Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why would I do that? Why get up? Why keep fighting? For what you believe is fighting? For more information, your survival? You can tell me what? You do not even know? Freedom? Or is it? Perhaps the world? Yay-ess? No? Maybe love? Fantasy, Anderson said. The perception is fickle. Weak human intelligence in the struggle to build a temporary no sense or purpose of trying to justify. However, the human heart in love, something as dull can be invented, and all of them as the matrix itself, artificial. Look at it, will be able to Anderson. Now you must know. You can not win. Is pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you stand?
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Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?Why, Mr. Anderson? Why would I do that? Why get up? Why keep fighting? For what you believe is fighting? For more information, your survival? You can tell me what? You do not even know? Freedom? Or is it? Perhaps the world? Yay-ess? No? Maybe love? Fantasy, Anderson said. The perception is fickle. Weak human intelligence in the struggle to build a temporary no sense or purpose of trying to justify. However, the human heart in love, something as dull can be invented, and all of them as the matrix itself, artificial. Look at it, will be able to Anderson. Now you must know. You can not win. Is pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you stand?
YOU'RE a weak human intelligence in the struggle to build a temporary no sense or purpose of trying to justify. crackers
Speech from The American President
America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You've got to want it bad, because it's gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say, "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil who is standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim this land as the 'land of the free'? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. Then you can stand up and sing about the 'land of the free.'"
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America is not easy. American citizens have the right and good. Bad if you need to go to war. It says: "Your freedom of speech? Of the word, stands for Center Stage, at the top of my lungs, spend your life at the top of the opposition may have had blood boiling , To know the man, let's see. You pretend to be a free "land? "Then as a symbol of your country, the land simply can not flag. Characters and actions of citizens to protest, burn flags to exercise the right. Now, to mark protection The main show, you take the class to be free "if you sing the land. "
Give me something to do to kill some time
Take me to that place that I call home
Take away the strains of being lonely
Take me to the tracks at Christie Road
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To kill some time for me to give something
I notice the location of the house, please call
To take up the strain of loneliness
Christie on the road, trucks, please
You like Huey Lewis and the News? Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83,I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humour. In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself. Hey Paul! TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW YOU ****ING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, ****ING BASTARD!
Translation:
HYUIRUISUANDONYUSU you like? Most of their work early in the new wave that was my favorite, but when you v'83 the sport, in fact I own a commercial, I think it was art. To clear the entire album, the sound is crisp and really give a lot of momentum in the professional and bring new luster. He has been compared to ERUVISUKOSUTERO, but I HYUIYUMOA far more bitter in the cynical sense I have. 87, the plan Huey, the most accomplished album. I am the undisputed masterpiece, "hip-Square", a song so catchy, most people are probably listening to the songs I think it is not. However, they not only for compliance, the same joy and the importance of trends, and a personal statement about the band. Hawaii's Paul! So in plain foolish fellow DORSIA expected to get a reservation, please! In addition, ****ING Bastard!
Original: No, it's not. It's ****ing Sunday. And I've got to go to ****ing work in four ****ing hours 'cos every other ****er in my ****ing department is ****ing ill! Now can you see why I'm so ****ing angry?!
Translated: No, not in this case. Sunday was cursed. And I'm within four hours "to the devil in one's work is not good is not good in the department, the stupidity of other people were COS devilishly bad! It is angrily so why can not the slightest idea ?