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Es la película favorita de mi hija, la ve casi diario, por dios, ja!

Espera a ver Mononone Hime o Porco Rosso o El castillo ambulante….!

, No. That’s pretty shttiy man you’re like his fucking idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied toRemember when we met in Denver you said if I’d write youyou would write back see I’m just like you in a wayI never knew my father neither;he used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you’re saying in your songsso when I have a shttiy day, I drift away and put em oncause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell itMy girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one doesShe don’t know what it was like for people like us growin upYou gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever loseSincerely yours, Stan P.S.We should be together tooDear Mister-I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,this’ll be the last package I ever send your assIt’s been six months and still no word I don’t deserve it?I know you got my last two letters;I wrote the addresses on em perfectSo this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear itI’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freewayHey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?You know the song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowningbut didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowningNow it’s too late I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsyand all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wallI love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you SCREAM about itI hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can’t BREATHE without meSee Slim; Shut up bitch! I’m trying to talk! Oracion exclamativaHey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunkbut I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like youcause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die tooWell, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busyYou said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter thatand here’s an autograph for your brother,I wrote it on the Starter capI’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed youDon’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss youBut what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that shit just clowning dog,c’mon how fucked up is you?

, No. That’s pretty sihtty man you’re like his fucking idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied toRemember when we met in Denver you said if I’d write youyou would write back see I’m just like you in a wayI never knew my father neither;he used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you’re saying in your songsso when I have a sihtty day, I drift away and put em oncause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell itMy girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one doesShe don’t know what it was like for people like us growin upYou gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever loseSincerely yours, Stan P.S.We should be together tooDear Mister-I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,this’ll be the last package I ever send your assIt’s been six months and still no word I don’t deserve it?I know you got my last two letters;I wrote the addresses on em perfectSo this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear itI’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freewayHey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?You know the song by Phil Collins, In the Air of the Night about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowningbut didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowningNow it’s too late I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsyand all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wallI love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you SCREAM about itI hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can’t BREATHE without meSee Slim; Shut up bitch! I’m trying to talk! Oracion exclamativaHey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunkbut I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like youcause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die tooWell, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busyYou said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter thatand here’s an autograph for your brother,I wrote it on the Starter capI’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed youDon’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss youBut what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that shit just clowning dog,c’mon how fucked up is you?