January 2010
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naked lunch.
So we pour it in a Penrod bottle and start for New Orleans past iridescent lakes and orange gas flares and swamps and garbage heaps, alligators crawling around in broken bottles and tin cans, neon arabesques of motels, marooned pimps scream obscenities at passing cars from islands of rubbish. New Orleans is a dead museum.
William S. Burroughs.
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“patience is just another word for getting old”
– fireworks - whitest boy alive
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“That boy who made you low
That boy don’t even know
The boy caused you...”
– sound of confusion - the brian jonestown massacre
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“i wish i had a boyfriend, i wish i had a loving man in my life, i wish i had a...”
– Lust for Life - Girls
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en el bosque de los pinos.
“and then one day I looked around and I found the sun shining down, and I took...”
– Worried Shoes - Daniel Johnston
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steph es vegetal.
voy a crecer raíces en esta cama.
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“she’s got blood in her eyes for you”
– Fake Palindromes - Andrew Bird
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Nellylandia estaba cerrado.
Así que fuimos a un sitio que se llama La Grilla, me gustó como se veían las luces de neón.