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i scream
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i have no mouth and i must scream
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also called: farting
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well, that's your area of expertise :P
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a warm summer evening on a bright hill at 17.48, beneath the shades of an old oak tree..., with sweet sounds caressing my soul...
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and though the sound of birds smoothen in delight of my soul, and the wind carries the sweet smell of flowers, i look inside of me, and discover that nothing i do is made of life...
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and only after the sound of the birds has gone, and the wind started to blow heavily, i found myself lost and alone, pondering with the passing of each minute, the choices that i made, and how the past won't let go of me.
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and as the past reentered my soul shifting away from eternity, i lowered my hat and opened my eyes seeking tomorrow
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tommorow, though, looked grim indeed and after a few slow steps i became nauseous. i stopped for a quick breath of cool night air and i realised what should have been my first question since the beggining of the evening : where the f*** is my left arm?
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ce faceti ba aicea? compuneri?
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da,compuneri...
after discovering that i had lost the helping tool of every-day's life, i seemed never to be same again... and yet, the past feelings that i had went through the previous day sticked like a a wet leaf to to the ground of my concious, and i asked, how a human can undergo such strage happenings of the soul, and yet being confronted with the physical harm fo reality...? |
but it was too late and too cold so nobody answered. grabbed my backpack with the only functional arm i had left and started to walk. slowly, as i passed over the falling leaves, the clouds broke and a hot summer rain started to pour down on me. and as the purifying water from above made its way through, soaking me, i made my decision : i would find the ones responsible for this, and make them suffer, as i did.
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as vengeance animated me to walk and forget the misfortunes of the previous days, my right arm felt a need for sexuality too long enclosed beneath the stone carapace of my breast, my head began to ache and i felt a sudden and irremediable urge to conquer and maintain supremacy over my body
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deci ai inceput sa o dai in laba....sau cum?
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:lol: nu in laba. doar din cola in fanta.
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8)
and as the sky turned creamy and my eyes got blurry i finally accomplished my task of freeing my thoughts into the aether, disssapearing forth beneath the bright horizon, i finally came to know the meaning of inner fulfilment, never granted by vengeance or scorn but by mankind itself |
'twas morning when i arrived home, after my little schizoid episode in the park. faced with the difficulties of taking out the key from my backpack with only one arm, i wondered if it is really worth it. soon though, the prospect of a bubble bath and sucombing to the delights that only the purest of heavenly nectars, the wine, has to offer, helped me make my decision.
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Originally Posted by Longshot:
i pushed the door back a little, by popular demand, and stepped in. a vaguely lit corridor and an empty bottle greeted my arrival in silence. as i proceeded further, causing the dust to emerge and rise from the floor behind me, anger rose, for i was mistaken by myself. |
this is f*ucked up right here
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pre lungi asociatile.ma plictis sa le citesc :P
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fine. here : pussy
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Beyond the simplicity of 5 letters, popular interest reveals its hideous face
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turbovampiregryzzlybellydancer
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si daca as intelege si eu de ce nu imi arata poza ce bine ar fi!
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dar eu iti vad poza...e un patrat alb cu un x rosu...
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un patrat cu un X no more!! Acum mi-am aratat adevarata fata!
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visions and illusions... nothing but smoke and dust in the shadow of the mind.
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and as the shadow part before light, dust vanishes into nothing more than a memory...
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what, like RAM?
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shakram
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shukaran
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yet memories whirl in the eternal space of the human percieving, and may return, whenever the time is right.
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History doesn't repeat itself - at best it sometimes rhymes (Mark Twain)
The past may not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme (Mark Twain) Who do you agree with? Mark Twain or Mark Twain? |
u agree with me!
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Here's something I totally agree with...
It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more. (Love Poem - Richard Brautigan) |
ohhhh... there are peolpe among us, who know how to feel... niiiice.
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hey, i know how to feel too. drunk, e drept, dar hey.
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You may rezoloot till the cows come home.
(World of Quotes - John Hay) |
yeah but the bell on their neck ding-dongs too much
(asociatii diverse - longshot :D ) |
kurt vonnegut.... this is pretty impressive over here... asociatii...diverse :D
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diverse asociatiuni
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obligatiuni diverse
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examen la drept civil - teoria generala a obligatiilor - 7 iulie 2005
traume... |
neah. d.p.i. -ul e mult mai nashpa
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"To view and purchase NASPA (National Association of Student Personnel
Administrators) publications, select from categories on the left column"... :) |
application-deadline for FAMU, 30. 04. 2005... hurry up.
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what's FAMU, precioussss?
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to be exact:
Filmova a Televizni Fakulta Akademie Muzickych Umeny. |
rumanie..
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ce-ti doresc io tie
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