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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oink!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663686420755505429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/1221/aaaaaaaalb7.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31331303.post-3138378418556770693</id><published>2007-09-03T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:33:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mira hacia abajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bueno en verdad puede que este idealizando mucho la situacion&lt;br /&gt;(como siempre)&lt;br /&gt;y me este formando hipopotamos en el cráneo&lt;br /&gt;como siemepreprp traduccion: siempre&lt;br /&gt;pero igual los hipopotamos bajan de mi craneo a mi estomago&lt;br /&gt;y ahi le gusta correr por todos lados.&lt;br /&gt;(aun asi sigo pensando que son los hipopotamos los culpables.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31331303-3138378418556770693?l=libelulaconstress.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy como un maldito perro pequeño "QUIEREMEQUIEREMEQUIEREMEQUIEREMEQUIEREMEQUIEREMQIERFLJRSFQUIE&lt;br /&gt;REME" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuenta la edad, sumalo con el cargo y multiplicale el contexto&lt;br /&gt;igual es obvio el resultado que sacas&lt;br /&gt;pero aun asi me gusta pensar q no es así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"te entiendo...no sabs cuanto te entiendo"&lt;br /&gt;y me abrazó.&lt;br /&gt;y aunq dijiste q no es asi, odio pensar que no t importó como ami.&lt;br /&gt;soy tan nena xd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"luego te voy a ir a ver para ver si estás"&lt;br /&gt;idiota, porsupuesto q no fué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31331303-4115921812134426578?l=libelulaconstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libelulaconstress.blogspot.com/feeds/4115921812134426578/comments/default' 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cerca del pecho y apoyando los brazos en ellas&lt;br /&gt;mirando la monotonía e inercia juguetona del agua.&lt;br /&gt;luego se hechó en la arena boca abajo&lt;br /&gt;los brazos apoyando su cara.&lt;br /&gt;me parec que estaba mirando hacia mí&lt;br /&gt;(puede que alla sido parte de mi imaginacion)&lt;br /&gt;pero con los ojos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;asique yo podia verlo todo lo que quería.&lt;br /&gt;lo miraba y lo miraba&lt;br /&gt;y lo miraba&lt;br /&gt;bueno esto no me impedía mirar a otra gente =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;también me acuerdo que cuando me iba&lt;br /&gt;luego de pasar frente a el&lt;br /&gt;miré hacia atrás&lt;br /&gt;puede que halla sido mi imaginacion&lt;br /&gt;pero estaba mirando&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31331303-1353430182742749656?l=libelulaconstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;karma police&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE arrest this moron man&lt;br /&gt;he talks...he barely talks&lt;br /&gt;he buzzed like a fridge, he's like a detuned radio&lt;br /&gt;(ya' know when he talks speak crap and people can't understend him)&lt;br /&gt;and he's hormones are gonna EXPLOTE!.&lt;br /&gt;karma police, arrest this girl&lt;br /&gt;her weird, and obssesion hairdo, it's making me feel ill&lt;br /&gt;and she's always thinking in fairytales&lt;br /&gt;(not exactly for children ).&lt;br /&gt;this is what you get, when you mess with us&lt;br /&gt;karma police, i've given all I can, it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;it will never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;sh*t for a minute there i lost myself&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that I lost myself, i lost myself&lt;br /&gt;(the day when i was born).&lt;br /&gt;and this is what u get when u F*CK WITH US!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and i want these words to make things right&lt;br /&gt;but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.&lt;br /&gt;who do i think i'm?.&lt;br /&gt;one night and one more time&lt;br /&gt;thnks fr th mmrs, thnks fr th mmrs&lt;br /&gt;even if they weren't so great&lt;br /&gt;cuz u make me have some to torture myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;te quiero p*ta ;*!&lt;br /&gt;te amýýýýýýý&lt;br /&gt;pero quiero que mueras =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it echoes in my brain&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;pulses through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one to blame, but i didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;did too much hormones, but i didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;slackerbitch, faghag, whore&lt;br /&gt;looks real cute, her lips are sore&lt;br /&gt;slackerbitch, faghag, whore&lt;br /&gt;always comes back for more.&lt;br /&gt;it eventually gonna fade away (just like your memory)&lt;br /&gt;but it also eventually gonna appear again.&lt;br /&gt;coming across impure&lt;br /&gt;goddamn immature&lt;br /&gt;and acting so insecure&lt;br /&gt;now i hate myself, i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;slackerbitch, faghag, whore&lt;br /&gt;looks real cute, her lips are sore&lt;br /&gt;dripping sex from every pore&lt;br /&gt;how sad...&lt;br /&gt;such a motherfucking WHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE OBSCENE, BE, BE OBESCENE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;talvez ya te cansaste de esperar&lt;br /&gt;todas las noches vestida igual a ese hombre tan especial.&lt;br /&gt;y se que ya te cansaste de conocer&lt;br /&gt;a toda esa gente que es tan trivial.&lt;br /&gt;quiza nunca pasara, quiza siempre sera igual, sugiero que no te ilusiones .&lt;br /&gt;recuerda que aunque te veas perfect&lt;br /&gt;sabes que no siempre es lo que tratas de proyectar&lt;br /&gt;si no que es lo que derrama un vaso lo llamativo.&lt;br /&gt;recuerda que te gusta ser manipilad (por ti)&lt;br /&gt;y también deseas muy fuerte que sea mañana.&lt;br /&gt;porque sabes que mañana estaras sol@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LET'S GET THIS TEENS HEARTS BEATING&lt;br /&gt;FASTER, FASTER, FASTER AND FASTER!!&lt;br /&gt;so testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;will you finally decide wich one of you is gonna make this body becomes into.&lt;br /&gt;who you think about in bed?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ooh, i've been dirt, and i don't care&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm burning inside, yeah that's right.&lt;br /&gt;and do you feel it? do you feel it when you touch me?&lt;br /&gt;do you feel it when it cut me?.&lt;br /&gt;yes i've been dirt, and i don't give a f*ck&lt;br /&gt;but just after it comes out&lt;br /&gt;i feel gross, and i want it all go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ataqué como rey que asesina con gracia&lt;br /&gt;no creí ni lo pense como mi condición natural.&lt;br /&gt;error va de mi mano&lt;br /&gt;escamas en mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;tu carne entre mis uñas&lt;br /&gt;mi crimen rojo eterno&lt;br /&gt;rojo enfermo&lt;br /&gt;rojo muerto&lt;br /&gt;para de gritar... para de gritar.&lt;br /&gt;porque estas manos siempre estarán llenas de ese rojo&lt;br /&gt;asique, deja de gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I DON'T WANNA FIGHT&lt;br /&gt;EVERY F*CKNG SINGLE DAY&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;tired of fight with all this crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31331303-7532846458924268723?l=libelulaconstress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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