Fara semne de punctuatie

Uita-te la mine
Prins intre
Pamant si ploaie
Si n-am nimic
de castigat.

Uita-te la tine
Privesti cerul
Cu mintea goala
Si n-ai nimic
de aflat.

Uita-te la noi
Ne impleticim
prin viata
Si n-avem nimic
de castigat.

Idiocracy at it's best

Grila descriptorilor competentei de comunicare:
1) sa citeasca corect, cursiv, constient si expresiv textul, 2) sa sustina cu argumente un punct de vedere original si sa-i persuadeze pe interlocutori (adica pe profesorii evaluatori), 3) sa construiasca un discurs clar, coerent si personalizat, 4) sa dea dovada de creativitate discursiva si de autocontrol mimico-gestual si 5) sa utilizeze corect si adecvat limba literara.

Cititi mai mult ----> http://www.ziaruldeiasi.ro/opinii/limba-si-literatura-pseudoromana~ni65g4

Trainspotting again

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

for teh win

point blank

Ma gandeam ca daca plec subtil nu voi mai simtii nevoia de a ma intoarce sa-ti spun ca, incet dar sigur, pierd controlul. Sau ma gandeam ca daca inchid ochii cand te tin in brate voi putea aduna amintirile si deci fiecare moment petrecut cu tine se va transforma intr-o perioada temporala de sine statatoare.
Acum, cand inchid ochii simt aroma de tigari de ultima data cand te-ai lipit de mine si am senzatia ca timpul e pe sfarsite.