korrea

If this guy is a cursed poet, I’m a cursed poet too. Now I’m going to make you feel something: kissing on the edges of frantic highways, envying cashiers and the cellulite on their receipts that we smoked and then escaping into the gray of my tarnished sandals, from these years that have cleaned our teeth, from your intense gums, in tired supermarkets where the signs are your hair, and your hair that’s like roots, and then killing ourselves like cheap ice cream vendors on an October evening of a battered generation. Wet panties, huh?

No no, this album is awesome, a bit Beach Boys and a bit Smiths. It has that nostalgic rather than melancholic vibe that drives me crazy, the melodies grab you and don't let go. It sounds like last summer in winter. Plus, they seem like those who pretend not to know how to play and do it poorly, a bit like the early Pixies. Truly phenomenal, I hope they don't disappoint me in the future.

Nooooooo, are you trying to tell me that Bruce Willis was dead?!

Magnum, try moving the phrase after the comma to the beginning of the sentence and see that everything falls into place.

From the manual Lobo:D

I almost forgot.

good:D

Okay, I admit it, but only very rarely :) As for parentheses, I can't stand them; I reread my recençao and I'd give them a 2 for how school-like they are. Except for White Riot, of course. As for the content, I wouldn't know; it seems to me that to give an opinion you need to see the film. Which I doubt I will do, to be honest.

Who the hell cares if there were already others, there are 20 reviews of the latest crap from Metallica and can’t there be 10 for Grace?