sobre la semana del mal humor

"How many times do I have to say
To get away, get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling

You got your game, made your shot
And you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling"

(Get gone - Fiona Apple)

so, IT should disappear from here...

from my mind... but today is its fucking day...

so could i forget IT? hhhhhaaaaaaa, i love to call you IT.

PS. rape and acid for you!