LMFAO - Sexy and I Know It
Yeah, yeah
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pimp to the beat
Walking on the street in my new LaFreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control
It's Redfoo with the big F O
They like Bruce Lee rock at the club (yeah)
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I-I-I work out
Girl
2Pac ft. Dr. Dre and Roger Troutman - California Love
2Pac ft. Dr. Dre and Roger Troutman - California Love
[Chorus: Roger Troutman]
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
Eskiler seks deyince birleşmeyi değil daha çok ayrışmayı anlarmış. Osmanlıca cinsiyet , Almanca Geschlecht sözcüklerinde aynı fikir sözkonusu: kapalı kapılar ardında yapılan bir şey değil, daha çok nüfus kâğıdında yazılı bir hane. Latince sexus ’tan kastedilen şey de pek sex on the beach değil, insanların kadın ve erkek olarak iki cinse ayrılması. Hatta belki çok eskiden toplumda kadınla erkeğin ayrı ayrı oturmasını öngören bir tür haremlik-selamlık düzeninin adı.
On the beach (:
Aşk keyifli bir işemedir !
Metabolizma hastalığıdır !
Afyondur !
Köleliktir !
Yanılsamadır !
Doğanın aldatmacasıdır !
Aşk havuzunda kazlar yüzer.
Yaşasın seks !
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."
Kafamda kira ödemeden yaşayan o sahne…
-I… I thought that we loved each other.
-We did.
-I guess not enough.
Arkada çalan snow on the beach… tekrar yaz gelmeli ve ben cuma akşamları tsitp introsu ile sabahlamalıyım muhteşem bi terapi:))
Meeting a woman on the beach, in the park, by the side of a river, he pretends to be Alexander the Great, walks like a lion. And within two days the same fellow is reduced to a rat.
You said I don’t know who I am
But I do know who I am.
I love Rose Gardens
I buy violets every time someone leaves me
I love the great sequoias of Yosemite
and if you asked my sister to describe the first thing she thinks of when she thinks of me
she would say
woodsmoke
I’m gentle
I’m funny
when I’m drunk
though I haven’t been drunk for 14 years
I go on trips to the beach with my friends who don’t know that I’m crazy.
I can do that.
I can do anything-
even leave you
Among those who have everything, I have never seen a family go to the
seashore just to celebrate a political decision, because for them politics
changes almost nothing. This is something I realized when I went to live in
Paris, far away from you: the ruling class may complain about a left-wing
government, they may complain about a right-wing government, but no
government ever ruins their digestion, no government ever breaks their
backs, no government ever inspires a trip to the beach. Politics never
changes their lives, at least not much. What’s strange, too, is that they’re the
ones who engage in politics, though it has almost no effect on their lives.
For the ruling class, in general, politics is a question of aesthetics: a way of
seeing themselves, of seeing the world, of constructing a personality. For us
it was life or death.
It is particularly noteworthy that our fantasy self tends to be very visual, whereas our actual experiences are corporeal. In the fantasy, you observe a scene in your mind's eye or on the computer screen. You see yourself standing on a tropical beach, the blue sea behind you, a big smile on your face, one hand holding a cocktail, the other arm around your lover's waist. Paradise. What the picture does not show is the annoying fly that bites your leg, the cramped feeling in your stomach from eating that rotten fish soup, the tension in your jaw as you fake a big smile, and the ugly fight the happy couple had five minutes ago. If we could only feel what the people in the photos felt while taking them!
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