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Thursday, April 05, 2007

LA BANDA PSYCHO: La eterna pesadilla del pragmatismo.

Just when you think you got rid of that phsyco dude, SURPRISE.

He scares easily. It makes him so angry at me... And his head it spins around just like the fuckin exorcist (jajajajaja la raza se histeriza) and i find it ever so hard to resist his cries, but there's nothing more sadistic than an infant waving his pistol in my face. He wants me right down on my knees crumbling in disgrace. But he underestimates my mind, I know hes messing with my head... my only weakness is I can't believe the guy could be entirely dead.


Cant talk to a psycho like a normal human being.


And after a while he calms down, and he talks to me like a prince, but I know I better bite the bullet cause its just another one of his "Jedi mind tricks", but this aint no headtrip honey: This is a collision on the road. And youve got me feeling just like a roadkill, and you know deep down I know.

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