jueves, 11 de diciembre de 2008

lunes, 8 de diciembre de 2008

Un testito

Traído del blog de laparca y del de .::Oskuridad::., aquí tenéis un pequeño test... a la inversa, contestadlo en los comentarios ^__^


1. Tu nombre:
2. Edad:
3. Soltero o "casado":
4. Película favorita:
5. Canción favorita:
6. Grupo o cantante favorito:
7. Limpio o desordenado:
8. Tatuajes y/o piercings:
9. Comida favorita:
10.Muñeca favorita:


Y AHORA LAS PREGUNTAS INTERESANTES ... ... ...

1. Nos conocemos fuera de mi blog?
2. Cuál es tu filosofía de la vida?
3. Me defenderías en una pelea?
4. Me ocultarías algo si creyeras que sería bueno para mí?
5. Tu recuerdo favorito de nosotros dos?
6. Me donarías un riñón?
7. Dime algo raro/interesante sobre ti:
8. Te ocuparías de mí si estuviera enfermo?
9. Podemos quedar un día y hacer un pastel?
10. Has oído algún rumor sobre mí últimamente?
11. Hablas o has hablado mal de mí?
12. Crees que soy una buena persona?
13. Viajarías en coche conmigo por todo el país?
14. Crees que soy atractivo?
15. Si pudieras cambiar algo de mí, lo harías?
16. Qué te pones para dormir?
17. Vendrías a mi casa sin ninguna razón, sólo para estar conmigo?
18. Saldrías conmigo si te lo pidiera?
19. Si sólo me quedara un día de vida, qué haríamos juntos?
20. Pegarás esto en tu blog para que pueda contestarte?

domingo, 7 de diciembre de 2008

March of the Sinister Ducks - The Sinister Ducks

March of the Sinister Ducks

by The Sinister Ducks
The March of the Sinister Ducks was written, performed, and recorded by The Sinister Ducks, a band who included Alan Moore the comic book writer, Alex Green and David J from Bauhaus. It was released in 1983. (UK links: Alan Moore, Bauhaus)

Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Soft downy feathers and nice little wings.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

But there's a poison I'd like to administer,
You think they're cuddly but I think they're sinister.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

What are they doing at night in the park?
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Think of them waddling about in the dark.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Nasty and small undeserving of life.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
They smirk at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Dressed in black jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Who could deny they'd be better off dead?
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Look closer and you may recoil in surprise,
At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!