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"Sarcasmo: l'ultimo rifugio per le persone modeste quando l'intimità della loro anima è stata troppo violata."
Fëdor Dostoevskij
Sarcasm is friends with anger, neighbors with fear. It's a way of attacking someone indirectly, a jab in the back versus a slap in the face. It's a tool we learn over time, a defense against cleverness, a weapon of wit. There's no way to tell the truth from a genuine joker. Their heart is guarded like a stand-up comedian with a hostile audience. Their emotions are every bit as real as yours, but they're shielded and hidden behind asbestos insulation – sure to be toxic to anyone who tries to tear their way through. I've been taken by some to the point of tears, torn right down to the softest part of me, straight to the middle where they twisted the knife. It hurt even more because they showed no weakness, no unshielded quarters that proved they were human. Not that it mattered, anyhow. A chink in the armor only tempts you to fight back. But you can't break a stone heart with anything less than a sledgehammer – and your shoulders will soon be aching if you carry those kinds of weapons around.
All the way to Korea, and this is what he brings me back: a little Totoro cell phone thing. I put it on my bag, since I have no need for a dangly thing on my cell phone. Better than last time, when he brought me a canned coffee.
The protester walked to this access gate, held up his sign and directed it to the police on the other side of the fence (30-40 feet away). After a few moments of the protester trying to get their attention, one officer yelled out, without too much sarcasm, "you should have wrote it bigger."
My favorite part is the Hello Kitty bank...So very masculine (sarcasm - ha ha)
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FGR Group - half-naked standing in front of window. (but I mostly have clothes on).
A cheaply made intentionally shoddy Z movie released in the closing days of the Jimmy Carter administration. Variety wrote that the film "isn't even worthy of sarcasm." The same could be said for Carter.
"I know I'm gonna miss her
a tomatoe ate my sister"
{Actually the movie is much better than Carter}
Oh Sarcasm...where would I be without you?
For Flickr Roulette's - I'm a Poser (Self portraits which express some kind of self love)
So it's like every other day, basically.... =p!
Essay: “How to Talk to a Bully (if you must)” at wp.me/p4scHf-cY.
The Donald (Trump, that is) is at it again. This time he plays the victim of a Vast Right-Wing Establishment Conspiracy. (What other traits does he share with Hillary?)
Piqued at sarcasm and hyperbole from Fox News, which so humorously lampooned Trump’s self-evident habit of demonizing his foes (always in a yuuuge way!), Trump revealed just how thin-skinned he really is.
Trump has nothing in common with the Great Emancipator or the Great Communicator. There is no there, there. Accomplished hucksters need not apply!
See “How to Talk to a Bully (if you must)” at wp.me/p4scHf-cY.
Alana nunca foi uma pessoa doce. Educada e quase simpática, no máximo, mas suas ações quase sempre tinham um toque de ironia e sarcasmo. Alana sempre foi uma pessoa fria, que sempre odiou mostrar seus sentimentos. Tão diferente de sua irmã gêmea, que demonstrava o que sentia com facilidade.
Mas Alana nunca se importou. Pois todas suas ações... Todas elas... Eram feitas pensando no bem das pessoas ao seu redor. A jovem sempre fora separada do mundo por uma parede de gelo que nunca derrete, mas sempre se preocupou com todos.
Alana nunca foi uma pessoa. Ela é parte de uma alma. Ela somente é uma parte, enquanto Hannah é a outra.
"Um laço que nunca se rompe.
Uma corrente que nunca se quebra e liga dois corações.
Esses são os laços de gêmeos."
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Oi, gente! :3 Sumi pra caralho, né? Desculpem. Eu meio que desanimei e só estou no tumblr agora. Gomen, gomen. Não faço mais, tá? Juro que ainda estou viva e com projetos para trocar esse obitsu da Alana.
E eu queria muito, muito, mesmo comprar um Tae Sol e fazer uma custom pro Soma. Mas, cara, meu dinheiro tá muito curto. Quem sabe um dia sai, né? n_n
Então, como vocês estam? Estou com saudades de todos, apesar de ter a certeza de que todos me esqueceram. :3
Não me culpem também, porque agora estou cabulando uma tarefa de decorar uns 150 kanjis. Se preguiça matasse, eu estava a sete palmos da terra.
Bom, eu também me viciei em outra coisa. Um jogo.
Fatal Frame.
Pqp, viu. Histórias perfeitas e lindas, sustos na medida certa... Esse papo todo de gêmeas (com a Alana e a Hannah) me lembra muito Fatal Frame II, que fala justamente disso.
Enfim, passei pra falar que não morri e que quero ficar mais presente. n_n
Então é isso! o/ (Beijo pra quem leu tudo. e_e)
July 25, 2010
London, ON
London Pride Parade.
As with any Pride Parade, biblical protesters came out in oddly small numbers with their poster-board placards citing vague passages that represented their intolerance.
In retaliation, three other people - obviously predicting a placard-bearing protest group - decided to make their own placards, but luckily favoured sarcasm and humour instead of anti-gay bigotry.
There was another noticeable sign like his that read "God Hates Shrimp" which, if you have looked at a Bible lately, is actually true. Well, any shellfish actually.
2010 Matthew Trevithick Photography