Zyraxtarenor

Aiuresc intr-o aiureala continua, ce se scurge prin zorii zilei si mici miezi din noapte si-mi doresc sa stiu mai multe. Mai multe despre ce? Nu pot realiza acest lucru, la fel cum nu pot intelege ce ar putea presupune o astfel de cunoastere. Te-ai gandit vreodata ca te afli intr-o betie dintr-o betie generata de dorinta de a scapa pentru un moment de toate necazurile si toate prostiile din acea betie nenorocita? Hmmm... cata betie ! Iar momentul.. cat dureaza un moment ? In functie de ce parametru bizar poti calcula un moment ? Ma intreb uneori daca nu cumva toata prostia noastra e data de faptul ca nu putem percepe cu adevarat si cu desa

Gilly the Bard was a merry fellow, His hair was green and his teeth were yellow. Fiddling fiddlers all day long Whispering stories of ages far gone Lost in between reality and song With all of it, he was done ! "Indeed!" The bard screamed to the old man. "Don't lie, don't say you know it all!" "Well, well, let us not lose our temper, now." The old man said in a very relaxed manner. He was a Fuzzy Furball and Fuzzy Furballs are always over-excited about the most peculiar things when they are young, and even when they grow old, they still have that foolish over-joy, but they are relaxed... much more relaxed and gentle. "I'm tired of thi