My eternal and Mirna beloved:
I can still remember your face ruddy and contour of your hair jet black contrasting with the faint rays of the setting sun. These blissful hours spent on that hill forever green, hearing the embarrassing tunes emanating from our boombox. And those funny recurring comments that accompanied these songs yours repetitive, I always celebrated with renewed delight, while I stroked his shoulder.
I am reminded of the time I trusted you hated the beard type lock, as we listened to Mudhoney. Remember that trip we took to the worst grunge albums, only to laugh at them for hours? We mofábamos noting that we gave a lot of life style that David Geffen and eat it raw MTV, the album "Big Top Halloween" by Afghan Whigs, "Full size boy" from Bivouac, "Freak Show" , Silverchair, and in general, from all his work from that gang of woodcutters class-B of the Northwest Coast American to be depressed in their distaste of villagers, full speed to the core of cheap and bad mix of glam-rock and post-punk. Once, we almost lost the sense when listening to Candlebox and Fecal Matter. We were dying of laughter, my baby, but today the term sounds scary and total lack of respect.
Sure ... We especially desternillábamos with Hole, and openly, the "widow of grunge", the queen of the bland genre called "riot grrrl" the opportunistic and mediocre golddigger Courtney Love. It was early nineties, remember? The time when she destroyed a
Nirvana and ... Ah, but what I would have to change that that time could stay forever? Who would not want to give everything to return if only for a few minutes to complete that period of rejoicing? But today, nearly two decades of quiet and unapproachable those moments, I find myself here in this decrepit cemetery, looking impassive melancholy your grave, praying to heaven to come back now to tell you yet again how angry the people who write black backpacks with Liquid-Paper.
You left a week ago, after many years of happiness seemed so meager, and not yet out of my astonishment. It was in our department where the unthinkable happened. I will emphasized throughout when we were mature and that "we were not for those jogging." I can not understand why you insisting on Soulseek-get-through issues still unpublished Hole's new album. "We needed? All for wanting to relive the days of continuous laughter live on that hill? Yes, well that Courtney had not released an album of Hole in twelve years and you were dying to know what it was. "" Died, "said? Sure, and boy did it!, Because you literally died of laughter, love. Since input
smiled to see that "Nobody's daughter 'reproduced images queens beheaded Marie Antoinette, Anne Boleyn, reaffirming the bloody side of the ex-diva, who is reputed to have had something to do with the tragic end of Kurt Cobain. "The criticism behead?" kidding.
and spitting out the wine before a loud laugh when you read that Billy Corgan and Linda Perry (producer of Kelly Osbourne) were involved in the manufacture of this scam studied full of distortion.
But then, with the passing of humorous songs with ridiculous titles such as "Skinny little bitch", "Someone else's bed", "Never go hungry" and "How dirty girls get clean" (Are they autobiographical?), You went suffocating, unable to stop your fun. Is that these issues, full of false insolence and full of easy money, did not convince anyone.
"If Courtney had edited this joke as a soloist, go and go, but have put the label is too grotesque Hole," cried increasingly livid about the lack of air. Almost
finishing the album, and after so much frenzy, reaching the pinnacle, seeing as one possessed, and then it was too late, lost balance and fell to the carpet fulminated.
A sardonic grin was imprinted on your face and so wanted you to ensure, despite to your parents I thundered with his disapproving eyes, trying to compose your face to close the coffin.
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Epitaph: Farewell, My Love. Yes, laugh for all eternity, because I did not do it again.
swear that when I return to pair, I will do with someone who mocks the music. I could not stand again what happened to you. And believe me I'll start to hear things much more serious. In this regard, someone suggested the last album of Alice In Chains, while another warned me and I shall meet you in less than a rooster crows.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Los Angeles, Courtney Love laughs at this letter. (Laughs heartily.)
I can still remember your face ruddy and contour of your hair jet black contrasting with the faint rays of the setting sun. These blissful hours spent on that hill forever green, hearing the embarrassing tunes emanating from our boombox. And those funny recurring comments that accompanied these songs yours repetitive, I always celebrated with renewed delight, while I stroked his shoulder.
I am reminded of the time I trusted you hated the beard type lock, as we listened to Mudhoney. Remember that trip we took to the worst grunge albums, only to laugh at them for hours? We mofábamos noting that we gave a lot of life style that David Geffen and eat it raw MTV, the album "Big Top Halloween" by Afghan Whigs, "Full size boy" from Bivouac, "Freak Show" , Silverchair, and in general, from all his work from that gang of woodcutters class-B of the Northwest Coast American to be depressed in their distaste of villagers, full speed to the core of cheap and bad mix of glam-rock and post-punk. Once, we almost lost the sense when listening to Candlebox and Fecal Matter. We were dying of laughter, my baby, but today the term sounds scary and total lack of respect.
Sure ... We especially desternillábamos with Hole, and openly, the "widow of grunge", the queen of the bland genre called "riot grrrl" the opportunistic and mediocre golddigger Courtney Love. It was early nineties, remember? The time when she destroyed a
Nirvana and ... Ah, but what I would have to change that that time could stay forever? Who would not want to give everything to return if only for a few minutes to complete that period of rejoicing? But today, nearly two decades of quiet and unapproachable those moments, I find myself here in this decrepit cemetery, looking impassive melancholy your grave, praying to heaven to come back now to tell you yet again how angry the people who write black backpacks with Liquid-Paper.
You left a week ago, after many years of happiness seemed so meager, and not yet out of my astonishment. It was in our department where the unthinkable happened. I will emphasized throughout when we were mature and that "we were not for those jogging." I can not understand why you insisting on Soulseek-get-through issues still unpublished Hole's new album. "We needed? All for wanting to relive the days of continuous laughter live on that hill? Yes, well that Courtney had not released an album of Hole in twelve years and you were dying to know what it was. "" Died, "said? Sure, and boy did it!, Because you literally died of laughter, love. Since input
smiled to see that "Nobody's daughter 'reproduced images queens beheaded Marie Antoinette, Anne Boleyn, reaffirming the bloody side of the ex-diva, who is reputed to have had something to do with the tragic end of Kurt Cobain. "The criticism behead?" kidding.
and spitting out the wine before a loud laugh when you read that Billy Corgan and Linda Perry (producer of Kelly Osbourne) were involved in the manufacture of this scam studied full of distortion.
But then, with the passing of humorous songs with ridiculous titles such as "Skinny little bitch", "Someone else's bed", "Never go hungry" and "How dirty girls get clean" (Are they autobiographical?), You went suffocating, unable to stop your fun. Is that these issues, full of false insolence and full of easy money, did not convince anyone.
"If Courtney had edited this joke as a soloist, go and go, but have put the label is too grotesque Hole," cried increasingly livid about the lack of air. Almost
finishing the album, and after so much frenzy, reaching the pinnacle, seeing as one possessed, and then it was too late, lost balance and fell to the carpet fulminated.
A sardonic grin was imprinted on your face and so wanted you to ensure, despite to your parents I thundered with his disapproving eyes, trying to compose your face to close the coffin.
n
Epitaph: Farewell, My Love. Yes, laugh for all eternity, because I did not do it again.
swear that when I return to pair, I will do with someone who mocks the music. I could not stand again what happened to you. And believe me I'll start to hear things much more serious. In this regard, someone suggested the last album of Alice In Chains, while another warned me and I shall meet you in less than a rooster crows.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Los Angeles, Courtney Love laughs at this letter. (Laughs heartily.)
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Teens and older grew and Hole fans are dead or dying. So who could they sell this?
OTHER identical copies: there.
ANTIDOTE: "Live Through This" (1994).
