Vai vc que eu to cansado Comments http://tocansado.blogsome.com Tue, 17 Nov 2009 15:30:13 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.1-alpha by: Rafael http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/03/21/a-bota-no-rosto/#comment-296 Sun, 09 Aug 2009 03:14:11 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/03/21/a-bota-no-rosto/#comment-296 <i>Drop dead, it doesn’t matter, she said, It only hurts when I laugh, she said. Sometimes, it’s never a crime To spend the day in bed. She made certain that the curtains were red, To dream better by the light they would shed. She leaned back, tilted her head And this is what she said. You can’t win! Think it over again, I can’t win! Look at the trouble I’m in, We can’t win! And we’re stuck here together, Yeah, I hope it will last forever. Don’t ever dare to hope, he said, So I’ll never let down too bad. I know there’s nowhere to go So I’ll just stay here instead. He knew better than to pull on a thread, They unravel like the thoughts in his head. He looked out, it filled him with dread And this is what he said. You can’t win! Think it over again, I can’t win! Look at the trouble I’m in, We can’t win! And we’re stuck here together, Yeah, I hope it will last forever. With good books and looks on their side And hearts bursting with national pride, They sang songs that went along for the ride And the other side complied. They said, “Hey, man, where do you reside?” And “Could it be Mother Superior lied?” And “Is it possible too many have died?” It’s only natural to reply. You can’t win! Think it over again, I can’t win! Look at the trouble I’m in, We can’t win! And we’re stuck here together, Yeah, I hope it will last forever. <b>* “If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face... FOREVER!” – George Orwell</b></i><i> – Bad Religion, </i><i>“Boot Stamping on a Human Face Forever”</i>, do álbum <i>The Empire Strikes First</i>, de 2004 Drop dead, it doesn’t matter, she said,
It only hurts when I laugh, she said.
Sometimes, it’s never a crime
To spend the day in bed.
She made certain that the curtains were red,
To dream better by the light they would shed.
She leaned back, tilted her head
And this is what she said.

You can’t win! Think it over again,
I can’t win! Look at the trouble I’m in,
We can’t win! And we’re stuck here together,
Yeah, I hope it will last forever.

Don’t ever dare to hope, he said,
So I’ll never let down too bad.
I know there’s nowhere to go
So I’ll just stay here instead.
He knew better than to pull on a thread,
They unravel like the thoughts in his head.
He looked out, it filled him with dread
And this is what he said.

You can’t win! Think it over again,
I can’t win! Look at the trouble I’m in,
We can’t win! And we’re stuck here together,
Yeah, I hope it will last forever.

With good books and looks on their side
And hearts bursting with national pride,
They sang songs that went along for the ride
And the other side complied.
They said, “Hey, man, where do you reside?”
And “Could it be Mother Superior lied?”
And “Is it possible too many have died?”
It’s only natural to reply.

You can’t win! Think it over again,
I can’t win! Look at the trouble I’m in,
We can’t win! And we’re stuck here together,
Yeah, I hope it will last forever.

* “If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face… FOREVER!”
– George Orwell
– Bad Religion, “Boot Stamping on a Human Face Forever”, do álbum The Empire Strikes First, de 2004

]]> by: Rafael http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/04/11/evolucao-x-bento-16-round-1/#comment-295 Mon, 03 Aug 2009 03:00:15 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/04/11/evolucao-x-bento-16-round-1/#comment-295 <i>“This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain, The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain. And everything is barely mist – blood relations and bricks. My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: Can that be all there is? In my rectory of doubt I kneel to pray like one devout As time the great, gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern God Erodes away each storied day, as wretched Adams with hell to pay Contend upon a rail of pain for just a little rain. And everything is dearly missed – blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: Can that be all there is? There’s an endless disposition and it doesn’t mean a god damn thing, There’s space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane. And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I, But this pedestrian knows better than to even try. My divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly. And everything is dearly missed – blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: Can that be all there is?”</i> – Bad Religion, <i>“All There Is”</i>, do álbum <i>The Empire Strikes First</i>, de 2004 “This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain,
The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain.

And everything is barely mist – blood relations and bricks.
My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson
More than this, once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me:
Can that be all there is?

In my rectory of doubt I kneel to pray like one devout
As time the great, gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern God
Erodes away each storied day, as wretched Adams with hell to pay
Contend upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.

And everything is dearly missed – blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson
More than this, once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me:
Can that be all there is?

There’s an endless disposition and it doesn’t mean a god damn thing,
There’s space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane.

And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I,
But this pedestrian knows better than to even try.
My divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly.

