what does it mean to be plastico? could it be, like Blades and Colon tell us, that which melts in the sun? So what if that sun, err, were emotions? U know, what flows from the crevices of a woman's breast...ah yes, take a deep breath: te presento: emociones.
oye, chico plastico, con su pistola en tu mano, how do you blanket feelings so well?
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