Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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"The World" December 30, 2010
Approaching the end of the year and this, as if it were a post-it's huge size, indicates that the time passes. Runs, passes, runs away, there are many terms used to denote this proceeding of the clock. Personally, I find myself two and a half from a threshold that is usually defined as important: 50 years of life, the so-called "middle age". The latter term
reassures me, because if 50 is "middle age", meaning that the "whole" is 100 years old. Given the longevity of my ancestors the goal does not seem unattainable. One thing I learned in my almost fifty years is that life is "strange" or better, has some very unpredictable ways to teach us to grow. As he sang the aforementioned Biagio Antonacci: "Sometimes fate more imagination than us."
smile when I think about the fact that I, inadvertently divided into periods of my life ran wild, enormous efforts to achieve a result and, in moments of lucid and patient waiting, in which I allowed the existence of "flow" without that I struggled to get a result. The result of all this is, indeed, reflect. Yes, because, as much as I trained and worked hard to get any results, then it came when I stopped looking for him, tracking, and sometimes even unintentionally. On those occasions I was reminded of the words of a friend, guiding spirit medium who, on several occasions told me: "... If you ask for. If you try to find but if you do not want. "
This apparent contradiction is contained a great truth. If you ask the Universe, it will respond using all his creative energy to achieve what you requested. So look what you've asked, trying to achieve and grow, learn from your quest. Know, though, that will only when you stop wanting what you have asked for will come to you. You know what the truth is: it works just as well. I bring you an example that will be enlightening even, apparently, off-topic. Many of you will not find success in something more, such as car keys. To engage spasmodically to find and then ... when you have stopped looking, as if by magic, they make themselves known to you right before your eyes. I've always been there and had not noticed before. The case with everything in life. If we want something we start winning his wing and this is undoubtedly grow. Stress, fatigue, research are all ways growth. Precisely because we are growing we turn our attention where we believe it is the "object" that we are looking for. I stress the fact that our eyes should be "... where we believe it is ...", not where it is. The immaturity leads us to find out where we believe it is. Maturity leads our gaze to the right place at the right time. Here then is that the task of searching for us but only time will grow to mature and, just when we stop, when we let life just flows .... Effortlessly comes to us all that we have pursued both. I like to say: "Do not try to push the river, let life takes you!"
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca 
Approaching the end of the year and this, as if it were a post-it's huge size, indicates that the time passes. Runs, passes, runs away, there are many terms used to denote this proceeding of the clock. Personally, I find myself two and a half from a threshold that is usually defined as important: 50 years of life, the so-called "middle age". The latter term
reassures me, because if 50 is "middle age", meaning that the "whole" is 100 years old. Given the longevity of my ancestors the goal does not seem unattainable. One thing I learned in my almost fifty years is that life is "strange" or better, has some very unpredictable ways to teach us to grow. As he sang the aforementioned Biagio Antonacci: "Sometimes fate more imagination than us."
smile when I think about the fact that I, inadvertently divided into periods of my life ran wild, enormous efforts to achieve a result and, in moments of lucid and patient waiting, in which I allowed the existence of "flow" without that I struggled to get a result. The result of all this is, indeed, reflect. Yes, because, as much as I trained and worked hard to get any results, then it came when I stopped looking for him, tracking, and sometimes even unintentionally. On those occasions I was reminded of the words of a friend, guiding spirit medium who, on several occasions told me: "... If you ask for. If you try to find but if you do not want. "
This apparent contradiction is contained a great truth. If you ask the Universe, it will respond using all his creative energy to achieve what you requested. So look what you've asked, trying to achieve and grow, learn from your quest. Know, though, that will only when you stop wanting what you have asked for will come to you. You know what the truth is: it works just as well. I bring you an example that will be enlightening even, apparently, off-topic. Many of you will not find success in something more, such as car keys. To engage spasmodically to find and then ... when you have stopped looking, as if by magic, they make themselves known to you right before your eyes. I've always been there and had not noticed before. The case with everything in life. If we want something we start winning his wing and this is undoubtedly grow. Stress, fatigue, research are all ways growth. Precisely because we are growing we turn our attention where we believe it is the "object" that we are looking for. I stress the fact that our eyes should be "... where we believe it is ...", not where it is. The immaturity leads us to find out where we believe it is. Maturity leads our gaze to the right place at the right time. Here then is that the task of searching for us but only time will grow to mature and, just when we stop, when we let life just flows .... Effortlessly comes to us all that we have pursued both. I like to say: "Do not try to push the river, let life takes you!"
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Printable Exchange Diet
"The World" December 29, 2010
As you may recall, yesterday morning I had to go to give blood at Avis. I have regularly presented to the Transfusion Centre, and just arrived in the waiting room, I saw the doctor responsible for checking prior to sampling, which emerged from his study of race and headed to another hospital. After me came other donors and, together, we patiently awaited the return of the doctor. The wait was not short at all. On her return she showed clear signs on the face of his bad mood. Asked me to enter, check my card, he drew a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God you're here." I could not understand his statement but, fortunately, he continued: "I'm desperate, have you seen how long they have been down ?. In fact, his absence was very long. "I have a patient in need chemotherapy down in platelets, blood, everything ... there's no way to find anything .... It's your group ... a row on that chair and go to donate. "
I could not find the words to answer. I remained silent in order not to impede inspections it was doing on me and, after finishing these, I went to one of the chairs on which to place donations. To make sure that everything was ok, it was the same doctor to take care of preparing everything for my donation although there was room in the nurse in charge of this activity. The words of the doctor, his mood and what had happened, I was deeply touched. Aware that the gift of blood is used to help other people who need them but touch "emergency" so close is something else. The knowledge that there is someone who waits for my blood to be worked to see increased his hopes of life has really touched me. During the withdrawal, lying on the chair, I felt particularly grateful to the existence of me given this opportunity to help others. As I said yesterday, knowing that someone may have saved his life thanks to an act so natural, but whose importance is directly proportional to its simplicity makes me think that it would be folly not to. Try to imagine that the woman left to wait for my blood was a person dear to you and that its survival depended on my decision to donate blood or not to give: you would not be motivated by the desire to donate to begging to save groped person dear to you? Well, I did! Now it's up to you!
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca
(Photo by Paul Gepri)
In the photo of Prince Diofebo Meli Lupi Soragna 
As you may recall, yesterday morning I had to go to give blood at Avis. I have regularly presented to the Transfusion Centre, and just arrived in the waiting room, I saw the doctor responsible for checking prior to sampling, which emerged from his study of race and headed to another hospital. After me came other donors and, together, we patiently awaited the return of the doctor. The wait was not short at all. On her return she showed clear signs on the face of his bad mood. Asked me to enter, check my card, he drew a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God you're here." I could not understand his statement but, fortunately, he continued: "I'm desperate, have you seen how long they have been down ?. In fact, his absence was very long. "I have a patient in need chemotherapy down in platelets, blood, everything ... there's no way to find anything .... It's your group ... a row on that chair and go to donate. "
I could not find the words to answer. I remained silent in order not to impede inspections it was doing on me and, after finishing these, I went to one of the chairs on which to place donations. To make sure that everything was ok, it was the same doctor to take care of preparing everything for my donation although there was room in the nurse in charge of this activity. The words of the doctor, his mood and what had happened, I was deeply touched. Aware that the gift of blood is used to help other people who need them but touch "emergency" so close is something else. The knowledge that there is someone who waits for my blood to be worked to see increased his hopes of life has really touched me. During the withdrawal, lying on the chair, I felt particularly grateful to the existence of me given this opportunity to help others. As I said yesterday, knowing that someone may have saved his life thanks to an act so natural, but whose importance is directly proportional to its simplicity makes me think that it would be folly not to. Try to imagine that the woman left to wait for my blood was a person dear to you and that its survival depended on my decision to donate blood or not to give: you would not be motivated by the desire to donate to begging to save groped person dear to you? Well, I did! Now it's up to you!
