Young Ellie: CQ, CQ, this is W9GFO. Is anybody out there? David Drumlin: I know you must think this is all very unfair. Maybe that's an understatement. What you don't know is I agree. I wish the world was a place where fair was the bottom line, where the kind of idealism you showed at the hearing was rewarded, not taken advantage of. Unfortunately, we don't live in that world. Dr. Eleanor Ann Arroway: Funny, I've always believed that the world is what we make of it. Palmer Joss: By doing this, you're willing to give your life, you're willing to die for it. Why? Ellie Arroway: For as long as I can remember, I've been searching for something, some reason why we're here. What are we doing here? Who are we? If this is a chance to find out even just a little part of that answer... I don't know, I think it's worth a human life. Don't you? Ellie Arroway: I'm okay to go! I'm okay to go! I'm okay to go... Ellie Arroway: Some celestial event. No - no words. No words to describe it. Poetry! They should've sent a poet. So beautiful. So beautiful... I had no idea... IT REALLY IS FUNNY. I DO BELIEVE THAT THE WORLD IS WHAT WE MAKE OF IT. |
Da (još) malo pojasnim zašto blog i (sadašnji i budući) bijesni postovi.. Put him in an elevator Take him up to the highest high Take him up to the top where the mountains stop Let him tell his book of lies John the Revelator He's a smooth operator It's time we cut him down to size Take him by the hand And put him on the stand Let us hear his alibis By claiming God - As his holy right He's stealing a God from the Israelite Stealing a God from a Muslim, too There is only one God through and through Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again Seven angels with seven trumpets Send them home on the morning train Well who's that shouting? John the Revelator! All he ever gives us is pain Well who's that shouting? John the Revelator! He should bow his head in shame By and by By and by By and by By and by Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again Seven angels with seven trumpets Send them home on the morning train Well who's that shouting? John the Revelator! All he ever gives us is pain Well who's that shouting? John the Revelator! He should bow his head in shame By and by By and by John the Revelator By and by John the Revelator By and by John the Revelator" (Depeche Mode - John The Revelator) Ko je razumijo, razumijo... |
šokirani ste naslovom? :O smatrate ga neprimjerenim? prostim? ko vas jebe! trebalo je pisat nožem u leđa, ali to nije zanimljivo.. otrcana je fraza. a mislite li da je nožem u leđa manje neprimjereno? ne bih se složila. jer kad vam netko zabije nož u leđa, to može biti zaista bolno. toliko bolno da ste revoltirani i počnete ponovo pisati blog, ispočetka. o čemu se radi? zadnjih 5 dana padala kiša. kako bi ono stari rekli, sikire su padale. među tim sjekirama mogli ste vidjeti i pokoji nož kako se obrušava tražeći svoju žrtvu. no mi ih ipak uspješno izbjegavamo zatvarajući se u svoje kukuljice i ne dopuštajući nikome da zaviri unutra. danas nas je napokon i sunce posjetilo. (: i baš kad pomislite da je opasnost prošla, k'o grom iz vedra neba doleti jedan nož i pogodi vas. no dosta o mom kurcu, pardon nožu, pričajmo malo o meni. ma zezam se, nećemo o meni (ovaj put). Da se ovo ne bi pretvorilo u Zločin i kaznu, sad ću se zaustavit. Ali ima toga još, materijala uvijek ima.. tokovi naših misli čine beskrajnu rijeku ljudske gluposti.. Oh, sad ću i pjesnik postat. jeej! ^^ Do svidanja! (nemojte ono "ko vas jebe" shvatit preosobno. ja sam samo kapljica u moru nemorala današnjeg društva. neke trendove i ja moram pratiti.) |