Και διαφήμιση και παράπονο στην ίδια πρόταση. ΓΙΑ ΠΑΜΕ
Και διαφήμιση και παράπονο στην ίδια πρόταση. ΓΙΑ ΠΑΜΕ
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
https://www.sparknotes.com/lit/grapesofwrath/section7/Tom wonders why the men do not organize against the landowners, but Floyd says that anyone who discusses such possibilities will be labeled “red” and dragged off by the police. Men who attempt to organize are put on a “blacklist,” which ensures that they will never find work.
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Last edited by paddy honey; 25-01-2020 at 20:32.
Από τη μία ο πάτος του ίντερνετ κι από την άλλη ο πάτος της ανθρώπινης ύπαρξης.
"Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. "The Devil made me do it." I have never made one of them do anything. Never. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to face up to it..." -
Lord Lucifer Morningstar
Δεν σταμάτησε να είναι cool να κράζουμε Luben;
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/
Κι εδώ τελειώνει η φάση.
"Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. "The Devil made me do it." I have never made one of them do anything. Never. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to face up to it..." -
Lord Lucifer Morningstar
Ρε φίλε εν τω μεταξύ γιατί πάτος του ίντερνετ το λούμπεν λολ.
Επειδή αντιπαθείς τον ικόνοκλαστ ξέρω γω
Κι εδώ τελειώνει η φάση.
Εντελώς φιλικά και καλοπροαίρετα, θα σου πω ότι δεν έχει νόημα να ρωτάς, εφόσον (θεωρείς πως) έχεις κάποια απάντηση ή συμπέρασμα.![]()
"Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. "The Devil made me do it." I have never made one of them do anything. Never. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to face up to it..." -
Lord Lucifer Morningstar
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.