Nada defende o ser humano dos maus odores tão bem como a Internet. Por isso aqui guardo sapatos. Ou então não. Mas se disser que são sapatos, ninguém virá seguramente aqui meter o nariz.
Sempre quis colocar esta música aqui. Quando encontrei esta imagem vi nela a desculpa perfeita.
Música: Slayer - Disciple
Drones since the dawn of time Compelled to live your sheltered lives Not once has anyone ever seen Such a rise of pure hypocracy I'll instigate I'll free your mind I'll show you what I've known all this time
God Hates Us All, God Hates Us All You know it's true God hates this place You know it's true he hates this race
Homicide-Suicide Hate heals, you should try it sometime Strive for Peace with acts of war The beauty of death we all adore I have no faith distracting me I know why your prayers will never be answered
God Hates Us All; God Hates Us All He Fuckin' hates me
Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark Global chaos feeding on hysteria Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high Sounds a lot like hell is spreading all the time I'm waiting for the day the whole world fucking dies
I never said I wanted to be God's disciple I'll never be the one to blindly follow
Man made virus infecting the world Self-destruct human time bomb What if there is no God would you think the fuckin' same Wasting your life in a leap of blind faith Wake the fuck up can't ignore what I say I got my own philosophy
I hate everyone equally You can't tear that out of me No segregation -separation Just me in my world of enemies
I never said I wanted to be God's disciple I'll never be the one to blindly follow I'll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple
I reject this fuckin' race I despise this fuckin' place
Escavou durante anos e anos um túnel que se queria a direito. Cada pancada com a pá na terra fazia com que esta assumisse uma expressão diferente (porque a terra debaixo da terra tem cara). Um dia (porque não uma hora, um minuto, um segundo? porquê sempre, "um dia"?), deu por ele a subir, a escavar uma rampa que ascendia. Foi assim que descobriu a luz do dia, uma luz enorme, de um azul infinito. Ascenderam, primeiro a ponta retorcida da pá, depois ele. Viu o caminho de alcatrão sob o qual tinha feito escondido todo o seu percurso. Olhou para o lado e apercebeu-se de um enorme prado de relógios, a perder de vista. Aproximou-se e colheu o primeiro, depois o segundo, o terceiro... Sorriu. Tinha muito tempo.
Música: Hot Chip - The Warning
Excuse me sir I'm lost I'm looking for a place where I can get lost I'm looking for a home For my malfunctioning being I'm looking for the mechanical music museum
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you For you This is a warning I'll spell it out for you
Excuse me miss I'm a dog on heat I'm a complicated being With love songs to eat I'm a poor, starving baby who can march all night I'm a mechanical music man And I'm Starting a fire
Hot Chip will break your legs Snap off your head Hot Chip will put you down Under the ground
Excuse me child I am trying to see all the colours of wonder your brightness can be return to nothingness enjoy just might be right but prepare yourself for a mechanical fright
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you For you This is a warning I'll spell it out for you For you
Hot Chip will break your legs Snap off your head Hot Chip will put you down Under the ground Hot Chip will break your legs Snap off your head Hot Chip will put you down Under the ground
Excuse me son I'm found I'm looking for a place where I was once found There's nothing in a world where the melody is broken There's always some way to make a silence be spoken
Hot Chip will break your legs Snap off your head Hot Chip will put you down Under the ground Hot Chip will break your legs Snap off your head Hot Chip will put you down Under the ground
