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| But I don't care if I fuck up, I'm going on a date with a rich white lady, ain't life great?
Been working on this for about a week or so, decided I should just leave it how it is now. Didn't have a name for it 'till today.. Die Alice, Die I don't know what kills me more The looks he gives you or the looks you're giving him giving him, giving him, you're giving him The kiss that you know I'm yearning for Your lips and your eyes leave me hypnotized While you rip out and squeeze every last drop of blood from my heart Like she once did, and left it out to try Wrap it in a plastic bag Tossed it out the car windows in the middle of the night All dressed up for your date But that cheap lipstick you're wearing is slowly just washing off washing off, washing off, I'm washing off The kiss you gave me by mistake Falling from my dream, into your nightmare Falling from my dream, into your nightmare..
Let's see how that cat gets you out of this out of this, out of this, I'm out of this Game I just can't escape.. | | |
| Last call he was sick of it all... I came up with this in the shower lol. But I never finished it till today. It's supposed go with like, circus music to give the feeling of insanity to it. I'll write it eventually.. Tired Well I’m tired of you just coming around and I’m tired of you taking me as a fucking clown
I’m tired Just so tired
I’m tired of the way you come and talk to me Like you and I had something happening in between
I’m tired Just so tired
I’m tired seeing you being chased about I’m tired of this stupid routine day in and day out
I’m tired Just so tired
I’m getting tired of lusting for you and I’m tired of talking about the shit we went through
I’m tired Just so tired
I’m tired and I just want to get to bed So please stop now and haunt me in my dreams instead Just because I stop now doesn’t mean everything’s been said Just because the track time stops, doesn’t mean it’s at last the end.
I’m just too tired.. Just so tired… | | |
| The endless stream of reminders Made him so sick of you, Sick for your sound, Sick of you coming around Soup guise, worked on this one since Monday I think: There's Something About These People
You told the joke and laughs ensued And she gave you the picture she drew But she never said you'd see her again
What is it about these people?
As I walked across the street She asked if I'd like something to read But she didn't ask if her beliefs would offend me
What is it about these people?
You thought you could be in the room for long And get away with it 'cause she's a pretty blonde But it's only a crime if you tell
What is it about these people?
I looked at her and she looked at me Then turned her head to the backseat And I swear I froze up in the middle of the street | | |
| Pie de elote
6 huevos
4 elotes desgranados, lavados, hervidos y escurridos
1 taza de leche
1 leche lechera
Se prende el horno a 350F se enbarra de mantequilla y harina un molde Redondo de 9” de diametro aprox Se muelen todos los ingredients y se vacian en el molde
Se pone a hornear por 30 a 45 minutos aprox o hasta que este doradito y esponjado. Se saca se déjà enfriar y listo.
uhh...you get that? o.O | | |
| Oh the games people play now...Never meaning what they say now
I think I ran into my ex, ex girlfriend Jessica today. T'was an odd moment. I was crossing the street, and she was in her car. And I so happen to turn and look at her, and right when I do, she notices me too. She turned around and pretended she was getting stuff from her backseat. lol. I could've sworn I stopped walking for a brief moment there in the middle of the crosswalk.. | | |
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