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My New Guitar
April 30th, 2009 by Majlco
This is one of the best guitar ever made.
It’s a “Jacaranda Guitar Custom”
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A day of agony
April 29th, 2009 by Majlco
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Who blows on the stars remains in the dark
April 29th, 2009 by Mills
Today i got up and the planets were still turning in my room.
I opened up my umbrella to hide myself a little more , and cover my eyes from the first lights coming in.
Lights and noise, little wake.
That’s why I still have a terrible headache.
It’s a broken dark red umbrella and it stinks of rain and vodka and reminds me of yesterday.
When the first lights of the damned yellow sphere came into the room I realised that any single thing I’ve done in the past doesn’t exist anymore.
Everything fades as the signs on my shoulders.
When the sun came in I realised I had to fool myself around for another day.
Who blows on the stars remains in the dark, sooner or later.
He does.
Today is Estrela’s birthday, she’ll leave for nyc and I hope she’ll find answers.
I went to Wien with her, decades before today.
This is a song Leaf posted me some days ago.
For all of your 70’s love.
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The Owls are not what They seem
April 27th, 2009 by Mills

“Sometimes my arms bend back”
This is what Laura said to turn myself into a Giant.
This would be an ode to the one who explained me that truth is never true. It just depends on the lenses of your mind. And mankind is fool, as a letter under a nail.
Sometimes I hear people speaking about this masterpiece, but they talk about facts and I get immediately dry, they’re out of focus.
It’s not about a story or a bunch of stories. It’s not about good and evil.
It’s about a picture that is so beautiful that human eyes just can’t see. You can stare, but never see.

“Do you want to play with fire, little boy? Do you want to play with Bob?”
What would you reply? I would surely play with you Bob, even if it means to lose myself, my brain, my heart.
I would love to play with fire, Bob, and burn alive until I feel alive.
I just can’t wait any longer, I just can’t lie myself. I don’t want to stay in the middle. I don’t want to flow as a river. I don’t want to be nobody’s lover. I don’t’ want to speak clear.
I just want to play with fire and live my life as the only one I’ll ever have.
I don’t want to be a superstar. They’re so far from truth. And truth is here, in a garage.
I don’t want to be like barack obama or any politically correct symbol, but I feel like I’m the only one to have this idea.
I wish I was the first to die, as the best song is the one I still have to write.
Fuck you, Cooper.
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the donor party
April 16th, 2009 by Majlco


