CUCHILLO

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, a warm smell of galiters rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night. 

There she stood in the doorway. I heard a mission bell and I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell. Then she lit up the candle and she showed me the way. There were voices down the corridor. 
I thought I heard them say. Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely place. Plenty of room at the Hotel California. Any time of year, you can find it here. Her mind was tiffly twisted.

MAXIMUS TWISTED

BBL DRIZZY BPM 150.mp3

twenty one pilots-midwest indigo

twenty one pilots-routines in the night

twenty one pilots-vignette

clancy-twenty one pilots(full album)

ATHM-TRANXMUTACION

ATHM-CAVIDAD

ATHM-YERMO

MY WAY

MY WAY

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