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca
(Photo by Paul Gepri)
In the photo of Prince Diofebo Meli Lupi Soragna
Monday, December 27, 2010
Is It Illegal To Not Charge Sales Tax
"The World", December 28, 2010
Today I am going to donate blood. A gesture that costs me very little, if not a few hours of time. A simple gesture, which is directly proportional to its importance. Does anyone through my actions may have saved his life! Inside me I feel it would be folly not to do so and yet thousands of people do not and have not even touched on the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing it. In my mind, therefore, formulate a thought in which I tell you, these people are not even touched on the idea of \u200b\u200bsaving another human being, and frankly, I can hardly believe it! I wonder how it is possible that a man or woman think they do not donate blood because they "fear of the needle," or are bothered by the sight of blood, even worse, have no time! That says a lot about the relationship we have with ourselves and with others. I invite you to think what would happen if in need of blood was you or one of your loved ones and there was the availability of the blood itself. You might consider the idea of \u200b\u200bseeing a loved one die just because someone, afraid of the needle, denied him a bit 'of his blood and a few hours of his time. This thought leads you to act not to overcome your fears? There is no guide to action that can be helpful you, other ed'esempio for the whole world? Meanwhile, I would say that for any pure overcome, you are a little more free, and this, surely return to your advantage. If you overcome your fears, led by your example, other people will do and will save many more lives. Come on, do not say I will do it! Today I am writing only a few lines because the AVIS waiting for me and life can not wait!
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca
(Photo by Paul Gepri) 
Today I am going to donate blood. A gesture that costs me very little, if not a few hours of time. A simple gesture, which is directly proportional to its importance. Does anyone through my actions may have saved his life! Inside me I feel it would be folly not to do so and yet thousands of people do not and have not even touched on the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing it. In my mind, therefore, formulate a thought in which I tell you, these people are not even touched on the idea of \u200b\u200bsaving another human being, and frankly, I can hardly believe it! I wonder how it is possible that a man or woman think they do not donate blood because they "fear of the needle," or are bothered by the sight of blood, even worse, have no time! That says a lot about the relationship we have with ourselves and with others. I invite you to think what would happen if in need of blood was you or one of your loved ones and there was the availability of the blood itself. You might consider the idea of \u200b\u200bseeing a loved one die just because someone, afraid of the needle, denied him a bit 'of his blood and a few hours of his time. This thought leads you to act not to overcome your fears? There is no guide to action that can be helpful you, other ed'esempio for the whole world? Meanwhile, I would say that for any pure overcome, you are a little more free, and this, surely return to your advantage. If you overcome your fears, led by your example, other people will do and will save many more lives. Come on, do not say I will do it! Today I am writing only a few lines because the AVIS waiting for me and life can not wait!
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca
(Photo by Paul Gepri)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Can You Get High Off Phentermine
"The World", December 27, 2010
A song of Anna Oxa, dating back many years ago, began with these words: "When a love is born ...."
Try to recall the adrenaline that has guided your day in your life when there's a new love. The magic enveloping your every gesture. Whatever you were doing, even the most trivial or the heaviest there appeared to be easy, fun, full of satisfaction. In fact gestures of all time, attended the same people, but to radically change was your state of mind. Can you imagine what would happen if you managed to live in the same state of mind to any fact of your existence? Would you be in heaven, you would have returned to Eden from which we are told, we were driven out. In reality we are not never been driven by any paradise, but simply we have "tasted the fruit of knowledge." In short, we have opened the way for our mind and we have allowed to change from "servant" to "host". To transform our lives by "hell" to "paradise" are not the facts of our existence but not the thoughts that we project on it. Let me give an example. We said that "When a love is born ..." you feel like heaven and would like everyone had a mate because you find that this will take you to a wonderful state of happiness. Imagine your neighbor who lives with his companion for thirty years and after just ten do not stand it anymore. To consider this a hell the last two decades of his life and imputes it to his companion's mood. As you can see, in the same situation you feel in heaven and someone else to hell. Maybe it happened to you to find uncomfortable, in a real hell, with a companion or have a friend who then left. Yet were you and you are still you but the feelings and emotions of that time were diametrically opposed to those who try now. This, once again brings to mind and its ability to show things like a hell or heaven. The so-called "knowledge" is also called "tree of good and evil. " Our mind, in order to proceed in his business or in a kind of survival instinct, he had to catalog everything that happens in "good" and "evil." Everything we see, hear, say, we eat, everything but everything is cataloged in our minds for good or evil, right or wrong. This has the ability to make our reality a hell or a paradise. As you understand, hell or heaven are not in fact in itself but in the thoughts that we project on them. I bring you another example. I do really hard to hold the traffic that is gripping the city of Milan. When in the car, standing in the column for hours, in attempt to walk ten kilometers, I have the feeling of wasting my time. In fact, in my mind thoughts on how I could start many more profitably exploit this time I'm going through the steering wheel is immobile in his hands. For this reason, whenever I can, I move with public transport. Some of my friends who would greatly benefit from the move by public transport, car moving deliberately so, so, while in the car listening to music and spend hours on the phone or on FB. You have seen how, once again, to project to heaven or hell are our thoughts: our minds! This should have taught you that to change your life, to move from hell to paradise, there is no need take out everything and throw it, no need to change the situation but we must change our thoughts related to them!
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca 
A song of Anna Oxa, dating back many years ago, began with these words: "When a love is born ...."
Try to recall the adrenaline that has guided your day in your life when there's a new love. The magic enveloping your every gesture. Whatever you were doing, even the most trivial or the heaviest there appeared to be easy, fun, full of satisfaction. In fact gestures of all time, attended the same people, but to radically change was your state of mind. Can you imagine what would happen if you managed to live in the same state of mind to any fact of your existence? Would you be in heaven, you would have returned to Eden from which we are told, we were driven out. In reality we are not never been driven by any paradise, but simply we have "tasted the fruit of knowledge." In short, we have opened the way for our mind and we have allowed to change from "servant" to "host". To transform our lives by "hell" to "paradise" are not the facts of our existence but not the thoughts that we project on it. Let me give an example. We said that "When a love is born ..." you feel like heaven and would like everyone had a mate because you find that this will take you to a wonderful state of happiness. Imagine your neighbor who lives with his companion for thirty years and after just ten do not stand it anymore. To consider this a hell the last two decades of his life and imputes it to his companion's mood. As you can see, in the same situation you feel in heaven and someone else to hell. Maybe it happened to you to find uncomfortable, in a real hell, with a companion or have a friend who then left. Yet were you and you are still you but the feelings and emotions of that time were diametrically opposed to those who try now. This, once again brings to mind and its ability to show things like a hell or heaven. The so-called "knowledge" is also called "tree of good and evil. " Our mind, in order to proceed in his business or in a kind of survival instinct, he had to catalog everything that happens in "good" and "evil." Everything we see, hear, say, we eat, everything but everything is cataloged in our minds for good or evil, right or wrong. This has the ability to make our reality a hell or a paradise. As you understand, hell or heaven are not in fact in itself but in the thoughts that we project on them. I bring you another example. I do really hard to hold the traffic that is gripping the city of Milan. When in the car, standing in the column for hours, in attempt to walk ten kilometers, I have the feeling of wasting my time. In fact, in my mind thoughts on how I could start many more profitably exploit this time I'm going through the steering wheel is immobile in his hands. For this reason, whenever I can, I move with public transport. Some of my friends who would greatly benefit from the move by public transport, car moving deliberately so, so, while in the car listening to music and spend hours on the phone or on FB. You have seen how, once again, to project to heaven or hell are our thoughts: our minds! This should have taught you that to change your life, to move from hell to paradise, there is no need take out everything and throw it, no need to change the situation but we must change our thoughts related to them!
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca
Monday, December 20, 2010
How To Make A Acrylic Tech Deck
BALLADE
Love, let me know the shift
Hidden, not to change hardly,
Beside the time,
Without really changing,
Withouth any pride
And regret.
And tear me up from mirrors
Who are chaining me
Low-speaking
Downhere
Where deaf is the Reason.
My life and yield
Only depend from you,
Like Dreams
Your children hurt
By that ego-darkened sun
And vain.
So much now he worries,
Heart of mine, old path to remind
Itself, that Magic
Who makes You louder, oh Love,
And strong.
The one, where my will is brighter
And just as human the last delay is
To slow the way
To the warrin’ peace,
The ever-rising desire to life
Of Divine.
