יום רביעי, 7 בדצמבר 2011

SOKRATESCAUGHT IN THE ORGAN DRAFT- BRAINS IN NEED FOR ZOMBIES AS DÍVIDAS POR DEFINIÇÃO SÃO ETERNAS NÃO SE PAGAM-

AS DÍVIDAS POR DEFINIÇÃO SÃO ETERNAS NÃO SE PAGAM

SOKRATES CAUGHT IN THE ORGAN DRAFT- BRAINS IN NEED FOR ZOMBIES

IN INGLEIS TECHNOCRATICUS

THE DEBT POR DEFINITION ARE ETERNAL PAYNÃO PÁNÃO PÁNÃO

WHAT A FINE GOD YOU ARE

CAN YOU SPARE A MIRACLE OR TWO

TEN CENTIMETRES OF ECONOMIC NERVE

A CHOICE LITTLE SEGMENT OF EURRO

A SMALL CRISP DOCUMENTA A TREATY OF TRAITORS

THE LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS OF SOKRATES ARE LOW

THE ECONOMIC WAR GOES ON

MI SO HAPPY

יום שלישי, 13 בספטמבר 2011

The BEST EURO CLIFF JUMPS-First you jump off the cliff and you build wings on the way down.

IKARUS IS THE FIRST EURO JUMPER?

Ikarus Jumped?

Βέβαια και η επικαιρότητα

εκπαιδευτική ή όχι(moron)

δεν μας αφήνει αδιάφορους.....

e ódespois os húngaros é que são suicidas

THE GREEK WAY a 13 de Setembro de 2011 às 15:56


Fonte de informação- Harry Potter

Ikarus jumped and protected his side after Eurynome's jab and Chloe giggled.
Ikarus blushed and moved to sit next to her, but Eurynome got there first, ...

Eury nomine deo...Euro prós amigos ficou

e Ikarus Atirou-se

Assim reza Harry

Assim o Xá Reza...ou rezava....

Phalavi de honra

First you jump off the cliff and you build wings on the way down.

As economic systems become more complex

the need for an effective architecting effort becomes essential

Architectures are fractal economic systems are chaotic

LOGO É PROVÁVEL QUE O PRIMEIRO SALTO PARA O VAZIO OCORRA EM 2012

SERÁ TALVEZ UM SALTO GREGO

O QUE É JUSTO PORQUE NOS IMPINGIRAM OS JOGOS OLÍMPICOS

A MOEDA FALSA

O OSTRACISMO

A CICUTA CONTRA PROBLEMAS SOCIAIS

E AS OLIGARQUIAS ECONÓMICAS

QUE OS HILOTAS GREGOS SEJAM OS PRIMEIROS A PAGAR

PELA FALTA DE UM PROJECTO EURO PEUH...

TAMBÉM É JUSTO

UMA VEZ QUE JÁ NÃO É A PRIMEIRA CIVILIZAÇÃO QUE ARRUINAM

Πέρσα

יום שבת, 14 במאי 2011

ACREDITO EM SÓCRATES E NA SUA DÍVIDA ACREDITO QUE SÓCRATES A AUMENTARÁ PARA BEM DA NAÇÃO

If I Should Fall from Grace with OUR LORD SÓ CRATESSS

QUEREMOS MAIS DÍVIDA Ó SENHORIO NOSSO

QUEREMOS MAIS IMPOSTOS PARA PAGAR A TEUS ACÓLITOS

QUEREMOS SENHORIO NOSSO DAR-TE O NOSSO SANGUE E ALMA

A TI Ó SAGRADO SENHORIO TUDO TE DAREMOS


A TI SENHORIO ETERNO 18 MIL VELAS TE ALUMIAM

QUE SE TORNEM MAIS BASTAS QUE AS ESTRELAS DO CÉU

E OS PEIXES DO MAR OCEANO

NÓS OS QUE TEMOS MUITA FÉ

יום שני, 11 באפריל 2011

DEUSES POLÍTICOS E PALEOLÍTICOS POUCO FIXES

O MARQUÊS FICOU FIXE

SALAZAR FOI FIXOLAS

SOARES FOI FIXE

SÓCRATES DEIXOU DE O SER

NOBRE FOI DEMITIDO DO TÍTULO PELA TURBA

HÁ DEUSES QUE FICAM FIXES

E FISHES QUE NÃO O FICAM

APAGAM-SE COM O TEMPO E OS HUMORES DAS TURBAS INCONSTANTES E POUCO FIXES

יום שישי, 18 במרץ 2011

יום שבת, 5 במרץ 2011

And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay-THE DEVIL AS IS SHARE

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was curing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay