truly are...immortal."










"How can it mean anything to me....?"

elbow deep inside the borderline.

show me that you love me and that we belong together.

shoulder deep within the borderline.


again. and again. and again and again and again.


....Relax.



Turn around.



And take my hand.

"It's illogical."

It’s rough...It’s rough.

"To fall in love is quick...

But to forget a love requires what seems like a lifetime.

It’s illogical."

Time out of place, out of time. El día que finalmente mi alma decidió colapsar nada lo pudo detener. Entre más peleaba, más difícil y fútil se convertía el intento y todo el esfuerzo de conservar algo en pie.

Hoy...

Creo que ayer, por primera vez en mucho tiempo, sentí una ligereza en el pecho que me era ajena desde aquél día. Era raro.

Es, comprendí, algo que no me interesa volver a tener nunca en mi vida.


Un momento—de segundos de duración, a veces—define una vida; una existencia. Un gesto, uno sólo, es bastante para traer abajo un universo entero. Triste pérdida, gran pérdida, porque toma una vida, un mundo de recuerdos para construirlo, en primera.


La intuición natural del ser humano es un arma prodigiosa. En algunas ocasiones, lamentablemente, suele adelantarse a su dueño y una ominosa verdad cae igual de confortante y delicadamente sobre nosotros como una hermosa lluvia de navajas. Todo siempre desde arriba, nuestro punto ciego.


Un abrazo...


Un abrazo fue la señal. Fue el primero de los sellos, el primer suspiro, murmuro de un instrumento de viento, que declaró que el fin estaba aquí. Bastó. Y creo que a nadie le gusta enterarse de que es el principio del fin.

~

Me enseñó a no tenerle miedo a nada. A respetar—más no dejarme manipular ni intimidar por—la muerte.

A mortal god haunts my dreams.

...El horrible final viene para todos. El de aquellos, los mejores entre nosotros, viene mucho antes de tiempo.


El suyo no fue la excepción.


El día de su funeral recordé todas sus....

..las lecciones palabra a palabra, y creo que me esmeré con (quizá inhumano) natural desapego para seguirlas al pie de la letra. Admirados, muchos, quizá todos ellos. Les veía y escuchaba como detrás de un aparador de cristal que distorsiona y separa dioses de mortales, realidades de fantasías. Al acercarse para darme esas extrañas palmaditas (..a alguien le sirven, alguna vez?) en el hombro, enmudecidas, creo que los asusté exitosamente a todos. Alguien, tiempo después, tímidamente reconoció que esa mañana de mayo había parecido una auténtica...estatua frente al sepulcro. Que de saber el extento de lo que yo había sentido por él, esperaban el llanto callado, quizá hasta una (inconcebible a sus mentes) exhibición de desenfreno al expresar mi lamento. Lo hubieran permitido. Les pareció insólito que nada de lo anterior sucediera. Lo hubieran aceptado de mí, entendido, entonces. No lo hice. Me preguntó por qué. Porque no me dolió, contesté, y hoy lo reconozco.


Creo que en ese momento le pareció que conversaba con un demonio. Con un monstruo, cuando menos.

Me vio por lo que soy. Y yo no le volví a ver.

Bok, bok.

Ochenta y un días después, escasos minutos después de las tres de la mañana, mientras leía en la sala, se escuchó en toda la casa un aullido que dudo hubiera sonado—ni remotamente—humano. Provenía de mí, es todo lo que sé, y acabó casi destrozándome la garganta.

No sé qué estaba leyendo. Sólo recuerdo que minutos antes del incidente los renglones se nublaban, se perdían; momentos antes de ese grito el aire no ajustaba, y los bordes de los ojos me ardían.

Y, entonces, lloré. Lloré lo que llora una criatura al perder un hermano; lloré lo que llora una niña al perder un amigo; lloré lo que llora una mujer al perder un amor.


Creo que es lo más cercano que alguien puede llegar al borde de la cordura sin caer en el abismo. Es apenas rozar con las yemas de los dedos y no ser permitido tomar la mano de la locura, por más fuerte que haya sido el impulso y desinterés con el que se arroja alguien. Es ser privado una última vez del vuelo, en el momento en que estás más convencido, como nunca antes, de que las alas están ahí.

Quieres salvar el alma y perder la razón, porque es la única manera en que el corazón concibe que se puede tomar el siguiente trago de aire para seguir llorando, doliendo, gritando, viviendo, dándole voz y ser a ese dolor incomprensible que pasa al foro a aseverar su existencia.


Algo se rompió dentro de mí esa noche. No sabía qué; no tenía nombre.

Hoy, no vale la pena tratar de dárselo.

...Hoy sólo creo que, igual, se le debe su merecido respeto a los difuntos.


~

Creo que ese día le perdí el miedo por completo a la muerte.



Sé que ese día aprendí considerablemente sobre el dolor.


- -



...Hoy recordé todo esto cuando Chris Cornell solidificó el concepto con una vieja canción.


I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said, “Seize the day, pull the trigger
Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads”

The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar’s change
And gave it to the rich

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing:

“One more time around might do it,
One more time around might make it,
One more time around might do it,
One more time around...”
The day I tried to live.

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make never seem
To ever get us anywhere but dead

The day I tried to live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed

The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

And I learned that I was a liar.
Just like you.


- -

Subí el volumen hasta el límite, para ver si bastaba con quedar sorda para grabar con nueva y cruel permanencia y claridad ese momento en mi mente.

This is it. My pseudominded change. On the day I tried to live.

Mad Season ( II )

"APC es a Maynard lo que Mad Season es a...."

My pain is self-chosen
At least, so The Prophet says
I could either burn
Or cut off my pride and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist
The River of Deceit pulls down, oh oh
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
My pain is self-chosen
At least I believe it to be
I could either drown
Or pull off my skin and swim to shore
Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see
The River of Deceit pulls down, yeah
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
Down, oh down
The pain is self-chosen, yeah
My pain is self-chosen

- River of Deceit, Mad Season


...No hay nada mejor que una noche entera de sueño tranquilo, ininterrumpido.


Woop woop.