....."Jean-Luc! It's so good to see you again. How about a big hug?" by Q.....
"As I experience certain sensory input patterns my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated and even 'missed' when absent."
....Spusti se ko lopov
Po zicama
Ruke mi napuni
Tvojim sitnicama
I tesko prodje
Sve to.....
"We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile. We are the Borg."
"You're dead, this is the afterlife -- and I'm God"
....happy birthday to me....tralala la......
....r.i.p......:(.....
.....You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold........
.....You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.....
....ljudi dobivaju sretne dane, a ja eto smrt, drugi dida umra dan uoči rođendana.........lucky me.....
....he he....što dosada čini od ljudi......
....smile and the world will smile back.....ilitakonešto........:).....
....i don't think that they'd understand.....
and i don't want the world to see me, cause i don't think that they'd understand
when everything's made to be broken, i just want you to know who I am.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, all the moments and truth in your life
when everything feels like the movies, yea you bleed just to know your alive
..... suicide ......once more I did it again.......
"Insults are mysteries. What seems to the bystander to be the cruelest, most destructive sledgehammer of an assault, whore! slut! tart!, can leave its target undamaged, while an apparently lesser gibe, thank god you're not my child, can fatally penetrate the finest suits of armour, you're nothing to me, you're less than the dirt on the soles of my shoes, and strike directly at the heart."
{The Ground Beneath Her Feet}
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
{W.B. Yeats}
