Poetry by Nichita Stanescu |
Poetry
Poetry is the weeping eyeit is the weeping shoulderthe weeping eye of the shoulderit is the weeping handthe weeping eye of the handit is the weeping soulthe weeping eye of the heel.Oh, you frie...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 20:28:00 GMT |
a story about crisis |
0:27 i made myself a particle accelerator, made from wood. I tested it to see what happens: first i farted inside, to see what the fuckk happens. phenomenal!! The fart traveled with the speed of...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 19:21:00 GMT |
What its more sad than sadness?? Maybe a pigeon wouded in the kneck by a plane wing? |
Forbidden to cardiacs!
7:23 What a wonderfull day!!! The business whit the silicon chemical factory for tits works zupperr! We settled in the contract that i must to assist the testing before an...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 11:47:00 GMT |
the world didnt started and didnt ended with you |
im talkin to those that are already dead and still read this fantastic heading.So, dont desperate: one day you will die and no one will remember your sorry ass!Have a nice day!
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Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 15:09:00 GMT |
