CANSADO...
Tenho notado na blogosphere que postar letras de música expressa bem o estado de espírito dos bloggers. Então, para ilustrar melhor como me incomoda o calote de uma agência de publicidade, manifesto. Algum tempo atrás, fiz dois storyboards pelo preço de um (detalhe: sem taxa de urgência porque peguei o freelance em questão para dar uma força a um amigo)... E ainda não fui pago. Como você acha que eu devo me sentir numa situação dessas, Joãozinho?

Mudvayne - Dig

I would love to beat the face,
Of any motherfucker that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the motherfuckin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me,
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while you try
To fuck me

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain't fuckin' changing me

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the Glock up to your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank fuck

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin' on a motherfuckin' tailpipe
Dead man dangling from a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bob away