Monday, November 24, 2008
Dark Spots On My Lcd Tv?
hard against the wall as a resource
pisses me off every time he repeats: "I hope at home and very early, no street." Repudiates I have to know that today I have to go there again with her and see her sitting on the couch with those lusty legs night after night oppress me in a brutal manner, and that glare meaning: "where have you cursed state fallándote to anyone. " Other than that my mother, a wretch from here to the moon, is determined to remind all the dirty things I've done, and after over, shouts at me: I'm a bad son. Poor old, knows that when one takes a 'journey there is no turning back. That's why I prefer a thousand times to live on the street who have to endure this and the useless old woman next to me.
These were the last words I heard Fernando.
That night we had drunk large quantities of liquor in a place that had never been, but in some ways we are familiar. We talked about a lot of things: women, politics, sex and even philosophy. What a way to hold a conversation like this.
"When we go ..." is left thinking, "in fifteen polas us throughout this filthy place.
-Hey why, if we are fine here as well we can stay all night.
"Trust me, for you, go somewhere else cool.
In the place I had already rigged and breathed the stench that was typical of amanecedero in which thousands of things can happen, and drunkards willing, first, to give you a few beers with the reason that one was drowned penalties or for the simple sympathy, and second, that the minimum rose, the anxiety starts in which one get his head broken or ready to run like a deer to save the skin. But also no shortage of them, women of easy and accessible, I have never been with a woman of that world, but I like both, his majesty, the way they look at you, how you tangle with that hair worn, hands down its bodily pleasures. I was always struck those places where you could see the true face of the city where he lived.
But somehow, the look of Fernando had changed when I said those words, but I really trusted him, so I do not worry.
So passed a good time, the bar was running low, only remained the dispossessed, uprooted, those who would not at home ... the street. Both, when about to enter that state of neglect, we realized we had reached the fifteenth beer. Check pockets, found the money, collect and pay the bill.
The night seemed quiet, passed quietly by our side with a slowness that was, for us, peaceful, however, Fernando, apparently, did not share the same.
-Hey where we asked.
"I think ..." she said stammering, which is on that side.
I note the address where we should turn. I kept thinking.
"Oh ... and I think I know for Where are we, "I said, to remember old times?
"Of course my brother, I'd forgotten, I find it strange that chicken head you right?
"But sometimes I tend to forget a lot of memories, you know, to then not become a deep pain.
We made our way as we could, walking those streets where we had been a long time, they live in splendid and fabulous adventures and misadventures. As forgotten. In step in step, and half broken ankles, came to the place, not forgetting, of course, as in the old days, pick up some snow on the road.
"You see? "He asked.
"What else? "There
.
I set at the well site, and suddenly came to me that object to the head of an overwhelming way.
"Of course I see ... but not very clear because I have blurred vision, but ... of course, is that, this beautiful bench that night we said the drunk.
burst out laughing.
, much time has passed and he never gave thanks for this favor. "Hey that severe
plots do not know what I'm amazed to be here.
My fingers went through my hair and grabbed my head hard. No wonder out of that huge.
-Marica as agreed in this place I asked.
I do not know how, I just keeping the site and now ... I thought we should come to greet him.
"Well, let's hope for him.
confess, and in the midst of the heaviness, not having felt this good in a long time.
Every time we got near it, I began to remember what had happened that day: First, get the patch, then partying, then women, then the staggering, and finally two of us in that bank. What great memories.
Fernando was the first sitting.
-Giovanni?
"What happened" I said.
"When you try to give meaning to life will always find little things that make startling as this bank. Do not you think?
"Of course, I said.
At that time, I concluded that the conversation between us had taken a different course. "Lately I have traveled
these small details and I have given a unique pleasure, it is much better than drugs. Sometimes I think all the things we were of no avail ...
I interrupted.
"Hey no, no need to deny everything, sometimes I think the same, but then I get the feeling that something served, we learned to feel life intensely. I think so?
"You might be right "He said, but ... I see parce sit agitated.
received your order.
