sábado, março 18, 2006
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Conseqüência disso? Contos e idéias ecoam aprisionados em meus gastos neurônios, longe dessa publicação virtual desde o ano passado!
Eis que o capitalismo invade isso tudo, porta adentro, trazendo alguma esperança real (R$) a um sonhador perdido como eu. Já repararam nos anúncios aí em cima?
Falando por experiência própria, engraçado como é mais fácil dar um real ao flanelinha do que doar alguma coisa para alguma obra que achemos boa...
Antes de achar que vou riscar seu carro, saiba que apenas mendigamos: Adote um autor!
Qualquer doação, ainda que simbólica, seria suficiente para retomarmos toda atividade com empenho e compromisso de qualidade (diferente de grande parte das bobagens publicadas aqui recentemente). Aquela tal história do feedback, sabe? Ou a tal cenoura pendurada na frente da carroça...
Reclames e plim-plims à parte, em breve voltaremos ao ar.
Know what?
That makes you uncomfortable?
Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on
Fuck your Saab convertable
And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst
Stupid mutha fuck
Fuck the Hamptons
The fly infested south of France
I'm paid asshole,
I got more cash than God can count
so why don't you just.... die?
Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's
Low cholesterol, naturally
Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times
Fuck the Wall Street Journal
And News Week
And the lot
Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest
Stupid set of priviliged mutha fuckers
Think its fashionable to have an alternative view
An alternative view
And fuck, if you can
Your pencil thin, Evian drinking, calorie counting, caffiene limiting, sodium spearing, nutrasweet sweetening, read view mirror preening, carrot nibbling bunny
Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker
I got cash, what else matters?
I got cash
Slave
Fuck your fencing and screw your squash,
Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti,
Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy
I got cash,
Mega cash,
I'm happy with that,
Oh go and sit on your ski rug,
Money talks you little pussy,
You let your politically correct pals know,
That i think you're a dick also,
You dirty asshole
And your idea of multiculturalism
Japanese resturant on Monday,
Indian on tuesday,
And on Wednesday, Caribbean,
Not to spicy please
Well
I got stash on stash and it ain't novo cash.
Moneys in my family for generations,
My great great great grandfather made the bag,
Selling European slaves in Africa
I got cash mutha fuckah,
And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking,
can you?
Dumb fuck."
