Starched.

 Esos ojos de muñeco no sirven

Para describir el mundo que hay detrás de ti

Deberé llegar almidonada.

Those doll eyes are useless
To describe the world behind you
I should get there starched.

Muñeco, Babasónicos (Anoche)

After arriving from the conservatoire, I should get another shower. Like, yes, havin a laptop in my room is so awesome.

And I´m still training with Bach´s prelude in E Major for guitar. And I should get back to it. Maybe after Adventure Time.

Lately, I´ve been feeling angered, and I do not know why, you know like I was, certainly, sucking

life´s sweetness. 

Should I kill all my friends? Whatever.

There´s a tennis court next to the cemetery drive which I never tried. I am rescuing several old albums, like "Anoche", "Nico", "American Idiot", some Depeche Mode tapes, and yes, like a hundred mixtapes I recorded.

I even named one of them "Sad Song Remix". The fuck was I thinking. This w.end -or is it the next one?- there´s a concert at the skate park, lot of indie bands are gonna play. Great, the smell of someone smoking weed again.

"Lamento que se estén muriendo de hambre porque me comí todas sus cosechas, 

aún así sigo pensando que están muy gordos y probablemente los ayudé a perder peso", Princesa Grumosa. (No más lágrimas, esponjosita)

"Princesa Grumosa, esa disculpa fue horrible!", Finn