Since that time we were in a sad, without uttering a single word or a groan, was heard the cry of the night. But the movement was, he'd be the snow clinging to his nose, and I, I took the cigarette to his lips. How difficult is knowing when the final moment comes in a hideous, and worse, is that you do not know what to do with that bull, if you dodge it or wait gored in the belly, and then bleed to death, throwing the entrails, the heart, those things that give warmth to the body.
Suddenly, Fernando took his right hand to face covering with a rough, until I thought he wanted to wrest.
"That shit ... everything came to me over the damn family and responsibilities ... damn, I'm fucked Giovanni, I do not know what to do. At the moment I feel the most insignificant and contemptible creature that everyone wanted to crush, but I do not want to leave, but not take it anymore, the ram would be conclusive and definitive ...
My mind goes blank, do not know how to respond. I've always tried to chat and relieve the problems of my friends, but you could see that in that case there would be no solution. I felt helpless, as if it were a friend of Fernando, just a stranger.
I tried to find words, but the dizziness did not let me, I found nothing but embrace him with my left arm as good we were homeless. Needless to say, the calamities
, offenses, sentences and words echo emitting sharp shadows around us that night, because as I firmly believe: the words are worthless, insignificant, even here.
The sun came and left us blinded her light, and cuddled together, the two arrived at his home. We leave the door. I did not come, he knew his wife well, but I promised that after he hung back. We shook hands and went live in the dark coming home without saying a word until his figure disappeared. Serré the door. Leave me thinking.
few hours later, and with the spirit alive in my veins, I got back home. Ring, Ring Ring and came back and no one opened the door. My friend had left me alone with the bank.
pisses me off every time he repeats: "I hope at home and very early, no street." Repudiates I have to know that today I have to go there again with her and see her sitting on the couch with those lusty legs night after night oppress me in a brutal manner, and that glare meaning: "where have you cursed state fallándote to anyone. " Other than that my mother, a wretch from here to the moon, is determined to remind all the dirty things I've done, and after over, shouts at me: I'm a bad son. Poor old, knows that when one takes a 'journey there is no turning back. That's why I prefer a thousand times to live on the street who have to endure this and the useless old woman next to me.
These were the last words I heard Fernando.
That night we had drunk large quantities of liquor in a place that had never been, but in some ways we are familiar. We talked about a lot of things: women, politics, sex and even philosophy. What a way to hold a conversation like this.
"When we go ..." is left thinking, "in fifteen polas us throughout this filthy place.
-Hey why, if we are fine here as well we can stay all night.
"Trust me, for you, go somewhere else cool.
In the place I had already rigged and breathed the stench that was typical of amanecedero in which thousands of things can happen, and drunkards willing, first, to give you a few beers with the reason that one was drowned penalties or for the simple sympathy, and second, that the minimum rose, the anxiety starts in which one get his head broken or ready to run like a deer to save the skin. But also no shortage of them, women of easy and accessible, I have never been with a woman of that world, but I like both, his majesty, the way they look at you, how you tangle with that hair worn, hands down its bodily pleasures. I was always struck those places where you could see the true face of the city where he lived.
But somehow, the look of Fernando had changed when I said those words, but I really trusted him, so I do not worry.
So passed a good time, the bar was running low, only remained the dispossessed, uprooted, those who would not at home ... the street. Both, when about to enter that state of neglect, we realized we had reached the fifteenth beer. Check pockets, found the money, collect and pay the bill.
The night seemed quiet, passed quietly by our side with a slowness that was, for us, peaceful, however, Fernando, apparently, did not share the same.
-Hey where we asked.
"I think ..." she said stammering, which is on that side.
I note the address where we should turn. I kept thinking.
"Oh ... and I think I know for Where are we, "I said, to remember old times?
"Of course my brother, I'd forgotten, I find it strange that chicken head you right?
"But sometimes I tend to forget a lot of memories, you know, to then not become a deep pain.
We made our way as we could, walking those streets where we had been a long time, they live in splendid and fabulous adventures and misadventures. As forgotten. In step in step, and half broken ankles, came to the place, not forgetting, of course, as in the old days, pick up some snow on the road.
"You see? "He asked.
"What else? "There
.
I set at the well site, and suddenly came to me that object to the head of an overwhelming way.
