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Batman Returns (1992) dir. Tim Burton
When i forbid myself sin
You should have seen how God fight to stick his penis to the rest of leftover meat
In no particular order.
And we still believe that we are priority number one
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The faithful true is the devil's president it's becoming a reality in every country, the ideal politicians are more and more rare to find, and the social discourse it's becoming a mix on nationalizing and Darwinism, we are witnessing the rupture of the essence human race.
Everytime when i see a complete third ew
Primera Noche : Abro los ojos en medio la oscuridad fijos ya en ella, por un momento mi mente ha cesado de pensar por un instante estoy abandonado en la lobreguez que me embriagada en la asuncia del yo; ya no me escucho, estoy ahogado , soy un identidad acechada por un algo más que recorre mi cuerpo, ese en minúscula momento de separación permite que la sensación de paz y libertad llenen mi cuerpo extasiado cada partícula es libre para chochar la una con la otra, son esos pequeños espacios de los que goza mi cuerpo cuando en medio de la noche olvido como respirar, esos momentos suelen ser cortos porque en cuanto libere el aire de mis pulmones estoy de nuevo ahí, con la gobernanza de los barrullos que habitan mi mente y en el centro de mí un constante latido remanente en la asuncia de un yo que parece más no existir que en el regocijo del solipsismo de supervivencia de mi cuerpo.
When the burritos look for their way out
Getting ready for moaning all night long