Sidd McCandless
Sidd McCandless
Friday, December 10, 2010
Scratches On Car Mirror
The Book. [Part IV]
IV. Superomici From the notes.
A) From the inside ...
"I like the chaos, I like the disorder as an expression of creativity
... I do not like the order as an expression of Ultimate discipline, methodical, the rigor of the military prefer the Dissolution of the rules, the Desecration of the categorical imperatives ... "[Morgan]
is true, you also know a priori. But is the experience to stand before what you really are. Not your projects, not your beliefs or convictions, no claims.
You lived for the moment, energy you spend, the traces you leave.
Kant was a great 'man, good job on Pure Reason ... but he and his categories ...
I have not learned from the imperatives. I only ever learned from my personal and intimate experience.
A receptive mind is able to find the criterion by which something can be right or wrong if it is listening energy flowing around. So Siddhartha. So if you try to convince me of something repeated insistence, I am led to believe not until the lapping of the fountain I will show my way. So McCandless
experience are the eyes in the eye, the cries and whispers. Touch, smell.
stimuli received. The will perform. The exercise always renewed.
Silence.
" I look deep into myself and saw the abyss.
I can not help but fear them over.
My Being is split in two.
But I still have confidence in the possibility of choice.
fight and spit, every day, the poison of self-destruction. "
Aesthetics me today suggest adding a bit of 'nicotine to my activities.
'd coolest. Otherwise I would not be a saint. Everyone needs an outlet. Otherwise you go crazy. Risks to show the Czech worst that human nature is far from ideal, far from civil, not at all advanced. A chance of note, as subversive of the established model. Risks to prove that if there are needs to be repressed (Imperialism and teach religious fanaticism), perhaps something should be different, and the outburst is an indication of possible alternative, dissent
dell'IOPENSO that escapes the dominant category.
So you better find your custom dependency,
complete with all amenities.
Or CRACK!
Alas is the time when ostentation and itching, cynicism and licentiousness poison the minds, evoking violence and drought, in a horizon devoid of values, rights or freedoms.
Should we perhaps be helpless to watch the spectacle of decadence that you offer? A country turned in on itself, in the last agonies before the virus gets total control ...?
Refusal hypocrisy and superficiality
Reject any liabilities of life,
pride or cowardice. Do
hunting restrictions
then I break my own volition to escape the gear
poisoning
every moment of our life miserable.
I have always believed in free thought
opposing the power of my sympathy. Refusal
the logic of power,
reject the prevailing ignorance,
Control and Enforcement,
abuse and distrust ...
This reality is a prison (panopticon).
Refusal iposcrisia and superficiality ... but I can not help it, I can not do
brainwashed to anyone who thinks in a way that I do not like a genius ...
Not only that, God does not rule the world but even I can
do anything if it were not so
would be awesome!
Not only that, god does not govern the world
but I can not do anything about
is not my job ...
someone else will think. [Little Shop of Horrors]
stifle nell'assuefazione
life which alone we can not handle ...
and instead of reacting, we allow ourselves to devalue
usurp diminish
so that nothing can change
We behave exactly as pests ...
B) ... to the outside.
We are not all equal, ....... unfortunately or fortunately.
So you can only have experience of the other.
Because you see, the reason is not having a static dogma, a religion, but
is to follow the dynamics of history, that one is always question ...
"The smart, the arrangione, the profits are only supporting actors, the subaltern, the weak. They do not believe that the effort and talent are enough to get by, to get ahead, do not believe that merit and honesty are sufficient to protect them from adversity, and go to swell the army of clever. We are a people accustomed to obey, to survive in the shadow of a power to encourage and cajole us to hate when when hinder us. "(Michael Serra, 3/12/10)
Some people like to live proud of their ignorance, mediocrity of their fat. Without the spiritual capacity of consistency, listening or self-denial, nor a magnanimous gesture of solidarity. Unable to experience the reality of things without giving up or running to take refuge in claims of 'elevation, through the mere manipulation of the media, to plagiarize the minds of those unfamiliar alternatives. All this being fake, this patina of seriousness to mask the raw essence of certain behaviors ambiguous petty, corrupt, miserable, not that paint dry immodest, that shamelessly flaunts its flaws to those who have always had the sensitivity and culture approach to study and observe.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;However, honors and tranquility of the century my fault deserve to be bought by the sacrifice of the soul? Perhaps more than the love of virtue, the fear of meanness at times restrained me from those sins which they have complied with 'powerful, tolerated or' most, but not to leave without the statue of justice victims are punished in poor . No, neither human nor arrogance divine power I will never play in the theater of the world, the little rascal . >> (Jacopo Ortis)
No. I will not give in front of the weaknesses of those who can not walk out.
I will not suffer the misery of others. When
look at the world without problems
look into things
essentiality.
not my fault if your
reality forces me to do
all'Omertà War. (Area)
"This news upset you want in a crisis of values, because the power, created by us, destroyed any previous culture to create its own, made of pure production and consumption, false happiness .*
Lord aestheticized present.
( ORWELL'S 1984 WAS NOT Supposed To Be AN INSTRUCTION MANUAL! )
*[...] The only ones who still are fighting for a culture and name of a culture as different projected into the future, and therefore beyond the lost culture (that of class, bourgeois, and the archaic, of the people) are young communists. "(Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1975 )
The answer is to react to this eternal present, the subtle addictions nihilistic induced by those who control and wants nothing more than to continue to do so. If that is all, nothing is worth. We can not give us half-measures, allows a single hesitation, at the risk of being exploited. We have to circumvent the controlled media, returning to the streets, returning to the words cry, to face to face, the eyes in people's eyes. Back to show that an alternative exists. The relevance of certain ideologies is not in form or in formulas. Not in theory or analysis, but in the message and example. Our task is to translate these messages into the language of our time. It is our desire to make a difference .
We know that there is an alternative .
fighting for freedom, showing us how to be full of meaning. And not only leisure and self-centered culture of the third millennium, as we have learned social networks, rave parties, the talk show in the afternoon, and Mediaset production in general ...
And you, little citizen unconscious, you can not let yourself be seduced by the instinct to inflate the chest at the first opportunity and show off your good self. See reflected in the behavior of others by your own claims of totality, and therefore feel the need to attack as to defend against a threat.
The root of many evils anticivili and unconstitutional is not that always the same. The instinct of oppression and intolerance, or inability to conceive their own limits.
I like staring into the dark lonely
glancing up below
Trying to stop the time
and hope to get some sign
But I'm tired of all this shit
of all the trash along the streets
There's way too much concrete
and too many people ... Indeed
I still think I should get away
from the streetlights
and the corners
But I can't stand how they bother
about the pollution of our weather
We are not the same
We are not the same
We're not the same
We're not the same
WE ARE NOT THE SAME!!
Sidd McCandless
PRIMO SIGILLO
SECONDO SIGILLO 
IV. Superomici From the notes.
A) From the inside ...
"I like the chaos, I like the disorder as an expression of creativity
... I do not like the order as an expression of Ultimate discipline, methodical, the rigor of the military prefer the Dissolution of the rules, the Desecration of the categorical imperatives ... "[Morgan]
is true, you also know a priori. But is the experience to stand before what you really are. Not your projects, not your beliefs or convictions, no claims.
You lived for the moment, energy you spend, the traces you leave.
Kant was a great 'man, good job on Pure Reason ... but he and his categories ...
I have not learned from the imperatives. I only ever learned from my personal and intimate experience.
A receptive mind is able to find the criterion by which something can be right or wrong if it is listening energy flowing around. So Siddhartha. So if you try to convince me of something repeated insistence, I am led to believe not until the lapping of the fountain I will show my way. So McCandless
experience are the eyes in the eye, the cries and whispers. Touch, smell.
stimuli received. The will perform. The exercise always renewed.
Silence.
" I look deep into myself and saw the abyss.
I can not help but fear them over.
My Being is split in two.
But I still have confidence in the possibility of choice.
fight and spit, every day, the poison of self-destruction. "
Aesthetics me today suggest adding a bit of 'nicotine to my activities.