"Of course I see ... but not very clear because I have blurred vision, but ... of course, is that, this beautiful bench that night we said the drunk.
burst out laughing.
, much time has passed and he never gave thanks for this favor. "Hey that severe
plots do not know what I'm amazed to be here.
My fingers went through my hair and grabbed my head hard. No wonder out of that huge.
-Marica as agreed in this place I asked.
I do not know how, I just keeping the site and now ... I thought we should come to greet him.
"Well, let's hope for him.
confess, and in the midst of the heaviness, not having felt this good in a long time.
Every time we got near it, I began to remember what had happened that day: First, get the patch, then partying, then women, then the staggering, and finally two of us in that bank. What great memories.
Fernando was the first sitting.
-Giovanni?
"What happened" I said.
"When you try to give meaning to life will always find little things that make startling as this bank. Do not you think?
"Of course, I said.
At that time, I concluded that the conversation between us had taken a different course. "Lately I have traveled
these small details and I have given a unique pleasure, it is much better than drugs. Sometimes I think all the things we were of no avail ...
I interrupted.
"Hey no, no need to deny everything, sometimes I think the same, but then I get the feeling that something served, we learned to feel life intensely. I think so?
"You might be right "He said, but ... I see parce sit agitated.
received your order.
Since that time we were in a sad, without uttering a single word or a groan, was heard the cry of the night. But the movement was, he'd be the snow clinging to his nose, and I, I took the cigarette to his lips. How difficult is knowing when the final moment comes in a hideous, and worse, is that you do not know what to do with that bull, if you dodge it or wait gored in the belly, and then bleed to death, throwing the entrails, the heart, those things that give warmth to the body.
Suddenly, Fernando took his right hand to face covering with a rough, until I thought he wanted to wrest.
"That shit ... everything came to me over the damn family and responsibilities ... damn, I'm fucked Giovanni, I do not know what to do. At the moment I feel the most insignificant and contemptible creature that everyone wanted to crush, but I do not want to leave, but not take it anymore, the ram would be conclusive and definitive ...
My mind goes blank, do not know how to respond. I've always tried to chat and relieve the problems of my friends, but you could see that in that case there would be no solution. I felt helpless, as if it were a friend of Fernando, just a stranger.
I tried to find words, but the dizziness did not let me, I found nothing but embrace him with my left arm as good we were homeless. Needless to say, the calamities
, offenses, sentences and words echo emitting sharp shadows around us that night, because as I firmly believe: the words are worthless, insignificant, even here.
The sun came and left us blinded her light, and cuddled together, the two arrived at his home. We leave the door. I did not come, he knew his wife well, but I promised that after he hung back. We shook hands and went live in the dark coming home without saying a word until his figure disappeared. Serré the door. Leave me thinking.
few hours later, and with the spirit alive in my veins, I got back home. Ring, Ring Ring and came back and no one opened the door. My friend had left me alone with the bank.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Templates For A Community Service Letter
The insane spiral
Response
small Quack! Quack! Response
No doubt, "and so far I admit, that slow," that the spirals are the most famous and attractive composition insane one has ever seen. At the moment I have not many words in the mouth, or maybe, fingers are jammed funnel that leave out the words ... well, I let myself of verbiage.
One of my favorite movies: Vertigo the little Alfred (rascal who likes to play with one) and on the other hand, La Antena Esteban Sapir (loaded with symbolism inflaming) a new hiker ways of making films in Latin America. So, I leave you with two trailers that can be striking and disappointing by the way I rummage through the head.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Coolermaster V8 Or Zalman Cnps10x Extreme
disorder promoter
Angelic 
Angelica Sanchez: Promoter of the disorder and rushed morality Exposed recently in an art. The innocent victims were some seats that ended sunken to the ground beyond repair. This was attributed, by the same Angelica Sanchez, including: Re-disorders. The artistic profile of this somber character because insatisafacción frequent than she can conceive as art. She said the artistic vanguard of recent times has taken a nosedive, also considers a total lack of sensitivity of the art object. So be careful curators gentlemen, this lady is on the loose and is looking forward to another artistic Exposed to strike again. For my part I be aware of the situation and try by every means to persuade their mission.
