I wanna be sedated…

i want to write about someone.. about something… about this day… ahahaha but i cant.. cuz i know he is reading this…. i’ll keep it to myself.. dont want to feel exposed!!!!!

im too tired to think

too tired to write

too tired to feel

too tired to try

Break Me



I will meet you in some place

Where the light lends itself to soft repose

I will let you undress me

But I warn you I have thorns like any rose

And you could hurt me with your bare hands

You could hurt me with with the

sharp end of what you say

But I’m lost to you now & theres no amount of reason

That could save me

Kiss me once or maybe twice

Oh, it never felt so nice

So break me

Take me

Let me feel your arms again

Break me

Make me

Just let me feel your arms again

Just let me feel your love again

take my hand…

live while you can…..

A Sociedade Feminina Brasileira se queixa do tratamento machista existente

na gramática portuguesa. Seguem alguns exemplos:

Cão = melhor amigo do homem

Cadela = puta

Vagabundo = homem que não trabalha

Vagabunda = puta

Touro = homem forte

Vaca = puta

Pistoleiro = homem que mata pessoas, valente

Pistoleira = puta

Aventureiro = homem que se arrisca,viajante,desbravador

Aventureira = puta

Garoto de rua = menino pobre que vive na rua

Garota de rua = puta

Homem da vida = pessoa letrada pela sabedoria adquirida ao

longo da vida

Mulher da vida = puta

O galinha = o “bonzão”, que traça todas

A galinha = puta

Puto = nervoso, irritado, bravo

Puta = puta

Tiozinho = irmão mais novo do pai

Tiazinha = puta

Feiticeiro = conhecedor de alquimias

Feiticeira = puta

FHC, Barbalho e Eurico Miranda = Políticos

A mãe deles = putas

You’ve got a way with words

You get me smiling even when it hurts

No me des falsas esperanzas

grrrrrrrrr i want to sleep and cant

it’s four in the morninga nd i just woke up..

i fel asleep at 9 pm cuz i was exhausted fter reading continously madame bovary.. now i should read some law notes to start studying for that.. but its 4 am in the morning!!!!!!! i cant really do that!!!!!!!!!.. and i want to go back to bed….

must admit that the city looks like a ghost town.. all quiet.. dark… its wednesday night and no one is on the streets…… any other day this street would be filled with teens (or people with traumatic teen syndrome) commming back from parties and clubs.. but not today……..

im scared with all this quietness around me…

im serious… im scared

i think im going to go back to bed (with the tv on this time!)

we all have nightmares about being watched and not know it.

that’s why religions work.

haaaaaaaaaaaaaa so true!!!!

again i turn to u!

what would i do without your intelligent comments?