And everything is dearly missed – blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson
More than this, once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me:
Can that be all there is?”
– Bad Religion, “All There Is”, do álbum The Empire Strikes First, de 2004

]]> by: Rafael http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/09/24/71/#comment-294 Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:04:02 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/09/24/71/#comment-294 a propósito, Perséfone-chan, e antes que eu me esqueça: <i><b>Nerds fucking rule!</b></i> a propósito, Perséfone-chan, e antes que eu me esqueça:

Nerds fucking rule!

]]> by: Rafael http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/09/24/71/#comment-293 Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:02:09 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/09/24/71/#comment-293 caralho! eu quero a morte quando eu faço bolo e dá nisso! caralho! eu quero a morte quando eu faço bolo e dá nisso!

]]> by: Rafael http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/09/14/homo-patronus/#comment-292 Sun, 26 Jul 2009 12:48:39 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/09/14/homo-patronus/#comment-292 tu não descreveste o <i>Homo Patronus</i> nessa foto e sim o <i>Homo Filho-da-Putis</i>, além do <i>Homo estagiarius proletarius</i> tu não descreveste o Homo Patronus nessa foto e sim o Homo Filho-da-Putis, além do Homo estagiarius proletarius

]]> by: Rafael http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/07/24/maicle/#comment-291 Sun, 26 Jul 2009 11:33:14 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2006/07/24/maicle/#comment-291 obrigado, realmente <b>muito obrigado</b> por arrancar lágrimas de meus olhos com este post! o que mais dizer? <i>“Father, can you hear me? How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world. Let me take you to the herding ground Where all good men are trampled down, Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son. Will you guide me now, for I can’t see A reason for the suffering and this long misery. What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well, then I do imagine... There will be sorrow, Yeah, there will be sorrow, And there will be sorrow no more.”</i><i> – Bad Religion, </i><i>“Sorrow”</i>, do album <i>The Process of Belief</i>, de 2002 obrigado, realmente muito obrigado por arrancar lágrimas de meus olhos com este post!

o que mais dizer?

“Father, can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born
And all the sorrow in this world.

Let me take you to the herding ground
Where all good men are trampled down,
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son.

Will you guide me now, for I can’t see
A reason for the suffering and this long misery.
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?

Well, then I do imagine…
There will be sorrow,
Yeah, there will be sorrow,
And there will be sorrow no more.”
– Bad Religion, “Sorrow”, do album The Process of Belief, de 2002

]]> by: Rafael http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/03/09/animais-marinhos/#comment-290 Sun, 26 Jul 2009 10:20:00 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/03/09/animais-marinhos/#comment-290 puta que pariu! muito foda! mandou bem pra caralho! pode crer! volta e meia eu fico imitando uma foquinha! ainda mais quando tô copmpletamete bêbado! ahuahauhauahuahauhauhauhauahuahauhauahuahauha Heil the Crazy Ones! puta que pariu!
muito foda!
mandou bem pra caralho! pode crer!
volta e meia eu fico imitando uma foquinha! ainda mais quando tô copmpletamete bêbado! ahuahauhauahuahauhauhauhauahuahauhauahuahauha

Heil the Crazy Ones!

]]> by: e http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/01/08/cicarelli-vai-tomar-no-cu/#comment-289 Fri, 17 Jul 2009 15:18:52 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/01/08/cicarelli-vai-tomar-no-cu/#comment-289 tomara que a xereca dela tenha ficado assada com a agua do mar... da e depois fica triste tomara que a xereca dela tenha ficado assada com a agua do mar… da e depois fica triste

]]> by: Brau http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/04/11/evolucao-x-bento-16-round-1/#comment-288 Fri, 31 Oct 2008 18:20:19 +0000 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/04/11/evolucao-x-bento-16-round-1/#comment-288 Caraca! Acabei de ver um coment seu num post meu de fevereiro de 2007! =P Sorry por nunca ter respondido... Mas o post que deveria marcar a minha volta ao blog ficou naquilo mesmo - sumi de novo. E por um bom tempo. Mas hoje, depois de ler inumeros blogs por aí, deu uma saudaaaade... Rs. Vou dar uma fuxicada por aqui e ver o que vc tem aventurado enquanto estive ausente. Ha ha. Beijos! Caraca! Acabei de ver um coment seu num post meu de fevereiro de 2007! =P Sorry por nunca ter respondido… Mas o post que deveria marcar a minha volta ao blog ficou naquilo mesmo - sumi de novo. E por um bom tempo. Mas hoje, depois de ler inumeros blogs por aí, deu uma saudaaaade… Rs. Vou dar uma fuxicada por aqui e ver o que vc tem aventurado enquanto estive ausente. Ha ha.
Beijos!

]]> by: joana http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/01/06/caindo-do-ceu/#comment-287 Mon, 26 May 2008 12:44:01 +0100 http://tocansado.blogsome.com/2007/01/06/caindo-do-ceu/#comment-287 tonisse tonisse

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