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raining cube /// My Noisy Life: April 2008
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Muie si sacaz/ /. Pentru ca se poate/ /. Cu ocazia "frigului" excesiv, revin la "faza zilei" (o secunda pozata dintre cele 86399 scurse inutil). 90/ /60/ /90/ /. Sunt mai putin inteligeti? Degaja mai multa caldura si racheta teroristului ar putea sa se ia dupa el in loc de avionul lu Tufish? Lebede pe Budabesta/ /. The condition of being free; the power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints/ /. Azi si in urmatoarele zile observam ce inseamna libertatea si "drepturile dronei".
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Poetry Died: The Simple Truth
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Monday, January 7, 2008. A double sin strikes back with rage. Showing its teeth and biting hard. The creature that doesn't have an age. For years, just building anger in its cage. You got it wrong, you've got no wild card. And while you're fighting to survive. With broken legs and bleeding eyes. You start to see what caused your dive. You start to be so painfully alive. Forever despising your natural disguise. Your open wounds tell you a story. And now you know it isn't about luck. Show only posts in:.
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Poetry Died: Sister Ships
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008. A strange and unexpected word. Crawls down between your lips and disappears. It's like the last fall of a bird. That dies while flying through your fears. The word is gone now, but there's no time to quit. So you still hear it, a ghost of silent thoughts. Two rusted sister ships that finally have split. Different time zones, resting in different spots. March 21, 2008 at 1:18 AM. March 21, 2008 at 2:36 AM. So keep going and I'll always be here to encourage you :). Yog - that's me.
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Poetry Died: Masochism refractar
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Şi rupe palnia spre soare. Trage-te tare de picioare. Încuie-ţi uşa de la cap. Ochii aruncă-i în scânteie. Mai dă-ţi apoi un bobârnac. Şi scurge-te ca o crâmpeie. Iar dacă încă totuşi speri. Striveşte-ţi nasul cu lopata. Drenează sânge cu găleata. Întoarce-ţi oasele prin piele. Sparge-ţi dinţii cu pietricele. Jupoaie-ţi pielea cu un ac. Şi astupă-te într-un copac. Cum ai facut şi-n alte seri. De-aici, de-acum, să nu mai ceri. Disturbing visual images. I LIKE IT! Noi promova...
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Poetry Died: Virgin Suicides
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008. All you have got is a fake treasure. Kept on a missing thirteenth floor. A rubber toy gives you the pleasure. That all those warriors are begging for. Too busy snorting dreams and candies. Hateful enough to blindly see. Hot-blooded girls with wicked dandies. Tired enough to set you free. App am pus si eu cateva poezii pe blog. dak vrei, poti sa arunci o privire;). April 4, 2008 at 10:50 PM. I adore the title! Fertile imagination, as usual :D. April 7, 2008 at 1:48 AM.
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Poetry Died: Walking Ears
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Monday, March 3, 2008. A war of sounds takes place in silence. The music beats, the screaming crowd. The moaning horny girls, pure violence. A never-ending fight of which we are so proud. But each and every sound leaves traces. The ear learns and it demands more. Abused and sick of all those places. Being too late to see the door. It would have all been very easy. If we were only walking ears. We could have grown up soft and cheesy. Being afraid of wax, not tears. Awesome, as usual. Show only posts in:.
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Poetry Died: Soul Mechanics
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008. I have the tools to fix you up. Ten dreams of shame and a sledge hammer. You can't resist a dirty cop. I know the type, you're all about the glamour. You reminded me of Orwell's 1984. Have you read it? February 19, 2008 at 11:39 PM. Haven't read the book, but I've seen the movie, if that counts :P. February 20, 2008 at 1:08 AM. Wa333 didnt like the movie at all. however, the book is a masterpiece. Citizen erased(a song by Muse) is inspired from that book. Show only posts in:.
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Everything I love always hurts , Everything I hate I’d rather love , Everything I am is everything I’m not! Thanks for dropping by my blog! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. To stay updated. See you around! By Adriana — Leave a comment. October 22, 2012. Vino putin mai aproape. Nu, nu chiar atat de aproape. Doar mai aproape. Vino putin mai aproape. Langa mine. Vino putin mai aproape. Ramai. Vino putin mai aproape. Pleaca. Vino putin mai aproape. Intoarce-te. By Adriana — Leave a comment. As vrea ...
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Everything I love always hurts , Everything I hate I’d rather love , Everything I am is everything I’m not! Thanks for dropping by my blog! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. To stay updated. See you around! By Adriana — 1 Comment. March 18, 2009. Amorul mandru care traieste prin durere si care moare prin ea.”. Regula de viata nr 25. 91; Back to top ].
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O actrita | Adadada’s Blog
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Everything I love always hurts , Everything I hate I’d rather love , Everything I am is everything I’m not! Thanks for dropping by my blog! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. To stay updated. See you around! By Adriana — Leave a comment. October 17, 2012. Sa fiu foarte greu de inteles, inabordabila si demna, o aparitie care intriga si tulbura. El ar suferi, mi-ar trimite sute de flori, m-ar implora prin biletele aduse de camerista pe tava de argint etc. etc. etc. In loc de asta, daca nu imi dau nu...
