Black Stool From Iron Tablets

Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life ?

Is this just fantasy ?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooo

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye everybody - I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)

I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man

Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go - will you let me go

Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go

Will not let you go - let me go (never)

Never let you go - let me go

Never let me go - ooo

No, no, no, no, no, no, no -

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me

For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Oh baby - can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can

see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the Wind Blows ...

As can be beautiful this song?

It is my version done on Illustrator. I hate to brag, but Faig!

Caninelumbosacral Spondylosis

Ahhhh

Damn! It's actually January 6th and I have not written anything yet. On January I even started writing a draft of a post, then publish it later, but nothing, January 6 and I have not said anything yet the mercy seat. I am ashamed of myself!
Well, let's start with good intentions, horrible tradition, yes.
-Trying to be a more open person! Not literally, my best friend was able to book a vivisection when I hear it. Help!
Well, not typically use terms such as "best friend", but as I groped for a more open, and since I know you never read this series of words placed at random, trying to write. Between insecurity and the other, always avoiding to classify objects and people, you know those idiots who classify everything around them? The best cat, best friend, best friend, the best jumper, the best day, the best sex, the best finger etc., etc. ... so boring, people whose distrust in my opinion.
Yet I can not no other word to use, as defined by a person whom you tell everything from the tiniest action worthy of note, the cooked and haunt your teenage years? Ah yes, psychologist or shrink!
On another, we come to the news. On the radio they said that new year was a disaster, Chernobyl 'not radioactive: stray bullets, severed fingers, eyes blinded, brittle teeth and deaths galore. What the fuck you say your brain?! That we are floating in the cosmic dark pink elephants? What's fun in making something explode, without any pyrotechnic effect, a waste of time, money and meaning. -BOOM-boom that Bell has done. And now? Just to stay on, an idiot, that instead of the brain has a black hole that will cause the end of the universe, has placed, because it is an intelligent person, a miccetta between the door and the mirror of the machines in the neighborhood, including my father. Now, with quiet dignity and grace, FOR WHAT REASON Dogmatic FUCK YOU FUCK MICCETTA LOCATED BETWEEN A MIRROR AND DOOR ?!?!? No, I want to know, want to understand how your brain from a licensed fool, what's funny, what? Uh, that's great, it broke the mirror, but laugh-ihihi iihihi a par ... cojoni of the miccetta you know where to shove? A mouth, a rectum, and by way of a catheter if you are a male, which is very likely, otherwise I do not even the issue of choice.
And while we're at a firecracker for each finger, eye and testis. Then see how you laugh.
One, two, three, breathe in America ...
The second I'm not about to say, try to use less foul language. I try to use less profanity, I try really, but now, for me are like commas, I try to restrain myself, but it's stronger than me. One of the few downsides of my leap (which is not marked so I must say).
But I could replace "male genitalia seen in derogatory manner" (Shit) with Mouflon.
I will try.