A religião é uma coisa maravilhosa
07 January 2014
06 January 2014
A 23 de Julho de 1966, ainda havia aulas a funcionar para alunos de 8 anos, na Covilhã? Não estavam já em férias? É que, há bocadinho, ouvi-o, na RTP, a garantir que, quando saíu de casa, Portugal perdia com a Coreia mas, ao chegar à escola, o Eusébio já tinha virado o resultado... (admito que até possa ser verdade mas há gente que não consegue dizer "bom dia" sem nos deixar de pé atrás)
Foram-se a velha bruxa com "connections" mentais com o além, a (óptima) laringe da pátria e os seus membros inferiores - a mitologia popular, na sua tradicional essência anatómico-simbólica, fenece
05 January 2014
DIÁLOGO INTER-RELIGIOSO (V)
"SubGenius members believe that those in the service of the conspiracy seek to bar them from "Slack", a quality promoted by the Church. Its teachings center on "Slack" (always capitalized), which is never concisely defined, except in the claim that Dobbs embodies the quality.
Church members seek to acquire it and believe that it will allow them a free, comfortable life without hard work or responsibility, which they claim as an entitlement. Sex and the avoidance of work are taught as two key ways to gain "Slack". Davidoff believes that "Slack" is "the ability to effortlessly achieve your goals"
Church members seek to acquire it and believe that it will allow them a free, comfortable life without hard work or responsibility, which they claim as an entitlement. Sex and the avoidance of work are taught as two key ways to gain "Slack". Davidoff believes that "Slack" is "the ability to effortlessly achieve your goals"
(detectada nesta caixa de comentários)
04 January 2014
VINTAGE (CLXXII)
The Saints - "Just Like Fire Would"
One night in a motel room
Eyes cast like steel
I drank the wine they left on my table
I knew the morning was too far
I smoked my last pack of foreign cigarettes
I stay only to survive
The night was dark and the land is cold
It's frozen right to the bone
And just like fire would
I burn up
Just like fire would
Eyes cast like steel
I drank the wine they left on my table
I knew the morning was too far
I smoked my last pack of foreign cigarettes
I stay only to survive
The night was dark and the land is cold
It's frozen right to the bone
And just like fire would
I burn up
Just like fire would
And just like fire would
I burn up
500 miles I have gone today
Tomorrow it's 500 more
Outside my window the world passes by
Its stranger than a dream
And just like fire would...
I go to work and I earn my pay, lord
And the sweat it falls to the ground
I see you now but we may never meet again child
The ice is hanging on the door
One night in a motel room...
I burn up
500 miles I have gone today
Tomorrow it's 500 more
Outside my window the world passes by
Its stranger than a dream
And just like fire would...
I go to work and I earn my pay, lord
And the sweat it falls to the ground
I see you now but we may never meet again child
The ice is hanging on the door
One night in a motel room...
("Expresso")
Resposta 1: Não regressou já? (com resultados fraquinhos mas...)
Resposta 2:
Resposta 3: NS/NR
Resposta 4: Who cares?
03 January 2014
Muito bem, excelentíssimo
marido da poetisa Silva!
O símbolo da pátria na sua intrínsea macheza latina
O símbolo da pátria duvidando, por um instante, da sua intrínseca macheza latina
O símbolo da pátria, na sua intrínseca macheza latina, preparando-se mentalmente para negociar com a troika
O símbolo da pátria, na sua intrínseca macheza latina, após a negociação com a troika
Vida, pensamento e obra do símbolo da pátria
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