My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
Κι ο Val Kilmer που είναι 62 ετών λένε ότι δεν πάει καθόλου καλά... :/
"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
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Rock or Nothing
Τι θανατικό έπεσε ρε?
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Ravel: There is no room for '2' in the world of 1's and 0's, no place for 'mayhap' in a house of trues and falses, and no 'green with envy' in a black and white world.
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John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
Rock or Nothing
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.
John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
Μαρούσκα, μπάννερ.
John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
Δικαιότατα για 1002 λόγους, αλλά κυρίως για να φεύγει το τωρινό που και παρέμεινε πολύ και αναφέρεται ούτως ή άλλως σε ένα εντελώς μιεχ άτομο.
"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
Ξεκίνησαν οι ζέστες και τα νεύρα είναι κρόσια, ειδικά αν είσαι στην πόλη ή/και δεν παίζει air-condition, αλλά ας διατηρήσουμε την ψυχραιμία μας σε αυτή την καλοσκιασμένη γωνιά του internet.
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.