KiNGPiNG

Supongo que podría estar bastante cabreado con lo que me pasó, pero cuesta seguir enfadado cuando hay tanta belleza en el mundo, a veces siento como si la contemplase toda a la vez y me abruma, mi corazón se hincha como un globo que está a punto de estallar, pero recuerdo que debo relajarme y no aferrarme demasiado a ella y entonces fluye a través de mí como la lluvia y no siento otra cosa que gratitud por cada instante de mi estúpida e insignificante vida.
No tienen ni idea de lo que les hablo seguro, pero no se preocupen, algún día la tendrán.

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Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near Tanhauser Gate. All those ... moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time ... to die.

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I understand. You found paradise in America, had a good trade, made a good living. The police protected you; and there were courts of law. And you didn't need a friend of me. But now you come to me and you say "Don Corleone give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder, for money.

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You came own your own,
and that's how you will leave,
with hope in your hands,
and air to breathe.

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In the end all you can hope for
is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through

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