"so tell me gypsy, you are a gypsy aren't you? right then, so then tell me gypsy, how are we to do business as brothers when you're a gypsy?"
...........................
"brother, brother please, i could ask you that very same thing, you're a gypsy yourself are you not? (laughs)
now take those palms and chubby fingers out of your shallow pockets and entrust them into mine (smiles and winks)"
bloody∑athematics
A group of Thai Buddhist monks were arrested and defrocked after holding a spate of rowdy drug and alcohol parties. Villagers complained about their wild behaviour and drug-taking at the local temple. Five of the saffron-robed monks tested positive for amphetamine pills and a sixth was blind drunk.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Pajac cały jest drewniany sznureczkami poruszany
Mój pajacyk ulubiony
w starym pudle znalezionyw prawo, w lewo się wygina,
ciut sprężynę przypomina.
Tata mi go podarował,
w wielkim pudle go przechował,
zrobił go zaś tacie dziadek,
słynny kiedyś "Stolarz Władek ".
Pajac cały jest drewniany,
sznureczkami poruszany,
może biegać, podskakiwać,
rączką machać, główką kiwać.
Gdy pociągam lewy sznurek
rączką prawą macha w górę,
gdy zaś ciągnę sznurek prawy
jest gotowy do zabawy.
Biega, tańczy, maszeruje,
śmieszne skoki wykonuje,
rzadko kiedy jest zmęczony.
mój pajacyk ulubioiny.
Śmieją się w przedszkolu dzieci
kiedy ciągnę sznurek trzeci :
wtedy pewnie odpoczywa
no bo tylko główką kiwa.
Dziś posmutniał pajac mały
bo się sznurki poplątały,
lecz obiecał kuzyn Jurek,
że rozplącze szybko sznurek.
danuta.d
Monday, March 8, 2010
"i rebel; therefore we exist"
Five powerful words that will hold meaning until the end of time, a constant driving force. What a handsome rebel Camus himself was, infidelities throughout both of his marriages, always fervidly arguing against the constitution of marriage, being an active participant in the political goings on of his country, rejecting the label given to him as a proponent of existentialism. Regardless his past and my views on it, those five words somehow resonate with me and the remnants of my adolescent need to rebel against almost anything and everything.Revolting against religion at a very early age, dying my hair every colour of the rainbow for shock value (a meek attempt at individualism), body piercings for the same reason, sneaking out of my house for the very sake of it, finding refuge (through the painful trials of my adolescent years) in the most inappropriate music for my age. Upsetting my mother for what i see now as a need for attention. My teenage rebellion stems from rooted psychological issues with my family, my view on religion is the only thing that hasn't changed, time has only affirmed my inclinations of it and broadened my perspective. The rebels that exist today, the rebels that unite society is what interests me.The topic of rebellion has been echoed through the decades to the point of being a tedious and predictable topic of conversation, teen angst, women, jews, blacks, homosexuals and other minorities. I identify with all of them and none at the same time. Does their existence create my rebellion? They fought/fight for something unrecognized by society. It's this strife for something that unites the victims, the need and want to be accepted and recognized, ironically it's this same strife that unites the victim and the criminal.They both rebel against something. I rebel, therefore we exist, it means we can only rebel, if there is something to rebel against. Whether you have internalized a set of social norms you feel the need to go against, or society has set standards you disagree with. Rebellion springs from everything that is individualistic in man. With rebellion has to come a certain awareness of yourself. This notion has created many inspirational thinkers of our time. My rebelion today has a more postitve driving force compared to that of my past, I rebel against the limitations others may put on me.I strive to be satisfied with that and not be the senseless reactionary I used to be.
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