'd coolest. Otherwise I would not be a saint. Everyone needs an outlet. Otherwise you go crazy. Risks to show the Czech worst that human nature is far from ideal, far from civil, not at all advanced. A chance of note, as subversive of the established model. Risks to prove that if there are needs to be repressed (Imperialism and teach religious fanaticism), perhaps something should be different, and the outburst is an indication of possible alternative, dissent
dell'IOPENSO that escapes the dominant category.
So you better find your custom dependency,
complete with all amenities.
Or CRACK!
PRODUCES CONSUMER CRACK!
beating, FACTS, CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Alas is the time when ostentation and itching, cynicism and licentiousness poison the minds, evoking violence and drought, in a horizon devoid of values, rights or freedoms.
Should we perhaps be helpless to watch the spectacle of decadence that you offer? A country turned in on itself, in the last agonies before the virus gets total control ...?
Refusal hypocrisy and superficiality
Reject any liabilities of life,
pride or cowardice. Do
hunting restrictions
then I break my own volition to escape the gear
poisoning
every moment of our life miserable.
I have always believed in free thought
opposing the power of my sympathy. Refusal
the logic of power,
reject the prevailing ignorance,
Control and Enforcement,
abuse and distrust ...
This reality is a prison (panopticon).
[SELF-DETERMINATION! ]
Refusal iposcrisia and superficiality ... but I can not help it, I can not do
brainwashed to anyone who thinks in a way that I do not like a genius ...
Not only that, God does not rule the world but even I can
do anything if it were not so
would be awesome!
Not only that, god does not govern the world
but I can not do anything about
is not my job ...
someone else will think. [Little Shop of Horrors]
stifle nell'assuefazione
life which alone we can not handle ...
and instead of reacting, we allow ourselves to devalue
usurp diminish
so that nothing can change
We behave exactly as pests ...
B) ... to the outside.
We are not all equal, ....... unfortunately or fortunately.
So you can only have experience of the other.
Because you see, the reason is not having a static dogma, a religion, but
is to follow the dynamics of history, that one is always question ...
"The smart, the arrangione, the profits are only supporting actors, the subaltern, the weak. They do not believe that the effort and talent are enough to get by, to get ahead, do not believe that merit and honesty are sufficient to protect them from adversity, and go to swell the army of clever. We are a people accustomed to obey, to survive in the shadow of a power to encourage and cajole us to hate when when hinder us. "(Michael Serra, 3/12/10)
Some people like to live proud of their ignorance, mediocrity of their fat. Without the spiritual capacity of consistency, listening or self-denial, nor a magnanimous gesture of solidarity. Unable to experience the reality of things without giving up or running to take refuge in claims of 'elevation, through the mere manipulation of the media, to plagiarize the minds of those unfamiliar alternatives. All this being fake, this patina of seriousness to mask the raw essence of certain behaviors ambiguous petty, corrupt, miserable, not that paint dry immodest, that shamelessly flaunts its flaws to those who have always had the sensitivity and culture approach to study and observe.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;However, honors and tranquility of the century my fault deserve to be bought by the sacrifice of the soul? Perhaps more than the love of virtue, the fear of meanness at times restrained me from those sins which they have complied with 'powerful, tolerated or' most, but not to leave without the statue of justice victims are punished in poor . No, neither human nor arrogance divine power I will never play in the theater of the world, the little rascal . >> (Jacopo Ortis)
No. I will not give in front of the weaknesses of those who can not walk out.
I will not suffer the misery of others. When
look at the world without problems
look into things
essentiality.
not my fault if your
reality forces me to do
all'Omertà War. (Area)
"This news upset you want in a crisis of values, because the power, created by us, destroyed any previous culture to create its own, made of pure production and consumption, false happiness .*
Lord aestheticized present.
( ORWELL'S 1984 WAS NOT Supposed To Be AN INSTRUCTION MANUAL! )
*[...] The only ones who still are fighting for a culture and name of a culture as different projected into the future, and therefore beyond the lost culture (that of class, bourgeois, and the archaic, of the people) are young communists. "(Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1975 )
The answer is to react to this eternal present, the subtle addictions nihilistic induced by those who control and wants nothing more than to continue to do so. If that is all, nothing is worth. We can not give us half-measures, allows a single hesitation, at the risk of being exploited. We have to circumvent the controlled media, returning to the streets, returning to the words cry, to face to face, the eyes in people's eyes. Back to show that an alternative exists. The relevance of certain ideologies is not in form or in formulas. Not in theory or analysis, but in the message and example. Our task is to translate these messages into the language of our time. It is our desire to make a difference .
We know that there is an alternative .
fighting for freedom, showing us how to be full of meaning. And not only leisure and self-centered culture of the third millennium, as we have learned social networks, rave parties, the talk show in the afternoon, and Mediaset production in general ...
And you, little citizen unconscious, you can not let yourself be seduced by the instinct to inflate the chest at the first opportunity and show off your good self. See reflected in the behavior of others by your own claims of totality, and therefore feel the need to attack as to defend against a threat.
The root of many evils anticivili and unconstitutional is not that always the same. The instinct of oppression and intolerance, or inability to conceive their own limits.
All beings created something that far surpasses their souls and you want to be the ebb of this great tide benign, and return rather than the brute that man?. - Thus Spake Zarathustra.
I like staring into the dark lonely
glancing up below
Trying to stop the time
and hope to get some sign
But I'm tired of all this shit
of all the trash along the streets
There's way too much concrete
and too many people ... Indeed
I still think I should get away
from the streetlights
and the corners
But I can't stand how they bother
about the pollution of our weather
We are not the same
We are not the same
We're not the same
We're not the same
WE ARE NOT THE SAME!!
Sidd McCandless
PRIMO SIGILLO
SECONDO SIGILLO
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Can You Give Rabbits Water In A Regular Bowl
The Book. [III]
Part III. Consideration of immaturity. (collection of writings-just-revised 9/09-6/10)
sleep delays my life .. . GET UP, GET UP!
a) Crisis
I would die at this age I would like to sit still
while the world goes. (Baustelle)
are grown in 17 years. I do not know
communicate
I have no words.
Placebo or Addiction?
No. The only thing that now separates the Freedom
Laziness is the weight of habit
,
Identity and its absence.
will the war end?
I do not want your answers. There
asking for help, only
Truce.
and I am a student at sea
let me drown ... let me
Seventeen are already too many to feel in the wrong place.
Yes, I feel much the baby of the situation, and I do not like this at all. *
is perhaps too early to go without reservations,
or too late, now huddled in a cube already tight.
already too far ahead with the projects .... or too childish dreams? * The
usually appear between the casino, being, the revelation, the desire to be, and so forth. (grian Laters)
But I would be able to stay still for a bit 'in a vacuum
how to listen.
Werther died. Jacopo
too.
and I
so tiny and without the port,
unable to learn ....
I stand here at the mercy of these motions
unchanged
emotions that do not kill
nor leave me in peace
peaceful
breathe
know where to go but
how to act in limbo ...
This is a choice you want.
But time passes ... and I let him go
lazy at the end of this poison ... is so slight.
Well, I do not live today
Maybe tomorrow? I just can not say
I Do not Live Today
It's Such A Shame to waste your time away like this-ah ; (Jimi Hendrix)
Get up, make it soon
Lose the subway this time Do not waste this opportunity
Do you understand boy? Cruel is the world
More than what it seems,
You still do not know.
How many times have I heard
The words of truth
How many times have I believed
The only fucking reality (The Fashion of Slow)
And I'm in a strange time
singing and playing too and I do not
imprisonment human ...
MI BEATING LIKE A NEVER CEASE AND DO NOT LISTEN.
Why are immature have no interest in the canonical process
training. Why
direction
unique antiquated
in questionable
of their words
gave this' label
to my alleged
external language.
Because to be honest
In this ideal of
confident about the competition ... And
I never believed it.
So I'm immature because
context?
Context undisciplined
the perfect order of who has already arrived. I do not know
subject
roles
nor employed.
And I can not decide. Yet
'm the only one you can count on
because I am against myself. (Morgan)
"And I think, heck no one more year. But there is a part of me that sits willingly, because they are aware that it might be more educational and effective ... If there is a failing that, why should it be so shocking end up filling it with the simple application of the concept of responsibility?
I'm trapped in the video-yoke Aesthete Kierkegaard, unable to take a moral that teach me to become
... Why do I feel like the foot of a mountain to climb with bare hands.
