"Limb by limb and tooth by tooth Tearing up inside of me. Everyday, everyhour, wish that I was.. Was bullet proof
Wax me, mould me Heat the pins and stab them in. You have turned me into this, just wish that it.. Was bullet proof
So pay me money, and take a shot Lead fill the hole in me. I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate.. & bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown) Bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown)"
(Radiohead)
Every once in a while I get this exact funny feeling. Before wishing that, something runs deep, beneath the skin, and it hurts. Badly.
"Hubo un tiempo en que yo pensaba mucho en los axolotl. Iba a verlos al acuario del Jardín des Plantes y me quedaba horas mirándolos, observando su inmovilidad, sus oscuros movimientos. Ahora soy un axolotl." Julio Cortázar.
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That's how you feel when you drink wine by yourself. Now, read wine in good company... I guess it takes you at least to Supertramp :-)
Cheers!
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