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domingo, 25 de dezembro de 2011
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STRESS!
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Oi pessoal.
Fuçando a net descobri que quem criou a imagem do PAPAI NOEL o velhinho fofinho vestido de vermelho e grande barba foi a Coca Cola...
APENAS COMPARTILHANDO.
JUST SHARING WITH YOU GUYS.
Fuçando a net descobri que quem criou a imagem do PAPAI NOEL o velhinho fofinho vestido de vermelho e grande barba foi a Coca Cola...
APENAS COMPARTILHANDO.
JUST SHARING WITH YOU GUYS.
domingo, 11 de dezembro de 2011
LOOK.
Look
Look
When the lights are off
And the music is loud
I just want to dance
To move every muscle in my body
Under the disco bright of red, green, and blue
And sway to the bass and the beat and the tone
It’s the only thing I can do
To break free
From the pressure
When a glass of beer or two won’t help
And I look wild
I just can’t handle myself
From my addiction
Of attention
Look at me
Dear Happy Ending,
Dear Happy Ending,
My venture in finding you
Starts with a hope,
Ends with a cope.
In this endless circle,
Vigorously.
It’s eating me alive
Until I’m numb(entorpecida) to the tears
And the screams.
Wishing that you’re just a step closer
And closer
Every time.
I want you now.
The dirty air.
The dirty air
The last cigarette
made its way in between my fingers
to the tip of my lips.
My breath provoked the flame
when its end met the fire,
flashing another regret.
But what do I know.
I absorbed the smoke,
along with the pain,
the truth, and the longest day.
I drew in the mist,
the smell I hated the most.
I breathed out the fog
away
from my mouth,
from my system,
but it’s too late now.
My lungs compromised,
my throat adjusted.
Another excuse.
I wasn’t adapting,
I was influenced.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until I lost my count.
One that turned into a dozen
and many more.
But I see their faces dissolved
with the smoke.
Away they go,
with the pain,
the troubles.
Another addiction I can’t handle.
I lost my senses.
If your heart was a piece of paper
If your heart was a piece of paper,
I would staple it to mine
or I would just scratch the hell out of it,
and toss it to the trash can.
If your heart was a piece of paper;
maybe it was,
because I started to think that your heart is weightless,
light,
and probably worthless
just like thousands of billions other out there;
typical,
not special.
If your heart was a piece of paper,
you would give the chronic paper-cut
to my skin
and I would bleed.
An avalanche of nightmares
An avalanche of nightmares
is haunting me in the very worst way possible,
crawling up to my skull and messing with my head,
and keeping me awake
dawn, day, and night.
An avalanche of nightmares
brings me back to the savory(salgado) taste of your lips,
to my desperate crave of your touch,
to every pleasure from your presence,
before it wakes me up from the truth.
An avalanche of nightmares
opens up the scar you’re giving me
constantly
when I pretend to blind myself
from your lies
and your laughs.
I am bigger and brighter
than you think I can ever be.
An avalanche of nightmares
because in the end,
with you, it’s like
having the sweetest nightmares.
Wake Me Up
Wake Me Up
Wake me up
before you kiss me in my dream.
Wake me up
before I stare at your eyes,
before I believe in your lies again,
in my dream
and only in my dream.
Wake me up
because I work so hard
to expunge you
out of my life,
my equation.
Wake me up
because the pleasure of seeing you,
kissing you,
touching you,
is not worth the pain.
Wake me up because
in sleep I see only you,
in sleep I smell
and taste
and hear
only you
a nightmare exhausted
but just beginning
when, in dreams
your lips come to
meet mine
too close, too comfortable
wake me up.
These dreams of you
have become horror waiting to play out
pain hidden in the
hands of pleasure
cupped like treasure
and I’m asking
for you
to wake me before you kiss me
in my dreams
because your pleasure
isn’t worth the pain.
BROKEN MIRROR.
Because I want to know
What says you when the star has gone
When you have to stop making a wish
Not to do something in your life
But to kill your brain and your dreams
Because I know you will run away
From the pain, the cry, and the scream
Not the smile you have been looking for
Not the life you have been living
And you can hear the clock is ticking
It sounds just too loud
Even the voice of your heart beat
And those whispers
I know how they hurt your ears
I can see you crawling back to your bed
All those smile and dreams worn you out
And every inch of your step
Every mile that you go through
How you wish everything was real
Not even to your heart you want to admit
Because people think you are living in a wonderful life
Because no one hears you cry
Because you don’t want them to know
And here is my favorite part
To actually see you fall
And drag all of your shit to move on
And you realize that you’re pretty close to insanity
Talking to yourself
In a broken mirror.
I’m starting to lose my mind
Everything has been played over and over again in my head. I’m out of words and sentences to explain what I’m feeling now. It’s not enough.
