Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
before i pine away
τσουκαλας on the rocks
Ευτυχώς ο λαός του πάοκ δεν έφαγε τον παπά του "λευτεριά στα 7 αδέλφια μας" και στην πορεία στο μέγαρο ήταν 70 άτομα και στις φυλακές όπως βλέπω καμμιά 30αριά.
Ορίστε, αυτοί είναι οπαδοί...κύριοι. Δε σε βαράμε φίλε γαύρε.
man has known and now he's blown it upside down and hell's the only sound,
we did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault
Interviewer : How does it feel to be the greatest guitarist in the world ?
Jimmy Hendrix : I don't know, go ask Rory Gallagher.
John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
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