with affection.
a day like this is unforgettable, guys. Sometimes one thinks that this is a mess, crap, an eternal end ... but not as often the case. There are exceptions.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Poem Aboutracism And Civil Rights
14 fragments of human decay
The Tower of Babel - Bruegel 1563
Béla Tarr - Werckmeister harmony
Here are several pieces which, being unconscious for a decadent, encourages me to continue in this task stubbornly wild. The range from the very fragementos philosophy, ranging ways from the legal-political aspect to a song about guys crazy fast. So left to the discretion of each reader as he deems necessary, or best, do not pay too much attention to such trivialities-appellants, if they seem too extravagant and run the line, I wish you a happy ######### stay in the sky!
The Tower of Babel - Bruegel 1563
" I believe we must call things by their name and say clearly that Marxism is in crisis: or rather, finally broke the crisis of Marxism! As she was long, low form blocks. I mean the form of Marxism in the broadest sense: not just the crisis of Marxist theory (which would be too easy to say that has been ignored or betrayed), but also the crisis of the international communist movement Marxism is said, and historically in which Marxism has been involved: the communist parties, the "socialist" countries. The tragedies, conflicts, contradictions, the turns have shaken the international communist movement to the point that no longer exists for the masses, nor in the USSR, or China, or Cuba, or Vietnam, no country world represents at once, "the future", "ideal" made. This crisis is so deep that it reaches to Marxist theory itself, which, not being recognized in the cartoon that has suffered, is reduced to groping "
(Althusser, Louis, in: Tirado Mejía, Stories about socialism unorthodox. La Carreta, Bogotá, Colombia, 1980, p. 12).
" especially Adam and Eve, have the original merit of paradise we freed ourselves, our sin is that we yearn to return to it ".
(Zuleta, Stanislaus, in: Praise of Difficulty and Other Essays . New Man Publishers, Bogotá, Colombia, 2007, p. 14).
" An independent philosopher willing to get rid of all prejudices ... must accept that all things are assumed prejudices, All prejudices are dark spots are caused by sedimentation of tradition ... and this is true even for the great work and idea that philosophy is called ".
(Husserl, Edmund, in: The Crisis of European Sciences and Transcendental Phenomenology . Trad. Inglesa D. Carr. Northwestern University Press, Evanston, 1970, p. 17.)
" Heidegger identified human reason, rationality, healthy and common understanding, as the philosophers use these terms, using non-self-conscious, uneigentlich, and unquestioned of an inherited language. Philosophy is not merely the use of that tradition, not simply the distribution of truth values \u200b\u200bover a range of sentences that are already present -language because all essential questions of philosophy remains necessarily out of date ... The philosophy is essentially out of date because it belongs to those few things is not destined to never find an immediate echo in today for ".
(Rorty, Richard. In: Essays on Heidegger and other contemporary thinkers. Chap.: Philosophy as a science, as a metaphor and political. Paidos, p. 33)
" If in the future as we become transparent to us that were to disappear the distinction between knowledge practical and theoretical institutions certainly disappear as well as science, philosophy and literature in its present form "
(Putnam, Hilary. In: The meaning and the moral sciences. Part II: literature, science and reflection. National Autonomous University of Mexico. Mexico. 1991, p. 103)
" Man does not speak: for his mouth speaks what is a code word. The words think for one (...) It's funny to be very western French intellectuals who have chosen the role of celebrants in the office of the dead. They have composed a Requiem Mass for the subject, for the individual, for the person. Listen:
Roland Barthes said, "Man is dead."
Michel Foucault said: "The human figure is a recent invention; assessed in a phase of the culture that began a century and a half and may be about to conclude, the figure of the man soon be erased like a face drawn in the sand on the seashore. "
Claude Lévy-Strauss said, "the ultimate aim of human sciences is not to build the man but to dissolve. Show it, not how men think in myths, but how myths operate in men's minds without men being aware of it. Should forget all of the thinking subject and proceed as if the thought process takes place in the myths. " ( The Raw and the Cooked) .
