nu e chiar ca la phenian

da na...

tot parada militara se numeste.

laitmotive

sunt doua:
withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy
when seagulls follow the trawler it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea

in beauty:as november dies

meet me as november dies beneath the rain-patterned skies.
(de la john may & azure-oblivion)

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sunt un blogger important pentru ca dau primul stirea:asemblaru' lu' marin(pentru cunoscatori texanu') ii cu colega test!asta e o stire la fel de importatnta ca si cea legata de ponta.

sei l'orizzonte che mi accoglie quando mi allontano

cine te-a invatat ca nimic nu se poate schimba... vroia doar un alt sclav!

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There was this English butler out in India. One day, he goes in the dining room and what does he see under the table ? A tiger. Not turning a hair, he goes straight to the drawing room. "Hum, hum. Excuse me, my lord," and whispering, so as not to upset the ladies : "I'm very sorry my lord. There appears to be a tiger in the dining room. Perhaps his Lordship will permit use of the twelve bores ?" They go on drinking their tea. And then, there's three gunshots. Well, they don't think nothing of it, this being out in India where they're used to anything. When the butler is back to refresh the teapots, he says, cool as a cucumber : "Dinner will be served at the usual time, my lord. And I am pleased to say there will be no discernible traces left of the recent occurence by that time." There will be no discernible traces of the recent occurrence by that time!

here i go again

goin' down the only road I've ever known
( are you wild and willin', or is it just for show?)