In my opinion, son, life in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.
All metaphysicians have compared your dance of war to your old girlfriend Cocaine, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Come, George, push this world over the edge, says father Bush to his little son, the tiny president of the United States of America. Let me point out this: people have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity and the situation is not likely to improve.
Pay attention to that crowd of cat lovers, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Mars. They have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity. They dance and float above the dance of life, George. In my opinion, son, love in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.
All metaphysicians have compared your old girlfriend Cocaine to your dance of war, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Pay attention to that crowd of tiny living things, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Earth. As Humankind travels along the road to perdition, son, listen to your old girlfriend Cocaine. Who told the world she was a messenger from darkness?
Come, George, push this planet over the edge, says father Bush to his little living thing, the tiny president of the United States of America.
All metaphysicians have compared your dance of war to your old girlfriend Cocaine, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Come, George, push this world over the edge, says father Bush to his little son, the tiny president of the United States of America. Let me point out this: people have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity and the situation is not likely to improve.
Pay attention to that crowd of cat lovers, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Mars. They have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity. They dance and float above the dance of life, George. In my opinion, son, love in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.
All metaphysicians have compared your old girlfriend Cocaine to your dance of war, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Pay attention to that crowd of tiny living things, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Earth. As Humankind travels along the road to perdition, son, listen to your old girlfriend Cocaine. Who told the world she was a messenger from darkness?
Come, George, push this planet over the edge, says father Bush to his little living thing, the tiny president of the United States of America.
Who told the world death was a messenger from darkness?
NOWHEREMAN
3 comments:
COME, SÉRGIO, PUSH THIS BLOG OVER THE EDGE, PLEASE!
Caro grande amigo Pedro!
Agradeço-te imenso o comentário. Pior que um comentário negativo é a indiferença absoluta, pois acredito que toda a forma de feed-back, venha ela donde vier e da forma como vier,é sempre útil. Uma vez mais, thanks, pal! :)
Além do mais, tenciono publicar estes textos(depois de devidamente corrigidos e polidos e acompanhados por caricaturas )sob o título:" A Grammar of Tyranny":)
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