This time Israel have made a very big big shit in its war against Gaza. and this time, nobody has got enough paper to wipe their ass.
Some people tried as usual to lick it with their tongues as they used to do ... but the shit was so big that nobody was able to mask its smell ... no matter how they tried, and God knows, they tried hard, with the best motivation and good will .
Nearly, no body was really expecting a small country like Israel to produce al that shit... but to say the truth, some people knows that Israel is capable of even more. Because Israel is shitting here and there all the time, but people who forget forgot ... and those who remember are few and still remember.
let's do something to shut this big Ass and block the shit inside.
mercredi 28 janvier 2009
samedi 3 janvier 2009
LOST FOR WORDS .... read this ... learn about art
LOST FOR WORDS
I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralysed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyong your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadowes into the night
To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness ?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor ?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me do please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win
Pink Floyd, David Gilmore
I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralysed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyong your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadowes into the night
To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness ?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor ?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me do please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win
Pink Floyd, David Gilmore
Libellés :
art,
gilmore,
lost for words,
philosophy,
pink floyd
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