Louis Althusser said: "Individuals are only certain effects of the structure"
Jacques Derrida said: "We must deconstruct the writing built man. "
Jean Baudrillard said, "objects (things, appliances, electronics, even human bodies) before undergoing the subject forms now give them triumph over this: The object overrides the subject."
Jacques Lacan said: "The personal word is worthless. It is not man who speaks, speaks that . We must move from the first to the third grammatical person to avoid the subjectivism of an outmoded humanism . "
Gilles Deleuze said: "The Schizoid postmodern increases its value to the extent that is divided, fragmented, pulverized, dispersed human subjectivity. "
(Imbert, Enrique. In: Modernity and Postmodernism . Torres Agüero Editor. Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1997, p. 19)
" In the original unity of being first, is contained the secondary cause of all beings, and the seeds of its inevitable destruction "
(Poe, Edgar Allan. In: Eureka or essay on the universe . Losada Classic. Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2004, p. 9 )
"It was become quite time. Their presence bothered me and I weighed. Would tell him to go, let me, when suddenly shouted in a sort of pop, turning to me: "No, I can not believe! I am sure that now you want another life! ". I replied that of course was true, but it was more important to be desired rich, swim very fast, or have made a better mouth. It was the same order. I interrupted and asked how I saw this other life. Then I yelled "A life in which I could remember it!" And immediately told him that was enough. God wanted to speak yet, but I stepped toward him and tried to explain last time I had little time. God did not want to lose. He tried to change the subject, wondering why she called "sir" and not "father." That irritated me and I told him it was not my father, he was with the other ".
(Camus, Albert. In: Abroad. Emecé Editors. Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2004, p. 153)
" never make the mistake of believing in the human race, hunger, misery, you deserve to expect. Peace, first war, peace and be at peace (...) War, hate, it's fun " .
(Eskorbuto. In: The crazy kids accelerated. Paz-first war).
" The greatest kings held both of my protected many can not even eat or walk, or do without them for over an hour. Not infrequently precedence over the courgettes to the wise , who boast only tended to remain in their homes. I do not think that the reason for this preference is no secret or surprise, since such wise, cocky with his doctrine, do not usually talk to the chief more than sad things, without realizing that sometimes hurt sensitive ears to the harsh truth . Jesters, meanwhile, kept the game, pleasure, laughter, smile, what more is expected in the palaces. Grant that only they are sincere and truthful, the quality of the insane is not negligible. Because what is more commendable than truth? Although Plato Alcibiades did say that only in its infancy and wine, all the esteem in which I is taken due particularly to me, and was recognized as Euripides, the author of that famous proverb repeated by us, which says that the fool says no more than insanity. All that the maniac is in the heart is shown on the face and puts it in his words. But the wise have two languages, as it recalls Euripides, one of which says truth, and the other which in the circumstances consider appropriate. They know how to change black into white, and blowing with the same mouth also cold and heat, because a large gap between the chipping inside and pretending with his words ".
(In Rotterdam, Erasmus. In: Praise of Folly . Editorial Paper Kite. Medellin, Colombia, 1998, p. 51)
" face of theology and philosophy on the one hand and, on the other, against the social and technical adjustments, the lawyer is a public in an intermediate position and on the defensive, no longer can count on the intangibility native to their position, and the definitions contained in their training is on hold ".
(Schmitt, Carl. In: The concept of politics. Prologue. Alianza Editorial. Madrid, Spain, 1998, p. 45)
Embrace the darkness - Charles Bukowski
" Confusion is the god
madness is the god
permanent peace life
permanent peace is death.
agony
can kill or can sustain life
but peace is always horrible
peace is the worst thing
walking talking smiling
appearing to be .
not forget the sidewalks,
whores,
betrayal,
the worm in the apple,
bars,
prison suicides of lovers.
here in America
we assassinated a president and his brother,
other president has left office.
people who believe in politics is
as people who believe in God:
twisted straws.
remains distressed
slide ".
