Wednesday, March 2, 2011

ef þú fyrirgefur mér gallana, ást ef ég má svo kalla hana.



Byrjaði í átaki í gær. Nýtt matar- og lyftingarprógram og ég get svo svarið ykkur það að ég get ekki lyft skólatöskunni minni úr harðsperrum! Verður spennandi að sjá hvernig þetta gengur, ég er "all in" á þetta átak líka.

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Beautiful boys

Born illegitimately
To a whore, most likely
He became an orphan
Oh what a lovely orphan he was
Sent to the reformatory
Ten years old, was his first glory
Got caught stealing from a nun
Now his love story had begun

Thirty years he spent wandering
A devil's child with dove wings
He went to prison
In every country he set foot in
Oh how he loved prison
How awfully lovely was prison

All those beautiful boys
Pimps and queens and criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears


His greatest love was executed
The pure romance was undisputed
Angelic hoodlums and holy ones.


ég elska coco rosie, lögin þeirra eru dásamleg.
græt mig enþá oft í svefn að hafa ekki farið á tónleikana þegar þær voru hérna á landinu, held í vonina að þeim detti í hug að mæta hérna á airwaves.


who doesn't?

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