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February 28, 2003

un más día

I need a shave.
I feel like shit.

Necesito un afeitado.
Me siento como mierda.

Posted by Tony DuShane at February 28, 2003 03:47 AM
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definitivamente la poesia es intraducible, que bonita sonoridad perdida, y ese juego de palabras entre "shave" y "save"...

definitively, poetry can´t be traslated, that pretty lost sonorousness, and that game of words between "shave" and "save"...

saludos,=)

Posted by: teresa on February 28, 2003 05:29 AM

hey tony, good bye ma´man! i am pretty igonorant about contemporary bands and punk rockers, therefore i havn´t been able to follow that well all your comments... i have enjoyed though the flow of your writing... and even though i didn´t manage to read nor watch fight club, i am just very excited to check it out as can!

fun and health and punk.tech_rock! osfa!

Posted by: osfa on February 28, 2003 06:08 PM

as soon as i can... that was what i was trying to write!

Posted by: osfa on February 28, 2003 06:09 PM
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