hot

too hot in here

and there,s something that doesn,t work with those two

too different

time will surely be the one to tell

oh well

speelin mestakez

just like a whore would spell those words
my complaint
why won,t you suck my cock with the lights on?
just because you,re a catholic?
so am i
and i have no problems with that
translate into spanish
a whore is more literate than you and they don,t write songs
yet

new year

what the hell, i,m gonna try the best i can (,cos the best i can is good enough) to try the best i can to mend my ways - i,m gonna learn the songs i,m gonna write new ones i,m gonna do it, yes hereby

this one,s for you. i still have faith in friends who have proved nearly unreliable, but deliciously insane. in spite of big mouths and the like - i still can,t even mention the subject - she,s the only one to whom i,ve been able to openly confess myself, and that,s yet another reason to love her. - it,s not that someone might read this and suffer a sudden blast of knowledge, it,s not that somebody might find out about this... it,s me, up to now i can,t believe the treason, it still hurts badly, so badly. so fucking badly. forgiven but sadly not forgotten. what the hell i,m gonna try the best i can. ups and downs in the plot. i,m completely off the rails. love to all.

rehearse

this... this is our new song... just like the last one... A TOTAL W.A.S.T.E. OF TIME... my iron lung

nothing sounds right and i know it,s partly my fault, disappointment in the eyes, what else can i do? what can i do to balance every aspect of my life? and i may sound a little paranoid, but i think that the joke was on me... yeah, you know which kind it is... people like chasing me around... i, m getting a bit tired of it... sometimes i feel as if a dense black ball of black electricity was growing inside of me, and that ball starts to expand and spread beyond my corporal limits, wiping everything around me out, and when i,m alone, oh,god how fucking good it feels... now it,s your turn to decide whether i,m joking or not

they brought in the C.I.A the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away to blow me sky high

sorry for the delay

happy birthday, jordi

snowy mazes

and perhaps it is only me subconsciously taking a subtle quiet revenge, following someone else,s footprints

danny, come ,ere, danny

sleep tight

sitting by the river

write a song, make a decent demo out of it, store it in a drawer with the rest of your secrets, forget about... and the song will come stronger and revengeful... it will chase after that person who wanted to smother you, who thought the world was created only for himself and now realises how wrong he was... none of his songs can cast a shadow over yours... and now he has to sing your words, and these words are needles in his eyes... so be it... corpses floating by... 

she

although it is scorching here, things seem to get better, little by little. when i saw her it was like the very first time... so beautiful and so fragile, so strong on the inside, she is my one and only. and i made love to her as sweetly as i could as lovingly as i could as slowly as i could because i do really love her, and what,s best, she loves me, no doubt. sometimes the wrong sign tried to shine over my head bringing back bad memories i don,t want. her eyes, her body, the touch and smell of her skin. i will shred the wrong sign litlle by little, taking my time in watching it suffer...