y se tiro por la ventana?

Not Yet 40, My Beard is Already White

Not yet 40, my beard is already white.
Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red,
like a child who has cried too much.

What is more disagreeable
than last night's wine?

I'll shave.
I'll stick my head in the cold spring and
look around at the pebbles.
Maybe I can eat a can of peaches.

Then I can finish the rest of the wine,
write poems 'til I'm drunk again,
and when the afternoon breeze comes up

I'll sleep until I see the moon
and the dark trees
and the nibbling deer

and hear
the quarreling coons

y las noticias? opiiiopoocas y vrairadas...

1/entre obamao y el mormon agilipollao, PUES NO SE

2/otonho nhonho de los MATERIALERS....i don't think so!

3/A BEBER MAS GIN!

4/aviste un zorron y un gran fuego controlado

5/i belch, i stretch, i WELCH

6/el poema se lo dedico a mi supahprimo blogero, que yo ya pase por el trago xxxx

7/lo dicho por un bicho en canal privee de telemonserguis, BEEF UP M'TRUCK!

CUANDO SE ME PONGAN A MI A SA-TIRO, VEREMOS QUE ENCOGIMIENTOS RECOGEN!

salud termica, muchachitos del rock&blog