“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
E sorridi! (Earl J. Hickey)
Di regole io ne conosco una sola: bisogna essere buoni, cazzo (K. Vonnegut)
Chi è senza peccato non ha un cazzo da raccontare (V. Costantino)
An idle mind is the devil's playground/Si, ma la NATO? "Nel lungo periodo saremo tutti morti" John Maynard Keynes Membro dell'ala intelligente del forum dal 07/02/22
"Da putèi tuti bèi, da morti tuti santi".
"Questa notte splendida darà i colori al nostro stemma: il nero e l'azzurro sullo sfondo d'oro delle stelle. Si chiamerà Internazionale, perché noi siamo fratelli del mondo."
Augurissimi di Buon Natale a tutti!
Che questo Natale porti soldi che non danno la felicità ma sicuramente risolvono tanti problemi, lavoro che porta soldi e tantissime soddisfazioni personali e di realizzare i vostri sogni piccoli o grandi.
Termopiliano ha scritto:Belli gli auguri di Drogato. Se magari ci assisti con i nomi delle tre "babbe natale" è ancor meglio...
Amarna Miller, Blanche Bradburry, Tricia Teen
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)