Por acaso, voce ja viu ou tentou fazer "Scratch" em Fita cassette ??? Esse cara fez e conseguiu. Que trampo !!!Pvar gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E")); try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3856495-3");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}Pvar gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E")); try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3856495-3");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {} In a sweet voice with seduction laced with its tongue, the sight sings a ripe song.In a creaking box, sighs were killedAnd skin seeped in a timeless greed was exposed.A shaking sensuality.The rough rope bites into the skin.In painful pleasure, I close my eyes and wish for punishment Just to feel happy.The spider creeps and gently injects its venom. A shocking paradox.The mark of an abusive love. A feast of despotism.A fluid runs sensually down my leg.Please give me a sexual stimulus.Look at this broken sense. Everything I see looks like love.In a heap of pleasure, layers of voices echo from a shady place.I become a butterfly that dances around a flower. My heart is snatched away.I open my lips as soon as I feel the tip of your finger.In a trance where I'm touched by you and want to be aroused by youI cling to this hazy love just to make sure it's real.A body that craves abnormal things will repeat this disgraceful behavior.The once sensual pleasure turns into lonelinessAnd the senses that should understand, changes.It turns into hatred, doesn't it.But to feel that proof of being loved, sometimes I'll beg for this paradox.I taste honey on the tip of my tongue. Just a drop leaking through.I submit to the indignity that I shamefully desire.With my sensually glazed mouth I swallowed the sinful, deep love.My heart is ruined by the want to satisfy and to be satisfied.I become a butterfly that dances around a flower. My heart is snatched away.I open my lips as soon as I feel the tip of your finger.In a trance where I'm touched by you and want to be aroused by youI cling to this hazy love just to make sure it's real.It's a disturbing sensation to be charmed by the vivid bruises and the pain that comes with it. Comecemos assim, com um titulo totalmente nominal, completamente abominavel no jornalismo por nao ser verbal. Mas quem liga para isso quando se escreve em um blog que nada tem de jornalistico? Pensei em fazer materias esportivas e de musica, mas desencanei e criei um outro blog apenas para o que mais gosto de fazer.O motivo dessa introducao apenas se deve porque ja estou na contagem regressiva desse semestre infinito. Adoro jornalismo, mas nao da para aguentar as vertentes da comunicacao social, como Teorias da Comunicacao I ou entao das areas que agregam no curso, como Ciencias Politicas (que ate e legal... mas a professora totalmente fora do eixo). A semana apenas chegou ao seu meio e ja estou cansado de tudo. E assim. Resumi em poucas linhas aquilo que eu deveria enrolar por essa postagem inteira.Algumas noticias me agradaram bastante hoje.