A light on any edge e. ..
Oops, try again. You will be more lucky. "(4/4/10)
... Repeat the fifth would be too undignified!
not give it won them! Do not give him so, a year of your life, your freedom!
The cicada and the ant perfectionist ethics.
Bullies of cardboard. The honest intellectuals and men
machine.
The gears of the system ... A
agreement, just a note.
b) Regression intercept ( 17 / 6 / '10)
Before the fateful day
not be granted any evasion
in dreams or faded memories of a
better imagined elsewhere, no Planning
forecast or project hallucinating ....
"It's not worth being free, if this does not mean the freedom to fail" (Gandhi )
Long is the search
to realize the bitter truth
and resolve to death wish
in this false realm ...
Goes
merrily on July 2, 2010
the difficult high school career
myself. After long
spasms
bound to the hard daily rhythm and the dry delivery
runs out so unassuming
an 'ambiguous attitude of the student model
only potentially.
origin nothing but death
principle of 'each decomposition. Originally
basically just life
so naive and so wise to hide behind a nylon
simmering eternity. (30 / 6 / '10) "Baudelaire and sorry if I read too ..."
Laurel .... Oh! Bimbo was simple,
from the heart in his hand and forehead!
Today the bay is the one prize that
between Clangor s'esalta,
charlatan rising to prominence,
to another tale of self. (Guido Gozzano)
ends here so
this ritual. This rock
insurmountable
forest savage rough and hard
thoughts that renews my fear ...
Regards, e. .. to each his own though. (2 / 7 / '10)
Sidd McCandless
SEAL
It's time to learn to look
It's time to clean up the thought
is time to master fire
It's time to really listen
is time to
learn how to fall It's time to give up the poison ... (Cristina Donà )
sleep delays my life .. . GET UP, GET UP!
Dreams They
complicated my life (Dreams They complement my life) (REM)
a) Crisis
I would die at this age I would like to sit still
while the world goes. (Baustelle)
are grown in 17 years. I do not know
communicate
I have no words.
Placebo or Addiction?
No. The only thing that now separates the Freedom
Laziness is the weight of habit
,
Identity and its absence.
will the war end?
I do not want your answers. There
asking for help, only
Truce.
Being depressed today
causes too many debates
be lost today
only takes a few moments ... (The Fashion of Slow)
and I am a student at sea
let me drown ... let me
Seventeen are already too many to feel in the wrong place.
Yes, I feel much the baby of the situation, and I do not like this at all. *
is perhaps too early to go without reservations,
or too late, now huddled in a cube already tight.
already too far ahead with the projects .... or too childish dreams? * The
usually appear between the casino, being, the revelation, the desire to be, and so forth. (grian Laters)
But I would be able to stay still for a bit 'in a vacuum
how to listen.
Werther died. Jacopo
too.
and I
so tiny and without the port,
unable to learn ....
I stand here at the mercy of these motions
unchanged
emotions that do not kill
nor leave me in peace
peaceful
breathe
know where to go but
how to act in limbo ...
You Should Be happy just to be alive! And
Just Because You Do not feel like coming home
Does not mean you'll never arrive (Jet)
This is a choice you want.
But time passes ... and I let him go
lazy at the end of this poison ... is so slight.
Well, I do not live today
Maybe tomorrow? I just can not say
I Do not Live Today
It's Such A Shame to waste your time away like this-ah ; (Jimi Hendrix)
Get up, make it soon
Lose the subway this time Do not waste this opportunity
Do you understand boy? Cruel is the world
More than what it seems,
You still do not know.
How many times have I heard
The words of truth
How many times have I believed
The only fucking reality (The Fashion of Slow)
And I'm in a strange time
singing and playing too and I do not
imprisonment human ...
MI BEATING LIKE A NEVER CEASE AND DO NOT LISTEN.
Very often a crisis is far from neutral:
is an excess of lucidity. (Creeper Lagoon)
Why are immature have no interest in the canonical process
training. Why
direction
unique antiquated
in questionable
of their words
gave this' label
to my alleged
external language.
Because to be honest
In this ideal of
confident about the competition ... And
I never believed it.
So I'm immature because
context?
Context undisciplined
the perfect order of who has already arrived. I do not know
subject
roles
nor employed.
And I can not decide. Yet
'm the only one you can count on
because I am against myself. (Morgan)
Wake up! 've never done anything, the image is
you that you find interesting ... (Paul System Of A Down)
"And I think, heck no one more year. But there is a part of me that sits willingly, because they are aware that it might be more educational and effective ... If there is a failing that, why should it be so shocking end up filling it with the simple application of the concept of responsibility?
I'm trapped in the video-yoke Aesthete Kierkegaard, unable to take a moral that teach me to become
... Why do I feel like the foot of a mountain to climb with bare hands.
A light on any edge e. ..
Oops, try again. You will be more lucky. "(4/4/10)
... Repeat the fifth would be too undignified!
not give it won them! Do not give him so, a year of your life, your freedom!
THE ONLY THING YOU NEED TO DO
and massacre, Massacre.
THE ONLY THING YOU NEED TO DO
and massacres YOUR FEARS (Marta Sui Tubi)
The cicada and the ant perfectionist ethics.
Bullies of cardboard. The honest intellectuals and men
machine.
The gears of the system ... A
agreement, just a note.
b) Regression intercept ( 17 / 6 / '10)
Before the fateful day
not be granted any evasion
in dreams or faded memories of a
better imagined elsewhere, no Planning
forecast or project hallucinating ....
"It's not worth being free, if this does not mean the freedom to fail" (Gandhi )
Long is the search
to realize the bitter truth
and resolve to death wish
in this false realm ...
Goes
merrily on July 2, 2010
the difficult high school career
myself. After long
spasms
bound to the hard daily rhythm and the dry delivery
runs out so unassuming
an 'ambiguous attitude of the student model
only potentially.
YOU ARE FREE TO BE NO MORE
'
A NUMBER! (Line 77 + Subsonica)
origin nothing but death
principle of 'each decomposition. Originally
basically just life
so naive and so wise to hide behind a nylon
simmering eternity. (30 / 6 / '10) "Baudelaire and sorry if I read too ..."
Laurel .... Oh! Bimbo was simple,
from the heart in his hand and forehead!
Today the bay is the one prize that
between Clangor s'esalta,
charlatan rising to prominence,
to another tale of self. (Guido Gozzano)
ends here so
this ritual. This rock
insurmountable
forest savage rough and hard
thoughts that renews my fear ...
Regards, e. .. to each his own though. (2 / 7 / '10)
Sidd McCandless
SEAL
It's time to learn to look
It's time to clean up the thought
is time to master fire
It's time to really listen
is time to
learn how to fall It's time to give up the poison ... (Cristina Donà )
Monday, November 1, 2010
Why Do We Pay National Insurance
The Book [II]
all had to be to you. And I, naive, I lost for you on the street ... and it's all my fault, I know.
.... But you do not have loved me, you enjoyed an image.
And you destroyed the magic of a gift .
There is resentment in this. But I can not deny the bitter taste of a mixed conclusion powerless.
Like decide to cut their hair
to hide their past .. and disbelief,
find your own look of a child.
be done with someone or something.
I'M SO PRETTY VACANT!
Life pushes us towards different occupations.
Life often has reason not to insist on ... So she will choose the rest.
After the flowers planted, those collected
those present of that withered
I decided to get lost in the world even if I sink
apply to life
ellipsis. [Morgan]
........................................... .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ........................
And now on.
Away, away, away.
Away from myself.
Away from you. From our pride.
From our innate sensitivity.
words from our greenhouse. From our
need to live up to
nonsochè. Far from our hypocrisies
We who were young we knew we
age
before everyone else proud. Pleased to be complex
or complexed. Different.
Fuck. ; [1/11/10]
Sidd McCandless
SEAL
Part II. Duelists . (September 2010)
WARNING: Any reference to people and events is not accidental. However, the artist avails itself of the moment to explore the drifts certain singular emotional moods.
Lying on the sand I look up
Only the blue deep and crazy
gives me vertigo.
I seem to fall into the endless void of space
without culture or matter.
But I do not tremble.
