Era el otro

Calor. Mucho calor. Ruido. Mucho ruido. Ganas de mear. Muchas ganas de mear. Hambre. Mucha hambre. Estoy tan gordo que antes se ha roto mi cama del peso que tenía que soportar. Y no paro de sudar, me ahorro la sauna, eso está bien. Mear. Ya no hay ganas de mear. Voy a escribir poco que estoy cansado, me duelen los dos brazos, el pecho, el estómago, un hematoma que tengo por causa de un mordisco en la tripa (es lo que más me duele) y la espalda. En su lugar os pondré la descripción de wikipedia de Ignatius Farray. Hasta que alguien lo edite su descripción es:

Cómico nacido en Canarias, se hizo famoso en la cadena Paramount Comedy en el programa: "Nuevos comicos", actualmente participa en "Nuevos comicos", "La Hora chanante" y "La noche sin tregua". Tiene una manera de hablar muy particular y una bonita barba; es un hombre 10

Imagino que con el tiempo cambiarán la descripción. La última frase es grandiosa. Efectivamente es un hombre 10.

Y para acabar dos baladitas magníficas y sus letras.

HURT - Johny Cash, originalmente de Nine inch nails

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
[Chorus:]What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
[Chorus:]What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

MAD WORLD - Gary Jules, originalmente de Tears for fears

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

Voy a intentar estudiar algo, si el ruido me deja. Si, he puesto la letra de las dos canciones para rellenar y que pareciera que había escrito mucho.