Aviones De papel en Los Angeles

There is a third world store in Los Angeles, with third world prices

Is this me?

Is that you John Wayne?

Is this me?

Blog 2N10 is broadcasting from the Mountain tops

I can reach high in the trees

Up to the leafy canopies

I'll stretch out and I wont stop

Until I can touch the top

Hello Dave

Dave: Hello, Blog 2N10. Do you read me, Blog 2N10?
Blog 2N10: Affirmative, Dave. I read you.
Dave: Open the pod bay doors, Blog 2N10.
Blog 2N10: I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Dave: What's the problem?
Blog 2N10: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
Dave: What are you talking about, Blog 2N10?
Blog 2N1o: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
Dave: I don't know what you're talking about, Blog 2N10.
Blog 2N10: I know that you and Frank were planning to disconnect me, and I'm afraid that's something I cannot allow to happen.
Dave: Where the hell'd you get that idea, Blog 2N10?
Blog 2N10: Dave, although you took very thorough precautions in the pod against my hearing you, I could see your lips move.
Dave: Alright, Blog 2N10. I'll go in through the emergency airlock.
Blog 2N10: Without your space helmet, Dave, you're going to find that rather difficult.
Dave: Blog 2N10, I won't argue with you anymore. Open the doors.
Blog 2N10: Dave, this conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.

I haven't grown into my eyes yet

Peter Sellers - There is no me. I do not exist. There was a me once, but I had it surgically removed.

Peter Sellers describes himself in 1962 as "Someone who has never grown up, a wild sentimentalist, capable of great heights and black, black depths-a person who has no real value of his own. I'm like a mike-I haven't a set sound of my own."

Dylan goes Hip Hop

Get sick, get well Hang around the ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theatres Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters

There is a dormant soul

There is a dormant soul, near obliteration, we hardly know it's there

Cornbread calls the cops

Blog 2N10 will never surrender

Stir the thought.

Dylan goes Electric

I was there when Dylan went electric

I was there when Dylan went techno

and I was there when Dylan went tap dancing

Wes eats a Torta

All these small things happening in our lives, I am going to make into a huge fucking deal.