It's just a bit 'of me that goes away. [30/7/10]
We have not ever happen.
We always wanted to say things, and promptly aimed
other in turn.
We have collided.
But it has been a rare phenomenon of incompatibility
"magnetic ".... I'm sorry for
time stolen.
I believe in the natural incompatibility between some people. I do not think it impossible to speak of an individual ego pristine, with no instrumental or self-interest of any kind, establishing reference points in common.
respectively Being together means entering the world of others.
without force, without false needs. An interesting test
be addressed to me. This ignores the forces bumpers ... A continuous
flattering for you.
forget that all the signals.
not fatigue, is the waste that makes me incarognire ...
thereby creating all the fear, the brakes, misunderstandings,
untold suffering and drowned.
[You can not play with people's hearts, if you're not a professional ....] (Afterhours)
What remains of us
other
(nothing at all to the Other)
when we resigned ourselves ...
the only objection that you
to those who would overthrow the fetish
futility. [Montale]
WARNING: Any reference to people and events is not accidental. However, the artist avails itself of the moment to explore the drifts certain singular emotional moods.
Lying on the sand I look up
Only the blue deep and crazy
gives me vertigo.
I seem to fall into the endless void of space
without culture or matter.
But I do not tremble.
It's just a bit 'of me that goes away. [30/7/10]
We have not ever happen.
We always wanted to say things, and promptly aimed
other in turn.
We have collided.
But it has been a rare phenomenon of incompatibility
"magnetic ".... I'm sorry for
time stolen.
I believe in the natural incompatibility between some people. I do not think it impossible to speak of an individual ego pristine, with no instrumental or self-interest of any kind, establishing reference points in common.
respectively Being together means entering the world of others.
without force, without false needs. An interesting test
be addressed to me. This ignores the forces bumpers ... A continuous
flattering for you.
forget that all the signals.
not fatigue, is the waste that makes me incarognire ...
thereby creating all the fear, the brakes, misunderstandings,
untold suffering and drowned.
[You can not play with people's hearts, if you're not a professional ....] (Afterhours)
What remains of us
other
(nothing at all to the Other)
when we resigned ourselves ...
[...] You've left your restless sleep ..And it is the embarrassment,
the only objection that you
to those who would overthrow the fetish
futility. [Montale]
all had to be to you. And I, naive, I lost for you on the street ... and it's all my fault, I know.
.... But you do not have loved me, you enjoyed an image.
And you destroyed the magic of a gift .
There is resentment in this. But I can not deny the bitter taste of a mixed conclusion powerless.
But it is finally breaking, as abrupt
to represent the source illuminating experience. It encompasses much more than
the past can tell, it now hides
the meaning of all the past: a remedy to the chaos, as his final
origin. A question
Quality
or a formality? I do not remember well ...
Like decide to cut their hair
to hide their past .. and disbelief,
find your own look of a child.
be done with someone or something.
I'm fine ... I'm sick .... I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO!STUDIO NOT NOT WORK I do not watch TV, DO NOT DO NOT GO TO CINEMA SPORT (CCCP-FedeliAllaLinea)
I'M SO PRETTY VACANT!
Life pushes us towards different occupations.
Life often has reason not to insist on ... So she will choose the rest.
After the flowers planted, those collected
those present of that withered
I decided to get lost in the world even if I sink
apply to life
ellipsis. [Morgan]
........................................... .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ........................
And now on.
Away, away, away.
Away from myself.
Away from you. From our pride.
From our innate sensitivity.
words from our greenhouse. From our
need to live up to
nonsochè. Far from our hypocrisies
We who were young we knew we
age
before everyone else proud. Pleased to be complex
or complexed. Different.
Fuck. ; [1/11/10]
Sidd McCandless
SEAL
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Free Adult Pc Game Archive
The Book. [Reports of a new year really]
Part I. The Disorder of Things.
I've never been able to keep a diary ordered, which rarely even talk about my days, or some important event which I want to remember, a day away. I never had the discipline to collect useful and secure method with the aesthetic details needed to draw the scenes, as I would expect from a skilled storyteller. I have always given more importance, in my notes, those words that seem more full, more adapted quickly to sketch the ideas that I want to keep the thoughts and feelings experienced in billions of fleeting moments of imaginative inspiration and entropy.
I find difficult to disentangle the chaos of my thoughts. I find it difficult to catch them one by one, then tell them ...
The music is so, if you take it on the fly. The music is so, if not grab escapes. (Bisca)
yet bring order gives much more than just satisfaction to me ... almost a sense of hygiene.
Sometimes ordering, writing, you may feel to be leading to something, to fix a reality for more and immutable, a new cosmos. A clear line between before and after, during a moment of breath. An illusion of health and stability, before the dust returns to rest, that the entropy explicitly resume its inexorable course, revealing our human weaknesses.
You must believe, tend to infinity, we have to write .... . (Baustelle)
Honestly, I happened to intensely fear the possibility of losing forever those flashes of lucidity
imaginative, yet so real and perfect, fled away .... I could not reach them more consciously, or to make material of my dreams, those short and sweet dreams that are much regret of waking with a start ... is a different world I want, that other stories ... Without despots nor priests, more just and free if you want, embrace the sun the sea where the earth love ... own dreams in which we recognize ourselves as human beings and not robots, we recognize that you have desires and utopias.
The imaginative power to give
Certain order to chaos.
The divine skill to shape a perfect building
WHERE to live.
Another world of fancy, is this it?
Would be nice to stay in
But how Could It Last Longer ...
Discovering Another reality
Uncovering an ancient world
Running off the older traps
reason of too many 'tricks ... (EarlyRomantic Thinking about Poetry. 3 / 2 / '10)
I wish I could write, and to witness all that void of inexhaustible secret that hides behind the flow of life.
Knowing how to pick up on command, in order newsrooms thoughts, epiphanies to lend to anyone in need, more or less consciously, to draw new energy to spend on personal experience, and learn how to be reborn every day.
And I often think that my body is not a barrier or a filter between my life and my idea of \u200b\u200bthe immense possibilities which are daily and pinched a dialectics of things, shapes, colors, lines, materials, thickness, gravity, motion and friction that keeps me always a step from here is basically what is transparent, so intense as to exhale rivers and languages, and so simple to fill the width of the palm of your hand ...
But what is our life, if not try every day to give a rational ideal shape to that which surrounds us, to shape or control that part of the body that orbits in our camp life, including we feel the need to represent us, at least in part. Rationalize our space part of our psycho-biological needs, but that's just the law of passing shadows on a ground he knows the life cycles insoggiogabili to our fragile and all too human rationality.
They teach us to give us a lifetime of categories, inscaffalare our opinions, desires, filling, or perhaps fill the boxes of our needs, pleasures, actions, duties, noises, thoughts and ... we find ourselves unable to bring order among the things that are important to us, which often are not able to define, because we never had time to hear the small voice that speaks a different balance, find in the eerie silence that give step-mother knows, despite his hard immutable law, which dominates the dust, those who can contemplate.
Use the white to turn on the light.
And the light seems to project
from one of those glass bottles
a wave to make the snow fall.
-You're not a machine, you are the evolutionary result of the final draft .-
You can plug my mind with this shit long
But strength elements will always slip away from
your control!
You are looking for time
and rationalize the world
you can not forget ...
that lanevesenefrega. (Thinking about the novel by Ligabue.)
People are afraid of silence.
This often embarrassed, because it is not capable of handling it.
addicted to noise, can no longer feel the peace outline of things.
Empty chatter around
of in-organic world
Empty
in full and in depth,
the surface all the vulgar
says, vacuous sound produces
and redeems sense
omits any instrument of understanding, intent
to forget its raison d'
exist. ; (Sidd, March 2010)
I look like when the white foam
will rise from the sea to announce the storm, and
undeclared
emerge as a diver in a sea of \u200b\u200bred, a red sea of \u200b\u200blife. (Bisca, on the surface)
Can not you find the silence Within You?
Listen! That's your soul starving
Beneath All That cheating noise.
Look. That's
risked your life for slavery.
So I'll try to stop searching the perfezioneformale ...
Confronting
unpredicted events is the best school of life of our times.