There’s still something that has been bothering my mind. I know what it is, but I have the fear that if I write it down, or say it out loud, or tell someone about it, it’s not going to bring my sanity back and I’m gonna make a fool out of myself.
I’m tired of all of this shit. I just want to move the fuck on and deal with something, or someone else.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Back to the surface
The depth(profundidade) feels so good
but I was built with flaws,
I was made to breath in
the warmth and the breeze
of air.
So I try to go back up
where the rain intertwines
with the wind
and the waves
and the flood
to inhale my oxygen,
and I just wish
that I have enough time
before the blue
fills up my lungs
and stops me
from functioning.
Why Is It Called “Black Friday”?
Porque chamam Black friday.
o dia das compras no usa.
o dia das compras no usa.
Is your tummy full of turkey? If so, that must mean it’s time to go shopping! Let’s learn more about Black Friday today .
Have you ever wondered…
Why is it called “Black Friday”?
Is it better to be “in the black” or “in the red”?
What is Cyber Monday?
Did you know?
After the turkey has been eaten, the football games have been watched and digestion is fully under way, millions of Americans turn to another holiday tradition: planning their Black Friday shopping spree.
That’s right! It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and that means it’s time to shop. Black Friday — the day after Thanksgiving in the United States — signals the beginning of the holiday shopping season.
Although it’s not an official holiday, millions of employers give their employees the day off, and many people use that day to get a jump-start on their holiday shopping. A similar day in Canada and Great Britain is called “Boxing Day.”
Black Friday has become somewhat of a marketing sensation in recent years. Since 2005, it has been the busiest shopping day of the year. To lure shoppers, retailers routinely open their doors as early as 4 a.m. and offer special sales and promotions to the shoppers that arrive early.
Some of the special deals offered by stores are only available in limited quantities. That is why some shoppers intent on getting the best deals often camp out in front of stores overnight so that they’ll be the first in line when the doors open.
But why Black Friday? There are a couple of explanations of how this name came about.
Historians believe the name started in Philadelphia in the mid-1960s. Bus drivers and police used “Black Friday” to describe the heavy traffic that would clog city streets the day after Thanksgiving as shoppers headed to the stores.
Businesses, however, didn’t like the negative tone associated with the Black Friday name. In the early 1980s, a more positive explanation of the name began to circulate.
According to this alternative explanation, Black Friday is the day when retailers finally begin to turn a profit for the year. In accounting terms, operating at a loss (losing money) is called being “in the red” because accountants traditionally used red ink to show negative amounts (losses).
Positive amounts (profits) were usually shown in black ink. Thus, being “in the black” is a good thing because it means stores are operating at a profit (making money).
Regardless of when a retailer turns a profit for the year, it’s clear that Black Friday is a very important day for most retailers. Some retailers are indeed dependent on holiday shopping to turn a profit for the year. For others, it’s a day when they definitely make bigger-than-usual profits — and that’s a lot of black ink!
The recent popularity of Black Friday has spawned another new shopping holiday: Cyber Monday. For those who are too busy to shop on Black Friday — or who just don’t want to fight the crowds — the Monday following Black Friday has become known as Cyber Monday for the many online deals that shoppers can take advantage of from the comfort of their homes.
Try it out!
Have you been good this year? Really? Says who? You?
As the gift-giving holiday season approaches, you may have started thinking about the gifts you might like to give and receive. What better day to think about shopping than Black Friday?
Take some time today to start a list of gift ideas for others. Rather than buying something, it might be something special you do for someone else.
You also can write a persuasive letter to your parents about the gifts you want most this year. A persuasive letter is one that attempts to persuade (convince) the reader of your views.
In your letter, you will attempt to convince your parents that you deserve the gifts you want. You’ll want to put some thought into your letter.
Should you list the gifts you want first? Or should you list them later in the letter… after you’ve talked about — and given several examples of — how good you’ve been this year?
It will be important to remember that your belief that you’ve been good this year is an opinion. It’s simply what you believe to be true. Your brothers, sisters, friends, classmates and parents could hold other opinions.
To convince your parents that they should agree with your opinion that you’ve been a good boy or girl this year, you should think of some facts that support your opinion. These should be clear examples of times that you’ve been helpful, kind or behaved appropriately.
You might also want to bring up and explain any clear examples of times you may have behaved inappropriately. Being honest about these times will help strengthen your overall argument, as long as the good times outweigh the bad, of course!
One final note: Don’t bother to list gifts that you know are unrealistic. If you live in a city or only have a small yard, even the best child is not likely to get a pony as a gift.
Be realistic with your hopes and keep in mind the old saying about it being better to give than to receive. It’s quite true!
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