Muerte cerebral

El estudio me golpea las neuronas fuerte.
De hecho ya las esta transformando en estudio dependientes.
Ayer tenia ganas de hacer ejercicios de quimica, y hasta los guarde para Tres Arroyos.

Mi viejo cerebro ya no es lo que era.
Ya no es lo que era.
(Recordaran los simpsons con "mi vieja mula")

En fin, esa muerte cerebral hace que no pueda ni siquiera escribir una non-sense (sin sentido) idiotes como para al menos reirme de mi mismo.

Suerte. Algun dia recuperare mi cerebro...¡ LO EXTRAÑO ! (?)

Fenriz said...:

(Hablando sobre la evolución del black metal)

Fenriz:"They make the cake. And we make the bread"
Fenriz:"People like cake, but they will get bored of cake. And people dont get bored of bread"
Fenriz:"We make ordinary bread. People wont get bored of ordinary bread"
Nocturno Culto: "Hey, it depends on how much time it stays in the oven"


Jajaja.

Moraleja: La gente se aburre de lo complicado y fuera de lo normal. Lo normal/comun/simple siempre sera lo que sera, pero nunca nos vamos a aburrir de eso.

Todo depende cuando tiempo quede en el horno (?).

Historia.

A veces escuchar el pasado contado por la otra persona participe
Esta muy bueno y te hace reir mucho.
Esta copado, ser sincero acerca del pasado que compartiste con una persona
y ahora en el presente esas cosas estan superadas.
Realmente es extraño, y ahi mas que nunca es cuando uno se da cuenta que ahi
la vida podria haber llegado a cambiar radicalmente por solo mover una piedrita
y al verlo de esa manera, a mi al menos, me causa mucha mas gracia, porque principalmente me siento un escritor de mi propia vida, al tomar mis decisiones dejo afuera a muchas cosas. Por eso mismo no hay que creer en el destino :D.

Como siempre pense, siempre es un buen momento para tomar una cerveza y reirse de lo primero que se cruce... Delirar/Filosofar/Charlar como exagerados esta permitido.

Romper bides que estan extrañamente tirados en la calle, creo y calculo que debe ser ilegal, pero esta muy bueno, POSTA!.


Moraleja: Hay que salir mas seguido con Paulie al boliche.


JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA.

Rod Stewart - Young Turks

Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket and a head full of dreams.
He said somehow, some way, its gotta get better than this.
Patti packed her bags, left a note for her momma, she was just seventeen,
There were tears in her eyes when she kissed her little sister goodbye.

They held each other tight as they drove on through the night they were so exited.
We got just one shot of life, lets take it while were still not afraid.
Because life is so brief and time is a thief when youre undecided.
And like a fistful of sand, it can slip right through your hands.

Young hearts be free tonight. time is on your side,
Dont let them put you down, dont let em push you around,
Dont let em ever change your point of view.

Paradise was closed so they headed for the coast in a blissful manner.
They took a tworoom apartment that was jumping every night of the week.
Happiness was found in each others arms as expected, yeah
Billy pierced his ears, drove a pickup like a lunatic, ooh!

Young hearts be free tonight. time is on your side,
Dont let them put you down, dont let em push you around,
Dont let em ever change your point of view.


Young hearts be free tonight. time is on your side.

Billy wrote a letter back home to pattis parents tryin to explain.
He said were both real sorry that it had to turn out this way.
But there aint no point in talking when theres nobody listening so we just ran away
Patti gave birth to a ten pound baby boy, yeah!

Young hearts be free tonight, time is on your side.
Young hearts be free tonight, time is on your side.
Young hearts be free tonight, time in on your side.

Young hearts gotta run free, be free, live free
Time is on, time is on your side
Time, time, time, time is on your side
Is on your side
Is on your side
Is on your side
Young heart be free tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, yeah


Temón!.

Jajajaja, me hace reir el tema no se porque. Ademas el ritmito la zarpa.