Sidd McCandless
... I leave the words unsaid
and take all the Cosmogony
and throw it away
and I threw it too! ( Morgan)
I've never been able to keep a diary ordered, which rarely even talk about my days, or some important event which I want to remember, a day away. I never had the discipline to collect useful and secure method with the aesthetic details needed to draw the scenes, as I would expect from a skilled storyteller. I have always given more importance, in my notes, those words that seem more full, more adapted quickly to sketch the ideas that I want to keep the thoughts and feelings experienced in billions of fleeting moments of imaginative inspiration and entropy.
thoughts run faster than light
eyes speak with one voice ... (Meg)
I find difficult to disentangle the chaos of my thoughts. I find it difficult to catch them one by one, then tell them ...
The music is so, if you take it on the fly. The music is so, if not grab escapes. (Bisca)
yet bring order gives much more than just satisfaction to me ... almost a sense of hygiene.
Sometimes ordering, writing, you may feel to be leading to something, to fix a reality for more and immutable, a new cosmos. A clear line between before and after, during a moment of breath. An illusion of health and stability, before the dust returns to rest, that the entropy explicitly resume its inexorable course, revealing our human weaknesses.
[The fire stolen from Zeus by Prometheus rebel is an intellectual process. It is a seed of divine fire that burns the hollow of the dry Ferola in which Prometheus has hidden, but because this is no longer usable as ever and the first of the punishment given to humans from the king of Olympus. Become a representation of human contradiction, of his need to cultivate the land, hiding the seeds inside, and eat constantly to survive, just like the fire that devours and burn anything you do not offer on the way to extinction ... (Thinking about Prometheus from a reading of the universe , gods, men. of Jean-Pierre Vernant )]
You must believe, tend to infinity, we have to write .... . (Baustelle)
Honestly, I happened to intensely fear the possibility of losing forever those flashes of lucidity
imaginative, yet so real and perfect, fled away .... I could not reach them more consciously, or to make material of my dreams, those short and sweet dreams that are much regret of waking with a start ... is a different world I want, that other stories ... Without despots nor priests, more just and free if you want, embrace the sun the sea where the earth love ... own dreams in which we recognize ourselves as human beings and not robots, we recognize that you have desires and utopias.
The imaginative power to give
Certain order to chaos.
The divine skill to shape a perfect building
WHERE to live.
Another world of fancy, is this it?
Would be nice to stay in
But how Could It Last Longer ...
Discovering Another reality
Uncovering an ancient world
Running off the older traps
reason of too many 'tricks ... (EarlyRomantic Thinking about Poetry. 3 / 2 / '10)
I wish I could write, and to witness all that void of inexhaustible secret that hides behind the flow of life.
Knowing how to pick up on command, in order newsrooms thoughts, epiphanies to lend to anyone in need, more or less consciously, to draw new energy to spend on personal experience, and learn how to be reborn every day.
To be a poet must have
long hours of solitude
are the only way for the formation of something
is strength, abandonment, freedom and vice
to give style chaos. (Pasolini)
And I often think that my body is not a barrier or a filter between my life and my idea of \u200b\u200bthe immense possibilities which are daily and pinched a dialectics of things, shapes, colors, lines, materials, thickness, gravity, motion and friction that keeps me always a step from here is basically what is transparent, so intense as to exhale rivers and languages, and so simple to fill the width of the palm of your hand ...
how to write well if I were not there! If between the white sheet and the bubbling of the words and stories that take shape and disappear without anyone to write to not put the uncomfortable middle diaphragm that is my person! *
But what is our life, if not try every day to give a rational ideal shape to that which surrounds us, to shape or control that part of the body that orbits in our camp life, including we feel the need to represent us, at least in part. Rationalize our space part of our psycho-biological needs, but that's just the law of passing shadows on a ground he knows the life cycles insoggiogabili to our fragile and all too human rationality.
They teach us to give us a lifetime of categories, inscaffalare our opinions, desires, filling, or perhaps fill the boxes of our needs, pleasures, actions, duties, noises, thoughts and ... we find ourselves unable to bring order among the things that are important to us, which often are not able to define, because we never had time to hear the small voice that speaks a different balance, find in the eerie silence that give step-mother knows, despite his hard immutable law, which dominates the dust, those who can contemplate.
Use the white to turn on the light.
And the light seems to project
from one of those glass bottles
a wave to make the snow fall.
-You're not a machine, you are the evolutionary result of the final draft .-
You can plug my mind with this shit long
But strength elements will always slip away from
your control!
You are looking for time
and rationalize the world
you can not forget ...
that lanevesenefrega. (Thinking about the novel by Ligabue.)
People are afraid of silence.
This often embarrassed, because it is not capable of handling it.
addicted to noise, can no longer feel the peace outline of things.
Empty chatter around
of in-organic world
Empty
in full and in depth,
the surface all the vulgar
says, vacuous sound produces
and redeems sense
omits any instrument of understanding, intent
to forget its raison d'
exist. ; (Sidd, March 2010)
I look like when the white foam
will rise from the sea to announce the storm, and
undeclared
emerge as a diver in a sea of \u200b\u200bred, a red sea of \u200b\u200blife. (Bisca, on the surface)
*[...] But if an individual is the only reality that a book can tell, I might as well try to write my own. The book of my memory? No, the memory is true until it is fixed, until you close it in a form. The book of my desires? Even those are true only when their thrust is acting independently of my conscious will.
The only truth that I can write is that the instant I live.
Can not you find the silence Within You?
Listen! That's your soul starving
Beneath All That cheating noise.
Look. That's
risked your life for slavery.
*[...] It is only through the limitation of our act of writing that the immensity of the non-writing becomes legible [...] Otherwise what is outside of us do not claim to communicate with words, spoken or written: other ways to send its messages. [from If a winter's night a traveler , Italo Calvino.]
So I'll try to stop searching the perfezioneformale ...
Confronting
unpredicted events is the best school of life of our times.
Sidd McCandless
... I leave the words unsaid
and take all the Cosmogony
and throw it away
and I threw it too! ( Morgan)
Is There Any Saving Coupons For Dr Mercola
HOBBY OF PAPER AND INSPIRATION IN SEPTEMBER
This month I'm really enjoying creating things for Halloween. Matt is in fibrillation And I'm cutting out bats to no end.
This card I prepared for the swap, organized by ASI for Rita and I took the opportunity to participate in the contest Hobby Charter for the month of September. The
pippistrellino when cloning is a magazine scraps (open and under is a little heart), but the stamp I made.
This month I'm really enjoying creating things for Halloween. Matt is in fibrillation And I'm cutting out bats to no end.
This card I prepared for the swap, organized by ASI for Rita and I took the opportunity to participate in the contest Hobby Charter for the month of September. The
pippistrellino when cloning is a magazine scraps (open and under is a little heart), but the stamp I made.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
What Kind Of Weave Does Lala Wear
AutunnoInverno two thousand.
Intro: Having a life ahead
And wondering what to look
Have a chariot and horses
And laugh in the summer sun.
If yesterday was a child
Tomorrow I'll be a vagabond
Life is so
He gets up in the morning and lower evening.
"Because writing is always hiding something so that it is later discovered" Italo Calvino.
SEAL 
[The Book] Reports of a new year indeed.
Intro: Having a life ahead
And wondering what to look
Have a chariot and horses
And laugh in the summer sun.
If yesterday was a child
Tomorrow I'll be a vagabond
Life is so
He gets up in the morning and lower evening.
"Because writing is always hiding something so that it is later discovered" Italo Calvino.
SEAL
Saturday, October 16, 2010
California When Is A Recovable Trust Revoked
HALLOWEEN: CLICK circulated by Julia Garibaldi
by Lily Forum scrapbook for the month of September in the "inspiration" has chosen this beautiful poster:
by Lily Forum scrapbook for the month of September in the "inspiration" has chosen this beautiful poster:
This is a small page I made: the photographs of Julia (3 years and 1 / 2) in Punta Ala on vacation. 
Friday, October 15, 2010
Is It Safe To Eat Sulfur Dioxide?
... TRULLALLERO TRULLALLA '
These photos have been a bit 'in the limbo of my thoughts ... because I liked a lot, not the photos, which are not that great, but what they're doing my results: they are making fun of my grandmother , walking with his hands behind his back .... waiting for her noticing, shouting and chasing them you are a little 'Garibaldi TRULLALLERO TRULLALLA'.
