How could...He could hear them scream. They sounded like animals, high pitched and obnoxious. Their desperate cries for help echoed through the smoke filled halls of the court building. A body suddenly crashed through the window, sending thousands of tiny glass pieces into the air as the burning mass of flesh hit the ground. It, whoever it was, rolled in the grass but the blaze was stronger, devouring its life despite the futile tries to save itself. The body quickly went silent and stopped jerking. One dirty judge less, he thought. It was still a better end than what they had intended for his sunshine. Edward Barrister turned away. Only a soft murmur ofHow could...
Thank God for the paradox«Why fate?» Jon asked. «Because. What else could it have been? I was listening to you for 5 years through that wall, when you went to the toilet, when you watched TV loud, when you danced and played. And i didn't know. You were just a pair of pretty blue eyes for me, a kid to say 'hi' to when we'd meet in the elevator.» «I could've just as easely lived elsewhere. Maybe we wouldn't have met at all then.» «But you didn't. You were meant to live across the wall, meant to plant that seed of curiosity in me, whenever i'd bump into you.» «Maybe.» «If you hadn't, who's to know would I have talked to you on that parkingThank God for the paradox
Personal accountingWatching documentaries on TV. A raspy, so-called pleasant voice of the narrator. Tantric. Hardy. A funny combination, really. Titles rolling, heads too. A child in the man's arms. Chocolate coating. Time to switch. One up, right into void. Another, into more narration, gross-out images of little importance. changes needed. We're at the beginning, seeing someone we know. But it takes just too damn long, so we lose patience. Funny men. Good, even if forced. Silence on number three letters in colour. Going more and more, to where the film resides. Information abound. Useless, speculative, commercial, selfpromoting. With a british accent. And we'Personal accounting
SlayersLayers of metal and artificial fibre strain and shatter under the overwhelming pressure enveloping the hull, followed by a rainstorm of scorching debris scarring the ship's underside, scarring the Beast.Slayers
Inside, the command bridge is silent, people at their stations, strapped to their seats, some faces drenched in sweat, other give away a prayer spoken in their mind, all visibly uneased.
Noise disappeares, light seen through the few small window panes give way to complete darkness of space once again. The ship is still in one piece. Starboard thrusters blast away, rotating the immense mass, hiding the ripped and blee
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piss off, fascists!
vidim, mogu i na hrvatskom...
dakle, DD sugestije se daju putem note poruka ljudima koji su ovlašteni izabrati između tih sugestija.
neki od tih ljudi su
hesitation
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superkev
cweeks
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hesitation ima dobro opisan postupak sugeriranja u svojim journalima.
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youll think of something im sure..
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I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
Your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
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I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
Your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Returns the favor!
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The passionate temptation of the soul sleeps within my eyes.
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