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
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