Well my friend, have you ever read something, that you thought was very imortant or simply impressing? So important and so impressing that you just must have shared it with others, must have talked about it, but no one wanted to listen.... Well if you do, then you will understand why I built that page and maybe you'll take a time to read stuff I decided to put here.
longer novels:
read "Lesser Evil" by Andrzej Sapkowski
my favourite moments from "Dancing The Dream" by Michael Jackson: Love Earth Dance
"Blue Sky Day" by Elffaran
"Some man see things as they are and ask why
I dream things that never were and ask why not?"
Malcolm X
Well I'd like to tell you about my dream, it's a place Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away Where culture's defined by the Ones least refined AND YOU'LL BE LEFT BEHIND IF YOU DON'T FIT IN It's all distorted In americana my way Well f... you Well my dream has come true Well my vision has come true Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away I want it right now 'cause my generation don't like to wait MY FUTURE'S DETERMINED BY THIEVES, THUGS AND VERMIN It's quite okay Everything's backwards In americana my way Well f... you Well my dream has come true I'M A PRODUCT OF MY ENVIROMENT So don't blame me, I just work here But I wanna f... you MY RIGHTS ARE DENIED BY THOSE LEAST QUALIFIED Trading profit for pride But it's okay Everything's backwards In americana my way Well f... you My NIGHTMARE HAS COME TRUE My NIGHTMARE HAS COME TRUE YEAH IT'S ALL COME TRUE |
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In case you want to know who wrote it - this is song by The Offspring called "Americana", but if you're not a fan of punk-rock you may have missed it. I assure you that all of songs from "Americana" album are worth to read - at least twice each :-). Others lyrics by The Offspring are interesning as well. They're here. I also think they are worth to listen even if you're like me great fan of R'n'B.
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed." She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone book back into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair she signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then creamed her face, put on moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and trimmed her nails. Hubby called, "I thought you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said. She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework. In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her list of things to do for tomorrow. About that time, the hubby turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, "I'm going to bed." And he did. Anything extraordinary here?...Wonder why women live longer....?CAUSE WE ARE STRONGER...MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL...
author?
don't you think it sounds so true :)
The damage was total. She spent her days, her tendril, sapgreen days, walking up and down, her head jerking to the beat of a drummer so distant only she could hear. Elbows bent, hands on shoulders, she flaied her arms like a bird in eternal, grotesquely futile effort to fly. Beating the air, a winged but grounded bird, intent on the blue void it could not reach - could not even see - but which filled the valleys of the mind.
We tried to see her without looking at her, and never, never went near. Not because she was absurd, or repulsive, or because we were frightened, but because we had failed her. Our flowers never grew. I was convinced that Frieda was right, that I had planted them to deeply. How could I have been so sloven? So we avoided Pecola Breedlove - forever.
from "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison
page created by Elffaran
10/May/2000