viernes, 27 de enero de 2012

Raise your glass.

So if you're too school for cool,
and you're treated like a fool,
you can choose to let it go
we can always, we can always,
party on our own.


So raise your glass if you are wrong
in all the right ways,
all my underdogs,
we will never be, never be 
anything but loud.
And nitty, gritty, dirty little freaks,
won't you come on, and come on, and raise your glass?
Just come on, and come on, and raise your glass.. for me.


Why so serious?

Qué mujer, qué canción, qué letra, doiwegfiogwipgfipqwgipfhipqgh.

Aquellos maravillosos años en los que las matemáticas eran fáciles..

El lunes va a ser una masacre.

1 comentario:

  1. Una vez me dijeron que hacerse mayor era ver cómo, poco a poco, en las matemáticas dejaban de aparecer números y se abrían paso las letras...

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