I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly. If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he’d say, that’s grass! A pink blur! That’s a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles per hour and they jailed him for two days.Isn’t that funny, and sad, too? - Quote From Fehrenheit 451
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Friday, May 6, 2011
Yeollow
I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly. If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he’d say, that’s grass! A pink blur! That’s a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles per hour and they jailed him for two days.Isn’t that funny, and sad, too? - Quote From Fehrenheit 451
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"Mersul cu masina este un fel de sinucidere cu incetinitorul, prin extenuarea formelor, o forma placuta a disparitiei lor." - Jean Baudrillard "America"
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