(Bukowski, Charles. From: skinned against the . Editorial Anagram. Barcelona, \u200b\u200bSpain, 2006, p. 433)
Béla Tarr - Werckmeister harmony
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Mobic More Drug_warnings_recalls
Death in the Afternoon
"All art is made solely by the individual, the individual is all that man has and all the schools serve only to include his disciples in the number of failed . The individual, the great artist, when it appears, used what they have discovered the other or what has come to know in the realm of his art until he appears. Is able to accept or reject a number of things in a very short period of time, it seems that their knowledge was born with it and does nothing to make instantly what an ordinary man would need a lifetime to learn. The great artist then goes beyond what has been done or known before, and do your own work. But among those of these great individuals take long, and who have known the great artists of the past rarely recognize the new ones when they arrive. Want everything to be as soon as they remember. Are the other, contemporaries, who first recognized the great new personalities for their willingness to know it all so quickly, and, finally, those who live the memory of the past recognize this as well. To these must apologize for not having recognized them immediately, because waiting periods have been so many great liars, you have made cautious to the point of no longer believing rather than their own feelings. Relying only on his memory. And memory, of course, never true "
Extract from the novel by Ernest Hemingway: Death in the Afternoon. -Salvador+Dal%C3%AD.jpg)
Art is ephemeral (and I mean all art, and when I say everything is everything) and it is like changing underwear (briefs, boxers, panties, etc.), change every day in order to prevent problems (humidity, sweat, odor ... crabs!), or el peor de los casos, nos acostumbramos a ello, y hacemos el peor de los usos. Un día estamos en el arte pictórico renacentista, otro en la vanguardia, otro en el pop art, otro en la literatura decimonónica europea, latinoamericana, norteamericana, etc; y hasta los extremos de llegar a la tragedia griega, o peor aún, de rendir tributo a la tradición filosófica. Incluso, parece irónico tomar un fragmento de una novela de 1932. Hay que admitirlo, somos exhumadores de tumbas. 
"All art is made solely by the individual, the individual is all that man has and all the schools serve only to include his disciples in the number of failed . The individual, the great artist, when it appears, used what they have discovered the other or what has come to know in the realm of his art until he appears. Is able to accept or reject a number of things in a very short period of time, it seems that their knowledge was born with it and does nothing to make instantly what an ordinary man would need a lifetime to learn. The great artist then goes beyond what has been done or known before, and do your own work. But among those of these great individuals take long, and who have known the great artists of the past rarely recognize the new ones when they arrive. Want everything to be as soon as they remember. Are the other, contemporaries, who first recognized the great new personalities for their willingness to know it all so quickly, and, finally, those who live the memory of the past recognize this as well. To these must apologize for not having recognized them immediately, because waiting periods have been so many great liars, you have made cautious to the point of no longer believing rather than their own feelings. Relying only on his memory. And memory, of course, never true "
Extract from the novel by Ernest Hemingway: Death in the Afternoon.
Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1952-1954) Salvador Dalí
Art is ephemeral (and I mean all art, and when I say everything is everything) and it is like changing underwear (briefs, boxers, panties, etc.), change every day in order to prevent problems (humidity, sweat, odor ... crabs!), or el peor de los casos, nos acostumbramos a ello, y hacemos el peor de los usos. Un día estamos en el arte pictórico renacentista, otro en la vanguardia, otro en el pop art, otro en la literatura decimonónica europea, latinoamericana, norteamericana, etc; y hasta los extremos de llegar a la tragedia griega, o peor aún, de rendir tributo a la tradición filosófica. Incluso, parece irónico tomar un fragmento de una novela de 1932. Hay que admitirlo, somos exhumadores de tumbas.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Vezon Building Instructions
The task for moviegoers
Como bien concordamos con la señora Ladym, este es el ejercicio que le prometi.
Como bien concordamos con la señora Ladym, este es el ejercicio que le prometi.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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Monday, September 15, 2008
Free 1 Seater Dune Buggy Plans For Free
The genius of the crowd - Charles Bukowski
There is enough treachery, hatred, violence
,
human folly in the current
As to supply any army or any
day.
And Murderers Are Best
Those who preach against Him. Best
And Those Who Are Those
hate preaching
LOVE AND THE BEST FIGHTING IN THE WAR
SON - THE END, THOSE WHO PREACH
PEACE.
