Friday, July 27, 2012
"Pour... Les... Roumains..."
I swear this one was the first that came when i did a google search/videos on terms Cliff Hanger... I think my computer might have been bewitched... It's too tempting, i'm gone post it... Anyways how long am i supposed to keep playing villain @here?
God the times when i was watching Cliff Hanger on Cartoon Network... Were they from another life? Must have been cause now i can't even afford cable... Or have a job...
Common Subliminal Words in English
Or Parallel Paradigmatic Reality
Toyota - toy
Cube - cute
Camry - my car
CRV - crave
kenmore - can more
CNN - CUN
Ford - dorf
Motors - storm
Michelob - ?
Alb right - ?
Rom ney ?
Washing-ton
http://media.oregonlive.com/ohman_impact/photo/ohman072212jpg-d91adf94421a3c5a.jpg
Toyota - toy
Cube - cute
Camry - my car
CRV - crave
kenmore - can more
CNN - CUN
Ford - dorf
Motors - storm
Michelob - ?
Alb right - ?
Rom ney ?
Washing-ton
http://media.oregonlive.com/ohman_impact/photo/ohman072212jpg-d91adf94421a3c5a.jpg
http://musevue360.com/blog/poser.jpg
Sorry this is the only picture with a major i could find searching with google for keywords English Major... Ok just realized, that is not an uniform... But is the closest thing i could find...
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Still Have
Still have a single sigh:
In silence of the night
I beg to let me die
Near sea at the low tide;
And let my sleep be calm
And forests be nearby,
On stretched waters' balm
I'll have the clearest sky
I don’t need any flags,
Don’t want a coffin rich,
Just plait for me a rug
From the trees’ youngest branches.
And no one needs to weep
Or show the smallest grief,
Just let the autumn speak
With wet and falling leaves.
And while with noise sway
The springs among the cliffs,
The Moon will slip away
On the long tops of firs.
The cowbells pierce near sea
The colder evening wind,
My holy linden tree
Above will start to swing.
As i won’t wander off
Since then for evermore,
My memories, with love
Will snow on me galore
The Morning-Evening Stars
As then will be my friends,
Through branches of the firs
Would smile at me again.
Will moan with all the hurts
The ocean’s coarse caress...
As i will become dirt
In my last loneliness.

