“I was the same chick, because I’ve been her forever, and I know her, and she ain’t no star: she’s lonely, or she’s good at something. I have to get undressed after the show, my clothes are ruined, my heels are run through, my underwear is ripped, my body’s strained from my clothes, my hair’s stringy, I got a headache and I got to go home, and I’m lonely, and my clothes are all fucked up, my shoes have come apart, and I’m pleading with my road manager to please give me a ride home, please, please, just so I can take these fuckin’ clothes off, and that ain’t no star, man, that’s just a person.”
No me excita cagar en el mar.
La ignorancia es el martirio de los justos de palabra y los bien encaminados de acciones.
