It was Cinco de Mayo
Pillow case on his head
No more breathing time
An ambulance sped
It sped round every corner
Calling out his name

Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched in the summer corn row
Ate icecream in a desert dream
Got love in father seeing you
Too hot inside to hot outside
Lazy days when you said just go for a ride
We'll sail on Spirit Lake,
Me, my pappy, and his lemonade

Tim and tina were my parents' names
They got engaged they were inflamed
Seduced by the lie of butterflies
How they shimmer, how they glimmer
Those butterflies

We seven kids, we almost died
Nearly put to death
But lightning strike
Instead there was hot pink
Flashes in the sky
We climb the rocks in snowing rain
In search of magic power

To heal our mother's pain

Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched in the summer corn row
Ate icecream in a desert dream
Got love in father seeing you
Too hot inside to hot outside
Lazy days when you said just go for a ride
We'll sail on Spirit Lake,
Me, my pappy, and his lemonade

- ¡Que tengas cuidado!

Un rasguño de su lengua podría dejarte acostado entre nubes y espejos, entre los más divinos gemidos y castigos del universo, dentro de un cráneo putrefacto con un aroma a flores mordidas.

Calma, podrás tener un lindo viaje entre sus sesos, sólo si guardas tus ojos entre suaves palpitaciones de hojas secas.

Titú

HODAAAAAAAAAA ABIGITA SORPRESA! No te gusta resto el barco?

inside

cacatua

Beauty Lies In The Eye

IN THE EYE....

You're dead

the night

between eyes.... we are stuck in certain time.

Supose

what anybody is pretending, but everyone's placed on it.

I'll like a strawberry mom.

I fight I FIGHT !

morphine

You're the night Lyla, a little girl lost in the woods. You're the bed time story...

333

No sé si le ha pasado a alguno, que han soñado con cosas que después se encuentran. Bien aquí les tengo el perfecto ejemplo, solo que en mi sueño tenía bonitos colores, y este gentil monstruo se movía suavemente mientras los personajes de abajo le ofrecían sacrificios.

Family

Crystal

Behave kid, crocodile tears.

B

Silence told me I was guilty.

A

Veo mi mano moverse, como si el lápiz la empujara contra el papel, se dobla y se incendia la mesa, mis ojos ni palpitan, solo pintan y pintan y pintan con las lágrimas de sol que el aire ha puesto en ellos.