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quero ser o riso e o dente | quero ser o dente e a faca | quero ser a faca e o corte | em um só beijo vermelho

fiz meu berço na viração | eu só descanço na tempestade | só adormeço no furacão | eu sou a raiva e a vacina

procura de pecado e conselho | espaço entre a dor e o consolo | a briga entre a luz e o espelho

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fiz meu berço na viração | eu só descanço na tempestade | só adormeço no furacão

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espaço entre a dor e o consolo

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:: make room

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“my idea of destructivity correspond with walter benjamin’s. he wrote an essay titled “the destructive character” in which he said, “the destructive character is cheerfull and friendly and knows only one motto: make room.” blixa bargeld, [abaut ‘sehnsucht’] nota: clique no 'play' verde

:: o meu rock'enrole- #? [sigur rós]

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:: truth

“i'm going to paraphrase thoreau here...
rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness...
give me truth.”
jon krakauer, into the wild

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:: drink wine with charles

 “i've never been lonely. i've been in a room -- i've felt suicidal. i've been depressed. i've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but i never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. in other words, loneliness is something i've never been bothered with because i've always had this terrible itch for solitude. it's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that i might feel loneliness. i'll quote ibsen, "the strongest men are the most alone." i've never thought, "well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and i'll feel good." no, that won't help. you know the typical crowd, "wow, it's friday night, what are you going to do? just sit there?" well, yeah. because there's nothing out there. it's stupidity. stupid people mingling with stupid people. let them stupidify themselves. i've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. i hid in bars, because i didn't want to hide in factories. that's all. sorry for all the millions, but i've never been lonely. i like myself. i'm the best form of entertainment i have. let's drink more wine!”

por charles bukowski