I used an old sketch that I had saved, downloaded from somewhere ...
These photos have been a bit 'in the limbo of my thoughts ... because I liked a lot, not the photos, which are not that great, but what they're doing my results: they are making fun of my grandmother , walking with his hands behind his back .... waiting for her noticing, shouting and chasing them you are a little 'Garibaldi TRULLALLERO TRULLALLA'.
I used an old sketch that I had saved, downloaded from somewhere ...
Monday, September 27, 2010
Birthday Cake Recipes Motorbikes
HOBBY OF PAPER: The Accidental Tourist
On paper Hobby Blog has been launched a unique challenge. E 'was necessary to use color perhaps unusual, but in the end is well suited: kraft, green apple clear tuchese dark and light blue. Strangely, I quickly found that I could use the cards and the picture. Not to say that I will use the fiber as soon as possible for a necklace soft soft ...
I really like this picture, taken at the castle of Ferrara, we in the May 1 last year. 
On paper Hobby Blog has been launched a unique challenge. E 'was necessary to use color perhaps unusual, but in the end is well suited: kraft, green apple clear tuchese dark and light blue. Strangely, I quickly found that I could use the cards and the picture. Not to say that I will use the fiber as soon as possible for a necklace soft soft ...
I really like this picture, taken at the castle of Ferrara, we in the May 1 last year.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Diagram Showing Aspirating Food
INSPIRATION ALBUM
I found this beautiful album made by my site for 2B Crafty .
I loved it, and then its implementation is explained very well. I think I'll try it soon, I have to make a gift to a colleague Gigi.
Cervix Right Before Menstruation
ATC: ANGELS AND DEMONS FEMALE VERSION
by Francesca forum SCC launched a beautiful ATC swap with the theme "Angels and Demons". Beautiful theme, which reminded me of a beautiful book and an equally exciting film. I thought, rethought, downloaded images of angels, demons, demons a little 'angels and angels with the look demonic. Eventually I got around a table and decided not to use any image, but to elaborate only on the symbols that these two figures made me think of. Angels = cloud; = devils horns or pitchfork. For the bubble was easy: a little 'foam (in the boxes of grapes in this I find a lot of season), colored a bit 'with the white acrylic, I thought about it by the horns, but I came to think of anything, so I decided to fork. So I used a piece of silver wire, which I recently purchased all'Eurobrico ... and three red beads: twisting the thread I made a pitchfork.
by Francesca forum SCC launched a beautiful ATC swap with the theme "Angels and Demons". Beautiful theme, which reminded me of a beautiful book and an equally exciting film. I thought, rethought, downloaded images of angels, demons, demons a little 'angels and angels with the look demonic. Eventually I got around a table and decided not to use any image, but to elaborate only on the symbols that these two figures made me think of. Angels = cloud; = devils horns or pitchfork. For the bubble was easy: a little 'foam (in the boxes of grapes in this I find a lot of season), colored a bit 'with the white acrylic, I thought about it by the horns, but I came to think of anything, so I decided to fork. So I used a piece of silver wire, which I recently purchased all'Eurobrico ... and three red beads: twisting the thread I made a pitchfork.
For the background I had fun mixing the colors to blend them in the center of the ATC.
are satisfied! Ah yes.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Converse Gel React Shoes
:
And here's the female version of the challenge of forum scrapbook of the work I've decided to participate in the challenge, so I could not post it immediately, because the challenge required new works.
Clifford Replacement Remote
HANDS HANDS TO BRING
to the challenge of the forum Lory Scrapbook had to trace the edges of something. I immediately thought of the little hands of my Tatin, growing visibly. So I decided to use the cards and embellish beautiful by themselves very little with the stamp in the shape of butterfly and two cards in all. This version is the "male" Matthias, I have decided not to call in "competition".
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Heritage Lantana Mendocino
ONE MORE SCRAP: NEW CHALLENGE
Girls Site One more scrap launched for the month of September is a challenge that they called "Combo". It was necessary to combine the colors blue / Kraft / white / black. I
for a change '(I'm more of backgrounds kraft) I decided to use the blue (that matches the color of the inflatable).
Girls Site One more scrap launched for the month of September is a challenge that they called "Combo". It was necessary to combine the colors blue / Kraft / white / black. I
for a change '(I'm more of backgrounds kraft) I decided to use the blue (that matches the color of the inflatable).
Friday, September 17, 2010
Exchange Rate Tracker
1 ... 2 ... 3 ... TEST MUFFIN
Lately I've been trying everything to bring a delicious and hearty breakfast at Julia and Matt and I tried to brush muffin recipes. I tried those with blueberries and they came just fine, even if they are just liked to Julia and me.
Browsing a bit 'I found I want to try this recipe:
- with chocolate chips
- the banana and chocolate
- with chocolate kinder (such as recycling chocolate eggs)
apples-to (light)
MEMO TO ME: and this has nothing to do but I will try to use more microwave (various recipes) 
Lately I've been trying everything to bring a delicious and hearty breakfast at Julia and Matt and I tried to brush muffin recipes. I tried those with blueberries and they came just fine, even if they are just liked to Julia and me.
Browsing a bit 'I found I want to try this recipe:
- with chocolate chips
- the banana and chocolate
- with chocolate kinder (such as recycling chocolate eggs)
apples-to (light)
MEMO TO ME: and this has nothing to do but I will try to use more microwave (various recipes)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Speed Up My Laptop Is Very Slow
ATC SCRAPBOOKINGITALIA: SUMMER SCRAPBOOK
Paola of Scrapbookingitalia launched a really easy swap with the theme SUMMER.
Never mind that I have done so much confusion and I sent everything Rita ...
this is one of the ATC I made (the others are equal). The sunflower I prepared with lots of tissue paper petals. The stamp Gigi gave me one of his many trips.
Paola of Scrapbookingitalia launched a really easy swap with the theme SUMMER.
Never mind that I have done so much confusion and I sent everything Rita ...
this is one of the ATC I made (the others are equal). The sunflower I prepared with lots of tissue paper petals. The stamp Gigi gave me one of his many trips.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
El Cortez Airport Shuttle
FORUM: Let
For August-September had to be based on a header, proposed by Manu bellissimissimo, but difficult to rebuild why not ... I could just repeat the Polaroids. Manu very kindly gave a link where you can "play" with pictures to print as the Polaroid. Well ... no success.
This however is my work: the games of my beautiful Tatini all aligned. A great satisfaction on their faces!
For August-September had to be based on a header, proposed by Manu bellissimissimo, but difficult to rebuild why not ... I could just repeat the Polaroids. Manu very kindly gave a link where you can "play" with pictures to print as the Polaroid. Well ... no success.
This however is my work: the games of my beautiful Tatini all aligned. A great satisfaction on their faces!
Nero Vision Express 3.1.0.25 Error
INSPIRE NEW NOTES
I finished the notes of Camping Numana blue.
I finished the notes of Camping Numana blue.
This is my new notebook where I can continue to write down everything. 5-minute-5 I used to do it.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thank You Section In Wedding Program
GOGO
Gogo is a character ArtAttack , a monster that we have built with balloons and lots of kitchen paper and glue mixed with water. Matt and Julie have a great time and distance now of two years are still on display on the cabinet of his grandmother.
The game is to hide the Gogo nell'amadio grandmother's slip into bed and say: "In the middle of the night (laughs like crazy!) If you hear a scream come from the grandmother's room ... probably opened the closet and found .... ... gogo.
They enjoyed themselves.
Gogo is a character ArtAttack , a monster that we have built with balloons and lots of kitchen paper and glue mixed with water. Matt and Julie have a great time and distance now of two years are still on display on the cabinet of his grandmother.
The game is to hide the Gogo nell'amadio grandmother's slip into bed and say: "In the middle of the night (laughs like crazy!) If you hear a scream come from the grandmother's room ... probably opened the closet and found .... ... gogo.
They enjoyed themselves.
Pattern For Wire Rabbit Cages
These are the crocheted flowers that I made last week. I will use them in my work scrap. To me they are beautiful. Also because I worked hard to get them to view and lacks patience.
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