martes, 31 de marzo de 2009

billie jean is not my lover.




NO SE.

save it for her.

Hey Monday - How You Love Me Now

ay pero por favor qe lindos qe son mis bebés.
(en especial mi mocosa ♥.)

lunes, 30 de marzo de 2009

baby you're my disease.




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1940.

I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge as made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite! Hannah, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up Hannah! The clouds are lifting! The sun is breaking through! We are coming out of the darkness into the light! We are coming into a new world; a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed, and brutality. Look up, Hannah! The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow! Into the light of hope, into the future! The glorious future, that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up, Hannah. Look up!


domingo, 29 de marzo de 2009

martes, 24 de marzo de 2009

it all started with a big bang.



feliz cumple Jim! *le explota el cerebro* aprovecho para decir qe amo a estos nerds de m*erda y a uno en especial (qe no voy a especificar cual es porqe tengo una reputacion qe mantener) (?) y nadaaaaaaa, quiero amigos qe quoteen cosas nerds todo el tiempo. fin (?)

sábado, 21 de marzo de 2009

I wanna wrap you around the world.







malditos Cruise. Katie no te banco pero gracias por engendrar a Suri. por favor ♥.

miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2009

martes, 17 de marzo de 2009

I do the smoke detector.





no habia necesidad de hacerme esto, maldito Eckhart.

viernes, 13 de marzo de 2009

the sweetest sounds.



te veo en dos dias ♥. te amo.

martes, 10 de marzo de 2009

silver lining.

si es verdad eso qe dicen del karma, eso de qe los mocos de tus antepasados los pagás vos porqe tardan en volver, ME RE C*GO EN EL MALDITO F*RRO HIJO DE RE MIL P*TA QE ME C*GÓ LA VIDA CON SU KARMA DE M*ERDA.

lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009

breaking up.

I wanna see what your insides look like.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Y YO COMO UNA TREMENDA B*LUDA SINTIENDOME MAL.
después era yo la qe se c*gaba en todo.

por favor, qe hipócrita.

sábado, 7 de marzo de 2009

jueves, 5 de marzo de 2009

once again, Harry...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ugf5Z6iz9A

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
listo, chau, me explotó el cerebro.

miércoles, 4 de marzo de 2009

I'm going like Elsie.



she was the happiest corpse, I'd ever seen.

lunes, 2 de marzo de 2009

you're gonna fall behind me.



for everyone who talks shit on pete. fuck you. i rarely cuss onstage or in my blogs, but if you’re wasting your time putting him down or talking down on him, you can kiss my ass. this dude has more creativity and sincereness in his greasy black hair than you’ll ever dream of having. i know who you are. you get on message boards, talk shit, and then go hop in your ‘92 toyota camry’s and blast fall out boy’s songs while singing them at the top of your lungs on your way to your 9 to 5 job in the back corner of a rented out office building. you deserve all seven of the letters in the phrase “fuck you.” am i ticked off? ya… maybe a little bit. but i have a reason to be. i back people i believe in. always will.

stop burning bridges. drive off of them.

whether i’m one of many or not, i look up to pete, and i think everyone could learn a little something about the game of life and the way it should be played from him.



LA RE C*NCHA DE TU HERMANA, ALEX DELEON. DEJA DE INTENTAR CAERME BIEN, TERMINALA. TE ODIO.