Those who speak of God NEED GOD
Those who preach peace do not have peace. THOSE
PREACHING THAT HAVE NO LOVE LOVE
PREACHERS
BEWARE Beware those who know.
Beware Those Who
are ALWAYS READING BOOKS
Beware
those who detest poverty or are proud of it.
Beware of those Quick
Of Praise For Praise They need to change
Beware of those who censure
Speed \u200b\u200bThan They Fear
not know
Beware of those that constantly seek
Crowds, No Son Nada
Beware
alone
Man Power Current
With Women With Your Love
CARE
Your Love Is Power, Power Search
What
But hate is a genius
It Cool Enough To Kill The Hate Like, How To Kill A Anyone
.
Unwilling
La Soledad Soledad did not understand the attempt to destroy
Anything that differs from one's own
not being able to create art
not Understand Art
Consider Your failure
As Creators
only as a failure
World
not being able to love fully
BELIEVE Your Love Is Incomplete
and then you will hate
and hatred will be perfect
Shining like a diamond knife
Like A AS A AS
TIGRE Cicuta
Your Best
ART 
There is enough treachery, hatred, violence
,
human folly in the current
As to supply any army or any
day.
And Murderers Are Best
Those who preach against Him. Best
And Those Who Are Those
hate preaching
LOVE AND THE BEST FIGHTING IN THE WAR
SON - THE END, THOSE WHO PREACH
PEACE.
Those who speak of God NEED GOD
Those who preach peace do not have peace. THOSE
PREACHING THAT HAVE NO LOVE LOVE
PREACHERS
BEWARE Beware those who know.
Beware Those Who
are ALWAYS READING BOOKS
Beware
those who detest poverty or are proud of it.
Beware of those Quick
Of Praise For Praise They need to change
Beware of those who censure
Speed \u200b\u200bThan They Fear
not know
Beware of those that constantly seek
Crowds, No Son Nada
Beware
alone
Man Power Current
With Women With Your Love
CARE
Your Love Is Power, Power Search
What
But hate is a genius
It Cool Enough To Kill The Hate Like, How To Kill A Anyone
.
Unwilling
La Soledad Soledad did not understand the attempt to destroy
Anything that differs from one's own
not being able to create art
not Understand Art
Consider Your failure
As Creators
only as a failure
World
not being able to love fully
BELIEVE Your Love Is Incomplete
and then you will hate
and hatred will be perfect
Shining like a diamond knife
Like A AS A AS
TIGRE Cicuta
Your Best
ART
Monday, September 1, 2008
Pokemon That Follow You Soul Silver Sprites
The Twilight of the "books" solemn Litany
"I spent all afternoon in the library. There were no books in it, for nearly half a century is not printed. And I expected so much after that was to microfilm the Library of Prometheus. Did not exist. Could no longer browse the shelves, weigh hefty tomes in hand, savoring fine volume, which predicted the duration of your reading pleasure. The library reminded an electronic laboratory. The books were small crystals aggregate content, and were read using an Opton. It even looked like a book, though only one page between the covers. Touching this sheet appeared by order of the text pages, one after another. But, as I said the robot vendor, Opton were used very little. The public preferred the lectones, reading aloud, and it was possible to choose the voice, rhythm and modulation choice. Only pages were printed on plastic, mimicking the role, some scientific publications highly regarded audience. Therefore I could fit in a pocket all my shopping, but it was three hundred titles. "
Excerpted from the science fiction novel by Stanislaw Lem: Return of the stars. 
