«Não sei para que é que querem gastar dinheiro no TGV quando poderiam perfeitamente oferecer um Porsche a cada português"».
FOi esta a frase dita há dias por um ex-ministro das finanças português.
POIS...certo, certinho, é que o homem tem razão, façam bem as contas e dá certo...e ainda dava para encher muitos depósitos.
MAs acho que ainda melhor, seria oferecer o valor de cada porsche, em dinheiro, a cada português...era CERTINHO QUE A PUTA DA ECONOMIA ia sofrer uma mudança MUITO grande para melhor...
mas não...os cabrões lá vão construir uma merda que não vai servir pra nada senão lamber o cú a espanha..!!
Help me please, I think I may be going sane I thought It would make be happy and appeased but I don't and it hurts my brain. Reason is clouding my senses and I don't want it , see?! The beast sat in those benches, and now I'm walking away as me.
Há azares que aocntecem. Hoje era suposto ser garantido o meu terceiro desenho para Metallica.....algo que já está pronto desde há um mês. Mas não vai ser porque os meus amigos de Portugallica decidiram poupar uns trocos e arranjaram um gajo que lhes imprimia duas bandeiras sem custos nenhuns.......e o desenho ficou para o caralho. MASSSS, também não se pode ter tudo, dois desenhos expostos no estudio oficial dos Metallica já é bastante por agora....pena mesmo é que este desenho estava impecável....
Há coisas fodidas Segundo o meu amigo Wolf o desenho será usado psoteriormente para merchandise.....mas....o desenho é, e sempre será, meu...portanto...será mostrado no post seguinte!
Não ligues ao que te digo....não ligues á violência das palavras que me abandonam a boca.Não ligues ao que digo do modo como me tratas, e do que devias fazer comigo ou em relação a mim... A única coisa que me interessa que compreendas, pode resumir-se, basicamente, na letra da musica seguinte... Open your eyes my dear...everything I do has a very deep meaning....EVERYTHING!
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at, Or maybe it's the weather or something like that, But mama, you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down, don't get upset, I am not pleading or saying that "I can't forget you." I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent, but yet, Mama, you been on my mind.
Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow, Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow. I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow, But mama, you're just on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no," Please understand me, I have no place I'm callin' you to go. I'm just whispering to myself so I can pretend that I don't know, Mama, you been on my mind.
When you wake up in the mornin' and look inside your mirror, You know I won't be next to you, no, I won't be near. I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear As someone who has had you on his mind.
ignore all possible concepts and possibilities --- ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust --- just make it, babe, make it: a house a car a belly full of beans pay your taxes fuck and if you can't fuck copulate. make money but don't work too hard --- make somebody else pay to make it --- and don't smoke too much but drink enough to relax, and stay off the streets wipe your ass real good use a lot of toilet paper it's bad manners to let people know you shit or could smell like it if you weren't careful
No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no
I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you (By the way) I was there It wasn't like that You've come here just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned In a drunken punch-up at a wedding, yeah
Hypocrite opportunist Don't infect me with your poison A bully in a china shop When I turn around, you stay frozen to the spot You had the pointless snide remarks Of hammerheaded sharks The pot will call the kettle black It's a drunken punchup at a wedding, yeah
....the doubt afflicts me as I try to reach for a better me. I had it already and lost it countless times.The future was once brighter than the star that feeds us into life, but it is now not much more than a black hole, sucking life and happiness and returning nothing. I have nothing and nothing's what I shall have, I feel it deep in my bones and this thing people call soul. The magnetism exerted by this super-massive and dark spirit will suck all happiness away, until the last breath of what I want to be is exhaled through a dreaming mouth that spoke of love and greatness. I've lost control and I'm scared shitless, I feel like the man who sold the world. Help me, I am in hell.
There is a game I play try to make myself okay try so hard to make the pieces all fit smash it apart just for the fuck of it
bye bye oooh got to get back to the bottom bye bye oooh the big come down isn't that what you wanted? bye bye oooh find a place with the failed and forgotten bye bye oooh isn't that really what you wanted now?
there is no place I can go there is no way I can hide it feels like it keeps coming from the inside
there is a hate that burns within the most desperate place I have ever been try to get back to where I'm from the closer I get the worse it becomes the closer I get the worse it becomes
there is no place I can go there is no place I can hide it feels like it keeps coming from the inside
Já não ouvia esta há montes de tempo...tinha de ser a Marisa e o seu blog a meterem-ma no ouvido outra vez...é que eu tenho uma relação muito amor-ódio com esta canção...lol
Every day that goes by I find myself believing even more in the chaos theory and its butterfly effect. No matter how small the action, your life will be changed by it. Who am I now and what could I have become had I taken a different path? Would I still even be me? Had I put aside the threats, would we still be together after all these years!? Had I made a better risk assessment and evaluated the pros and cons of us, would things still become what they are today? Would an unexplainable force drag me up to rupture and force me into the path I'm currently taking!? Or would I just slide across and make a living in a different "world"?!
The chaos theory creeps me out...'cause I've crushed way too many butterflies. we could, we would, we should.....but we didn't. Yesterday I felt that you, in some sort of manner, wished the butterflies could have been healed. That chaos drove you to some place you regret being in. But maybe it was just my strong imagination... We were the butterflies, my dear......and some big smelly foot stepped on us.
but unfortunately....nothing's just like we imagined.
projecto de trent reznor com a sua esposa.....pá-...tá muito bom...e com a voz dela em vez da voz do trent é bem capaz de entrar melhor num publico mais alargado.....é autenticamente NIN com uma voz feminina.....e isso é bom...
Crescendo em emoção diminuindo em racionalidade. Os olhos que deixam ler bem fundo na alma deixam-me confuso com a minha.
Nem consigo escrever nada de jeito, estou com os fios todos trocados há já muito tempo....
Sinto-me um pássaro engaiolado que, faminto, pia quando vê o tratador.
deixo as palavras do grande Pessoa falarem por mim....
"Enquanto não superarmos a ânsia do amor sem limites, não podemos crescer emocionalmente.
Enquanto não atravessarmos a dor de nossa própria solidão, continuaremos a nos buscar em outras metades. Para viver a dois, antes, é necessário ser um."
deixa-me ser um a dois...
este post é patrocinado por duas noites em branco a pensar no que fazer. LOL
JAM tem um problema muito grave....quando perde as pelavras para definir algo quer dizer que algo está muito diferente... Só espero não me aleijar assim muito.
acho que....quando me perco nas palavras que não consigo dizer....a melhor coisa são as músicas....falam tudo e mais alguma coisa.
