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Just the killer I am...

Oh, Superman. Oh, judge. Oh, Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Oh, Superman. Oh, judge. Oh, Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.

Hi, I'm not home right now.
But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.

Hello? This is your mother.
Are you there? Are you coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home?

Well, you don't know me, but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you:
Here come the planes, so you better get ready, ready to go.
You can come as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said, "OK. Who is this really?"

And the voice said,
"This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes."

Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?

And the voice said,
"Neither snow, nor rain, nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds."

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justice is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always mom. Hi, mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms. In your arms.

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms. In your electronic arms.

Laurie Anderson - Oh Superman (Silverspin Mix)

Holmes Ives ft. Avalon Frost - 8 Letters (Richard Earnshaw Mix)

Cradle me just like the moon
My heart is full it’s breaking soon

Hold me close ‘cause I’m the one
Burning brighter than the sun

You don’t even need to try
To Lie about your other life

Please remind me once again
How we were ever more than friends

Cradle me, just like the moon
My heart is full it’s breaking soon

Eight letters, three words Barely, rarely heard
Eight letters, three words Rarely ever heard...

I (heart) NY

Aqui ficam alguns videos de um triste jantar...
http://pwp.netcabo.pt/phryk/jantarorgazmika.exe

Check it out!

What you gon’ do with all that junk?

All that junk inside your trunk?

I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,

Get you love drunk off my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,

My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps.

Verão fora de estação

Depois de um bem sucedido ajuntamento
Depois de um carismático repasto
Depois de um divertido festão
Depois de um espectacular jantar entre colegas de profissão

Vem depois a hesitação...
Será que era ali? Será que era o tempo que devia ter gasto?