my 12 page paper is due tomorrow and i still have 5 pages to write, this isn't good I've been trying to write this all week, and i can't write anymore. My eyes are starting to close
one day.....i'll be able to sing the mexican national anthem in it's entirety. "Mexicanos al gritto de guerra!" i think that's how the first line goes.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
reno_ruelas wrote:one day.....i'll be able to sing the mexican national anthem in it's entirety. "Mexicanos al gritto de guerra!" i think that's how the first line goes.
*ahem* you spelled a word wrong it's grito, not gritto. and yes, that's the first line of the anthem.
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
reno_ruelas wrote:one day.....i'll be able to sing the mexican national anthem in it's entirety. "Mexicanos al gritto de guerra!" i think that's how the first line goes.
*ahem* you spelled a word wrong it's grito, not gritto. and yes, that's the first line of the anthem.
yeah, i can't write/type spanish very well.
mmmmm, frosty. what flavor? goats milk?
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown