Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid sideways in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly screaming "WoooHoooo! What a Ride!
sunt un partizan/intr'un comando suburba/intreaga mea viata a fost o lupata inca de pe maidan/reprezint o ultima reduta...ghiaura/de generatii pastrez in gene imensa ura fata/ de'o imputita clasa/care ne fura parintii.....
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avem
bituri sa va faca timpanele surde
avem
reputatii bazate numai pe cuvinte
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avem fata de voi cateva clase'n plus....
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