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Six hundred and sixty six

Ne'er to ascend again... (c) Michael Cowell

- That cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

- Yes, I believe – truly.

- Then I want you to remove it at once!
And never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
dear? Her eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

- You had me take off my cross because it
offended….

- It offended no-one. No – it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to… to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

- But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe….

- Believe?! If you believe you are…gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

- There is also love and life and hope.

- Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist…he is long
since dead. Someone…something rules in his
place.

Bulldozer crushes all


Full steam we go against the odds
Headfirst we go against the grain

Bulldozer goes against the odds
Bulldozer goes against the grain

Against the odds, against the grain
We go against the odds, against the grain

This is the bulldozer

В понеделник два пъти обиколих блока проверявайки десетките му входове от двете страни…не открих нищо. Не вярвах на продавачките, но истината е, че по-скоро не ми се искаше да им вярвам.
Вчера пък беше ония дърт капут, който не става и за кръстaчка за коледна елха и нямах нерви за разговор с него.
В крайна сметка днес се потвърди и от друг разказ…..
Сега ще поглеждам постоянно към мястото на липсващото черно-червено покривало и единственото, което мога да направя е да купя от червения магазин една Загорка и един Старопрамен.
…R.I.P

П.П: 2 касиерки, 2 пенсионера и 1 негов приятел за ебане заради свободни преразкази!!! Братовчед му е бил. Ужасно приличал на него и го сбъркали с него.

Георги Русев си отиде…

Аз и на война съм бил, ама такова чудо! Бомбардират, бомбардират, па спрат.

RIP ;-(