"I spent all afternoon in the library. There were no books in it, for nearly half a century is not printed. And I expected so much after that was to microfilm the Library of Prometheus. Did not exist. Could no longer browse the shelves, weigh hefty tomes in hand, savoring fine volume, which predicted the duration of your reading pleasure. The library reminded an electronic laboratory. The books were small crystals aggregate content, and were read using an Opton. It even looked like a book, though only one page between the covers. Touching this sheet appeared by order of the text pages, one after another. But, as I said the robot vendor, Opton were used very little. The public preferred the lectones, reading aloud, and it was possible to choose the voice, rhythm and modulation choice. Only pages were printed on plastic, mimicking the role, some scientific publications highly regarded audience. Therefore I could fit in a pocket all my shopping, but it was three hundred titles. "
Excerpted from the science fiction novel by Stanislaw Lem: Return of the stars.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Boxer Puppies, Wilson, Nc
beauty and emptiness oblique
Effervescence and ... then the filthy unhinged rage, "that" they want to scream, "that" he wants to destroy everything, "that" ... I remember the toll that divorce me. It reminds me and says much more that desire for solitude, inevitable but cozy. Now the fish must be squirming in the water. A street. Rabies continues
much more rampant, any contact with a stranger disgusts me any indication of words me fastidia…la pierna derecha empieza a alterarse, en mi mano se ven voluptuosos los nudillos, quiero probarlos con alguien…llego a mi destino…continuo mirando mal; mi acompañante llega…ahora, a una funeraria.
Increíblemente la rabia desapareció…un mar de letanías a alguien desconocido retumban en mi mente, me ahogaron, me ahogue…quede como un ser apacible y solemne…sollozos por un lado, llanto por el otro…rostros bañados de esa debilidad humana…ojos a punto de estallar…la “experiencia” acariciaba y regocijaba el dolor de la puerilidad…un suspiro entra en mi pecho y me recuerda el “fin” y la “absolución”…la "Nothing",
A coffin left a dead quiet ... ... the elderly are tired of holding-note to this body with pretensions of sovereignty ... useless! It is better to be out here in there. The old woman's face was tense and distressed, his lips compressed revealed that more words would not have to fly, his wrinkled hands and tired demonstrated how tedious it will cost to live, their eyes ... no more ... I wanted to give back ... I'm leaving empty.
Only a face caught my attention, a fair complexion, red cheeks, lips ... not yet describe a waist-long hair that could ensnare to an entirely uniform, and the great body finitude ... now ... another face, angelic and childlike, his eyes rose, shyness at its best ... I think ... I remember ever having seen it, I never forget a face. 
Effervescence and ... then the filthy unhinged rage, "that" they want to scream, "that" he wants to destroy everything, "that" ... I remember the toll that divorce me. It reminds me and says much more that desire for solitude, inevitable but cozy. Now the fish must be squirming in the water. A street. Rabies continues
much more rampant, any contact with a stranger disgusts me any indication of words me fastidia…la pierna derecha empieza a alterarse, en mi mano se ven voluptuosos los nudillos, quiero probarlos con alguien…llego a mi destino…continuo mirando mal; mi acompañante llega…ahora, a una funeraria.
Increíblemente la rabia desapareció…un mar de letanías a alguien desconocido retumban en mi mente, me ahogaron, me ahogue…quede como un ser apacible y solemne…sollozos por un lado, llanto por el otro…rostros bañados de esa debilidad humana…ojos a punto de estallar…la “experiencia” acariciaba y regocijaba el dolor de la puerilidad…un suspiro entra en mi pecho y me recuerda el “fin” y la “absolución”…la "Nothing",
A coffin left a dead quiet ... ... the elderly are tired of holding-note to this body with pretensions of sovereignty ... useless! It is better to be out here in there. The old woman's face was tense and distressed, his lips compressed revealed that more words would not have to fly, his wrinkled hands and tired demonstrated how tedious it will cost to live, their eyes ... no more ... I wanted to give back ... I'm leaving empty.
Only a face caught my attention, a fair complexion, red cheeks, lips ... not yet describe a waist-long hair that could ensnare to an entirely uniform, and the great body finitude ... now ... another face, angelic and childlike, his eyes rose, shyness at its best ... I think ... I remember ever having seen it, I never forget a face.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Mixed Wrestling In Bangalore
Risa in "Stranger Than Paradise" The Mask of Satan
Why Willie never Eva took to the racetrack? Flatulence? 
"Being in the world" ... as complex and satirical. Absorbed characters and simple, honest and fair dialogue, unexpected adventure and final settlement dotted with banality. All this conspired to result in a gloomy film in which laughter and emptiness is a constant.
Why Willie never Eva took to the racetrack? Flatulence?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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