Pues sí, realmente inquietante lo de Fletwood Mac.
Gracias querido juan por esos comentarios esclarecedores que nos hacen contemplar de manera distinta a los personajes de ésta nuestra realidad social.
Me imagino al bueno de Barry aspirando via rectal y llenando sus pulmones decir sin respirar The first, the last, my everythingAnd the answer to all my dreamsYou're my sun, my moon, my guiding starMy kind of wonderful, that's what you areI know there's only, only one like youThere's no way they could have made twoYou're all I'm living forYour love I'll keep for evermoreYou're the first, your the last, my everything, coger aire retro-anal y seguir.. And with you I've found so many thingsA love so new only you could bringCan't you see it's youYou make me feel this wayYou're like a fresh morning dew on a brand new dayI see so many ways that ICan love you till the day I dieYou're my reality, yet I'm lost in a-a-a a dreamYou're the first, the last, my everything.
Ahh, querido Barry, que grande ere, hihoputa!

Para terminar aquí va un no menos inquietante coño de la artista británica Sarah Lucas, que creo tiene problemas con las personas de su propio sexo



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