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Mike Nichols. “Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?”. 1966
“… The heart began to putrefy
And then the body bloated
As our hair and teeth fell out
We did our best to be devoted
But let's squeeze the maggots from our flesh..”
“How I supposed to forget about you, when there’s garbage on every street”
Natural selection, National un-Trust-worthy.
La miseria de las miserias, el acto miserable implosivo de quienes murieron queriendo y vivieron odiando. Quién teme al verdadero amor. El individuo atrapado en su letal unicidad, vacua, estéril, inane.
“… The heart began to putrefy
And then the body bloated
As our hair and teeth fell out
We did our best to be devoted
But let's squeeze the maggots from our flesh..”
“How I supposed to forget about you, when there’s garbage on every street”
Natural selection, National un-Trust-worthy.
La miseria de las miserias, el acto miserable implosivo de quienes murieron queriendo y vivieron odiando. Quién teme al verdadero amor. El individuo atrapado en su letal unicidad, vacua, estéril, inane.
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