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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

libertatea in viziunea mea proprie

Posted by kalashnikovworm at 12:44 PM
Labels: cuantic, de pe front, istorie, manipulare, nietzsche, or something..., reflectii/refractii, so me, super-tare, vorbe de sf duh

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buy a gun

He said I'm going to buy this place and burn it down I'm going to put it six feet underground He said I'm going to buy this place and watch it fall Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls Oh I'm going to buy this place and start a fire Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires Because I'm going to buy this place and see it burn Do back the things it did to you in return Ah, ah, ah He said Oh I'm going to buy a gun and start a war If you can tell me something worth fighting for Oh and I'm going to buy this place, that's what I said Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head to the head. honey All the movements you're starting to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without a traceA nd they call as they beckon you on They said start as you mean to go on Start as you mean to go on He said I'm going to buy this place and see it go Stand here beside my baby watch the orange glow Some'll laugh and some just sit and cry But you just sit down there and you wonder why So I'm going to buy a gun and start a war If you can tell me something worth fighting for And I'm going to buy this place, that's what I said Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head And honey All the movements you're starting to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without a trace And they call as they beckon you on They said start as you mean to go on As you mean to go on, as you mean to go on So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane When am I going to see that pretty face again Meet me on the road, meet me where I said Blame it all upon A rush of blood to the head

cuvintele

cuvintele nu sunt de ajutor intelesului tainic, de fiecare data totul devine putin altfel, putin fals, putin nebunesc; da, si asta e bine, eu incuviintez si asta, faptul ca pentru un om este un lucru de pret si un dar al intelepciunii ceea ce altuia i se infatiseaza ca o nebunie.
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