Self-loathing in São Paulo.


poema em minha homenagem:

There once was a girl
who was made out of junk.
She looked really dirty,
and she smelled like a skunk.

She was always unhappy
or in one of her slumps -
perhaps cause she spent
so much time down in the dumps.

The only bright moment
was from a guy named Stan.
He was the neighborhood
garbage man.

He loved her a lot
and made a marriage proposal,
but she'd already thrown herself
down a garbage disposal.

(junk girl - tim burton)