«When I remember Lisa, I don’t think about her clothes, or her work, where she was from, or even what she said. I think about her smell. Her taste. Her skin touching mine».
«Five thousand people in a room and you can still feel alone»
«Exploring the Antarctic is like exploring space. You enter a void, thousands of miles, with no people, no animals, no plants. You’re isolated in a vast, empty continent. Claustrophobia and acrophobia in the same place, like two people in a bed. »
ei si ce? daca omului ii e somn ? eu sunt pentru CASUAL NAP…. daca te ia …. nu te opune …. drop down and sleep! :). Sustin omul pentru ca si mie mi s’a intamplat sa adorm asa…. ok nu era muzica tare si multime urlanda…. dar eu il inteleg…. nu aveam un microfon in mana…. si nu cantam …. dar tot in inteleg…. nu ma platea nimeni sa stau treaz …. dar tot il inteleg…. nu imi luasem “my fix” ….dar tot il inteleg…nu striga lumea la mine ….dar… tot il inteleg
Poate ca imi place muzica lor…. poate ca nu am platit enorma suma de 20 ron pe bilet… sau poate nu ma regasesc intre moldovenii certareti ….gen “gaite”…. ofticati ca nu isi iau “cashcavalu’” inapoi. Daca la asta se rezuma ati meritat ce s’a intamplat eu in locul lui nu cantam nici 21 minute …poate asa vreo 2-3…. sau da…. poate nu i’am vazut live sa le simt “vedetismul”.
Pentru neamul nostru de “gaite nervoase”….care pun in primul plan cei 20 ron platiti pe bilet(pe care puteau sa isi ia 3 “beroase”)…. si uita ca nimeni nu e perfect si nu e obligat sa fie perfect mai ales pentru niste fani care “nu vor decat cashcavalul inapoi dupa un accident”. Pentru mine evenimentul ramane un accident nefericit. PUNCT.
You know, the day I did it, I took two razorblades to the bathtub. You know why? Because I knew that once I started to bleed, I’d get weak. And I didn’t wanna drop one blade and leave myself half done. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine hating your life so much that you’d wanna bring a backup razor?
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls. Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer. Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you’ve got your parties mangled up. There’s no pussy here, just a dose that’ll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you’ve got “Replica” written down the side of your gun…
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns] Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I’ve got “Desert Eagle point five O”…
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table] Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine…
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side] Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now… Fuck off!
There’s a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin’ that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin’ made me think twice. Now I’m thinkin’: it could mean you’re the evil man. And I’m the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he’s the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. I’d like that. But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is you’re the weak. And I’m the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be a shepherd.
There is something about yourself that you don’t know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I’m special. We share an addiction. We’re approval junkies. We’re all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin’ rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we’re just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
“Revolver”
If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We’re the middle children of history, we have no special purpose or place, and unless we get God’s attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Which is worse, hell or nothing? Burn the museums, wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way, at least God will know your name.
eu sunt pentru CASUAL NAP…. daca te ia …. nu te opune …. drop down and sleep! :). Sustin omul pentru ca si mie mi s’a intamplat sa adorm asa…. ok nu era muzica tare si multime urlanda…. dar eu il inteleg…. nu aveam un microfon in mana…. si nu cantam …. dar tot in inteleg…. nu ma platea nimeni sa stau treaz …. dar tot il inteleg…. nu imi luasem “my fix” ….dar tot il inteleg…nu striga lumea la mine ….dar… tot il inteleg
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