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Inspector Harry Callahan: I know what you're asking yourself. Did he fire six or just five bullets? To tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kinda lost track of myself, but this being Magnum .44, the most powerful handgun in the world that can blow your head clean off, you gotta ask yourself a question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well do ya, punk!?
Don Vito Corleone: What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: Special delivery! A bumb. Were you expecting one? A bumb!?!? Aaaaaaaaa!!!
Song-o-rama
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IN THE GALLERY
Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz
Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work in clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He could not be in the gallery
And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who's going to be in the gallery
No lies he wouldn't compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don't mean a thing
I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
So he's going to be the gallery
Ninth Heaven (VLR)
nedjelja, 19.02.2006.
Lejzi
Ne ide mi. Jednostavno mi ne ide. U zadnjih tjedan dana san pokuša napisati barem tri normalna teksta, ali bi redovito zapeja na samom početku. Nakon toga bi uslijedilo paranje papira (u mom slučaju pritiskanja tipke DEL) i padanje u depresiju. Više mi se ne da raditi apsolutno ništa. Današnji odlazak u knjižnicu mi se učinija ka penjanje na planinu Niitaka, a da ne govorin o neslavnin pokušajima da zadržin svoje oči na knjizi barem pet minuta. Televiziju više uopće ne gledan, alkohol mi je posta tako prokleto gadljiv da ga se bojin pogledati dok na najveselije stvari koje se nekon čoviku mogu dogoditi gledan ciničnije od... prilično cinično. |