Wake me up

when December ends

Countdown: 3 days to go

Dear Santa:

I used to believe you did not exist but now I really have my doubts. If it was actually you that sent me such a great gift, then you probably are high on Red Bull and drugs, but hey, thank you! I had not appreciated the holidays so much until you showed me what a great time you can have if they happen to be on Fridays. 

New Year's Eve is gonna rip, so feel free to come by anytime because we will probably be really wasted and it would be so much fun if you came! Be sure to put on the red costume because otherwise we might confuse you with Leo's dealer-he has got some presents for us too.

Anyway, if you got some acid left from the time you said your deers took you flying around the world on a sleigh full of packages to deliver-yeah, man, that is what we call a trip-, take some with you to the park on the 1st because we could really use some.

If you decide not to come by please reply this letter-don't worry, I am going to be too smacked to remember so I will not tell anyone-and tell me what happened to you the years before, and what happened to you now that you decided to finally start listening to my pleas.

Love always,

Al

PS: I know it is a beer belly that you have there, what reminds me of the peruvian place in front of the public hospital that sells booze even at 4am on Christmas day and my desire of thanking you from the bottom of my heart for the many things that you gave me last night, and that will last forever, or until chinese markets are open 24/7.

Sorry, wrong picture. 

Yeah, that was the one. And yeah, that's a roach clip.

All I want for Christmas is

YOU

MONEY

It's lonely at the bottom, Man, it's dizzy at the top
But if you're standing in the middle, Ain't no way you're gonna stop

You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down

You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down

to a night the three of us will never forget

PATRICIO, SAL DEL CLOSET!

Atte.: La urruca de plaza cesamo

Don't need 


this system

We can leave it if we try
Shoot up everything we see
             And we'll write it on the wall

I hope you die

Manipulation

Just to form an alibi
You're the prototype for me

  And if heaven wants to take us 

they can try

HELLO, WE'RE A MAJOR-LABEL CORPORATE ROCK

SELL OUTS

ROBERTO, HE VUELTO