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Re: Qethe, nje urim i vogel per ty shkaktuar nga nje gezim i madh.

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha amor alucius
Kohet e fundit marr lajme te bukura nga te gjitha anet, here per veten dhe here per te tjeret. Sdq, lajmi me i bukur i cili me gezoi tejmase me erdhi ne nje sms nga nje mik i forumit. 1m ne ajer jam hedhur nga gezimi. Vuajtjet dhe mundimet per te arritur nje qellim qe fillimisht nga shume konsiderohej vetem si enderr, u shperblyen me ne fund.

Urime, qethe. Pritme se do e festojme bashke!

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Re: Re: Qethe, nje urim i vogel per ty shkaktuar nga nje gezim i madh.

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha Eria
Nuk thone kot,kujto qenin bej gati shkopin ...
Ate muhabet po beja qepare me dottoren ...
Edhe jam ne pritje per llokume nashi,se te tjerat i rregulluam ..(do me vrasi dottorrja )

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Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha amor alucius


Ky allamudhi na paska qene si beato tra le donne ene se paska ditur kush. Qethe, qethe, aaaaaa qethe. :p

S'vret jo, te pakten mua jo se ia marr ne kthese me gjatesi. :p Tani ju ruani veten. :p

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Kush eshte?

Sa kujtime me kete kenge...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjvoVpOrlbM

"Who Is It"
I Gave Her Money
I Gave Her Time
I Gave Her Everything
Inside One Heart Could Find
I Gave Her Passion
My Very Soul
I Gave Her Promises
And Secrets So Untold

And She Promised Me Forever
And A Day We'd Live As One
We Made Our Vows
We'd Live A Life Anew
And She Promised Me In Secret
That She'd Love Me For All Time
It's A Promise So Untrue
Tell Me What Will I Do?

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find In Someone Else?

(Who Is It?)
It Is A Friend Of Mine
(Who Is It?)
Is It My Brother!
(Who Is It?)
Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
(Who Is It?)
I Can't Take This Stuff No More

I Am The Damned
I Am The Dead
I Am The Agony Inside
The Dying Head
This Is Injustice
Woe Unto Thee
I Pray This Punishment
Would Have Mercy On Me

And She Promised Me Forever
That We'd Live Our Life As One
We Made Our Vows
We'd Live A Love So True
It Seems That She Has Left Me
For Such Reasons Unexplained
I Need To Find The Truth
But See What Will I Do!

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

(Who Is It?)
It Is A Friend Of Mine
(Who Is It?)
Is It My Brother?
(Who Is It?)
Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
(Who Is It?)
I Can't Take It 'Cause I'm Lonely

(Who Is It?)
It Is Friend Of Mine
(Who Is It?)
To Me I'm Bothered
(Who Is It?)
Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
(Who Is It?)
I Can't Take It 'Cause I'm Lonely

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seen Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find Someone Else?

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find Someone Else?

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Bothered Everyday
And She Didn't Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away

And It Doesn't Seem To Matter
And It Doesn't Seem Right
'Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don't You Judge Of My Composure
'Cause I'm Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find Someone Else?

Kohet e fundit po perkufizoj cdo dite e me teper nen-forumin e Muzikes si "Nen-forumi i bythe-flirtimit" ose "Nen-forumi i zemrave, shpirtrave, mungesave, sa e zgjuar jam qe e njoh kete kenge, sa i zgjuar je qe e njeh kete bythe-tundje...". Ca njerez duhet te prezantohen me e-mailin, celularin,...Nje menyre me private per ritualet e çiftezimit. Por natyrisht fillimet e cdo bythe-tundjeje kane nevoje per nje flluske (deluzionisht) te padukeshme e ndertuar rreth nje seri shijesh ose njerezisht qe presupozohet te beje rolin e ngjiteses dhe perforcimit...

*"Njerezit s'kuptojne, njerezit s'marrin vesh..."
-"Ore? Po njerezit kuptokan mo!"

Copeza jete nga e kaluara...

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flake jam e tym n'hava... prapa le pa katandi, njerezi e mal me hi

por kajher per sevda, flaken tu shuj e ti laj... shurren u hedh qe nga ku ri

me te miren perendi

Ok! Zyrtarisht coprolalia ime eshte ngjitese. Aq ngjitese sa i gjithe rrethi im shoqeror i ngushte ka gjasat e mija:

- E di si eshte puna ime dhe Madeline? Eshte njesoj si te humbasesh nje makine Porsche ne kembim te nje Peugeot.

* Une do thoja me teper si te humbisje Porsche ne kembim te nje meringue. Ajo qe ke kapur kohet e fundit eshte shkume pa permbajtje me dy pale kembe te thata. Te pakten Madeline ishte inteligjente, mund te kishe nje bisede normale me te.

° At least it is a fucking meringue. Pse ankohesh, miku im? Merre dhe nje birre, keshtu burrerohesh ndaj dhimbjes.

Dhe ja ku e gjendem tre miq te ngushte; une dhe dy shoke te mite qe ne kolegj rreth nje tavoline ne terrasen e nje kafeje ne bregun e nje lumi, gjate nje dite te bukur vere, duke folur per gjerat me private. Cmenduri.

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha amor alucius
Ok! Zyrtarisht coprolalia ime eshte ngjitese. Aq ngjitese sa i gjithe rrethi im shoqeror i ngushte ka gjasat e mija:
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kete radhe boshti i reflektimit lekundet nga cngjyrosja e pasionit dhe vetem copat e heshtura te akullit dergjen si deshmimtare te trishte te fajesise sime.

Ka raste kur njeriu ndihet aq i lodhur sa realiteti fillon ta shtype ngadale, heshtur, iluzion i embel qe ushqehet nga deshirat e rrenuara. Instinktet e reaksionit te thone qe eshte vetem nje gjendje fizike, per me teper momentale ndaj dhe eshte e kote te besosh ne ate qe po ndodh me psiken tende. Duhet te heqesh dore nga besimi i asaj qe po ndjen, s'duhet te besh asnje veprim, duhet thjeshte te kujdesesh qe te arrish mengjesin pa lene asnje gjurme tek te tjeret te kesaj gjendje -s'mund ti lejosh veten luksin e shenjave fallso. E gjitha kjo ne pritje te mengjesit; kthjellimi i mendjes dhe rigjetja e pozitivizmit. Cfare clirimi kur vjen mengjesi...