Chouriço

Chouriço is a spicy portuguese smoked sausage, made with pork meat, pork fat, wine, paprika and salt, stuffed into tripe (natural or artificial) and slowly dried over smoke. It can be served as part of a meal or used as a dildo.

quarta-feira, janeiro 14, 2009

A mesma, a velha, a história

Starting Over by KoRn on Grooveshark

Got to face your fear
Lying on the floor
Step into nothing
What the hell am I here for?
So come on and play
Stab me in my heart
So long this time was wasted
Ripping me apart

We are the hurt inside your head
Lost in the void of what is dead
Constantly twisting things I said
Happiness is boring, need pain instead

It's starting over, starting over
Can't stand it's over, God is gonna take me out
My time is over, this time is over
Why is this over? God is gonna take me out

God is gonna take me out
God is gonna take me out
God is gonna take me out
God is gonna take me out

Crawling on the floor
All around this space
Talking to myself
What is this thing I've got to face?
Walking through a door
Has it been a waste?
Going on and on
Thinking I could find my place

We are the hurt inside your head
Lost in the void of what is dead
Constantly twisting things I said
Happiness is boring, need pain instead

It's starting over, starting over
Can't stand it's over, God is gonna take me out
My time is over, this time is over
Why is this over? God is gonna take me out

God is gonna take me out
God is gonna take me out
God is gonna take me out
God is gonna take me out
God is gonna take me out

You can't see
I'm torn away from you and everything that's close to me
I cannot face the truth, it's nothing that I believe
Just run away from me and thank me when you're free from me
Come take me

Come take me
Come take me
Come take me
Come take me

Come take me (We are the hurt inside your head)
(Lost in the void of what is dead)
Come take me (Constantly twisting things I said)
(Happiness is boring, need pain instead)
Come take me (We are the hurt inside your head)
(Lost in the void of what is dead)
Come take me (Constantly twisting things I said)
(Happiness is boring, need pain instead)

4 Comentários:

At quinta-feira, janeiro 15, 2009 11:47:00 da manhã, Blogger :) de acordo com a profecia disse...

Por que cantas textualmente? Soa melhor?

PS: Muda o theme do blog man. Confunde-me bués os posts do mesmo dia não terem link nos títulos, nem data. :S

 
At quinta-feira, janeiro 15, 2009 12:24:00 da tarde, Blogger grassa de acordo com a profecia disse...

A ausência de data estabelece homogenia entre os posts do mesmo dia.

O link de cada post não se encontra nos títulos, mas sim na data no final de cada um.

Gosto que o título seja meramente textual, e não um link de qualquer espécie.

Sou um simplista, gimbras.
Senão, de que outra forma se justifica que o template do blog seja o mesmo desde o seu início?

 
At quinta-feira, janeiro 15, 2009 5:51:00 da tarde, Blogger :) de acordo com a profecia disse...

Epá, então os posts do dia deviam estar em cores alternadas. Tipo: dia 1 = cor 1, dia 2 = cor 2, dia 3 = cor 1, dia 4 = cor 2.

Porque confunde! :D

 
At quinta-feira, janeiro 15, 2009 6:04:00 da tarde, Blogger grassa de acordo com a profecia disse...

Uniformidade e conformidade.

É um dos meus lemas.

Gosto das coisas muito trigo limpo farinha ampáricas.

 

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