decadence and role diffusion - the tastes of a lot of social criticism with cream
I am not my house. I
am not my car.
I am not my jewelry.
I am not my body.
I am not my mind. My
Idendität consists of recurring parts on how to swing the torch in the darkness in the circle, there is a circle, my circle.
But as soon as I slow down the torch, as soon as I slow down my thoughts as soon as they stop, I realize that this closed circle was only an illusion. Caught in a subjectivity that I will at least be able to call my own. As each letter of the question, any question entsrpingt everything from the self-consciousness. Have you fucked good? Am "I" of the essence? Is a cherry pit without pulp a cherry? "Me" an instance of a model of a neurotic Psychoanalytkers dogmatic thoughts? I am the self, transpersonal? If my knowledge, in the form of memory, of my "I" lose, am I in this part not more then I? And as I can from my "me" talking about? Am I just a pile of dirt at the edge of fields, accumulating? Or the bridge over a river? I am continuously? "Can I be more than" you "? I think. And there are so many "me" not every act of "self" is a tentative anthropocentric? No, I am a rotating cog in the great fabric of the pocket watch that is ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking, open and close when it always wants a hooker. I have a job! I have to turn ... I feel sick. After so many years of evolution, my only goal all my energy in the service of another person is lodged in order to dig them in the grave of the planet, and to proclaim with grins proudly and lustily as well I play the role of the gear? Look at my house, my car, my jewelry. All the gear worked as a glorious, but I'm not? impressionistic Vanitas motif! The more "civilized" a sense attested, the more hostile it operates and the more threatening it becomes. are you and the world, but just because I exist. A statement of my world, which is expected to provide sympathetic in each world to the fireplace, next to the grandmother in the urn. All objects, "I" so I said my mind is the sole subject. Cause of loneliness? Reality is a process evidence. Why it fails purely grammatical? Does the salad tasted them? I'm limited because I was limited. Limited by societal norms, thinking processes in Form of language, and because I can not bite my penis. However, there would be no prevailing norms, communication, and other bird shit, where would I develop myself? If I develop myself? I think not. Children need people to do so, as the horse the carrot on the hook in his eyes need? developed into an irrevocable direction to "civilized" to another path einzuschlagen.Jämmerliche Frustrationstolleranz! Civilized society, not as a vague term negative, as massive lack of reflection, homogenized whores! circularly-satisfying consumption Tantra. Why so few relative standards, this is not the Vorrantreiben? Development through integration and differentiation. If we needed a disinterested elite group to lead the leaderless, yet integration and differentiation? You know what? I am my house, my car, my jewelry, my body my belongings, a gear, part of a cake, I am so because this shit smell in my nose for compliance.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Protein In Urine At 38 Weeks
The bubble man and the happy: Sleepless "Good morning"
I go through the world. There are people. Many of them live in a bubble, this bubble is a hamster running ball.
The people running in a ball that allows them to move through their environment, but there's always this impermeable wall of the hamster running ball.
It is often so severe the hermetic so close, yet they are noticed by her hamster not even, I see many of those hamsters running the ball, some see her run ball, are even more proud to be in some conversations, I mentioned this naja ä ; ußerst Accesoir degrading of their lives, they did it from a good humorous joke. Imagine a man once, this is a platform, and all around him people scurry around in hamster balls run, you talk, their hectic, fast, almost eg exessive use of communication facilities, sounds outside their bubble of mine as a blunt bubbling. Confinement observing, adapting, I learned Blubberblasenmenschen to understand a little bit, but life is surrounded by hard balls, many people see her run ball did not, they are not aware of, but if it views such as a small child a jumping ball has been detected, they can imagine is sure to run with hamster balls in human size and then they have a long view of this pictorial naja hectic life. But sometimes, sometimes you see a person without Bladder, which is rare, and therefore always an exciting experience, the most interesting thing is always the question why he did not live in a bubble. even the question is a big challenge. Recently I met a bubble-free
man, naja was considered amazing, in my Blasenlosigkeit. To my Blubberhamsterblasenlaufblasen he said, "tired man". Many people shuffle through the world, with briefcase and cup of coffee, dark circles, morning phenomenon, poorly staged zombies, and then there are people who are awake, the longing from afar, as the tired people tend to crawl, they shuffle very, very bumpy, watch People just go their eye level is always quite high on the top of a coffee drinker, sugar junkie bastard Fitness, wellness freak, his hump. He saw everything in a lovely pink, were for him the bubble-free, waking people who stars in the firmament, and the black base in which they flow radiant that unfortunately, the masses, the hamster ball run ends, the fatigue disclosed separately. I was embarrassed by the hamsters run balls, saw something of this so rarely without a big ball, large Hall. He led me into a society where it is extremely was rested. My contact behavior was due to the bubbles, and lack of friendships with people that do not bore the bubble to make himself understood them disabled, very bad, he showed me a place where there were no bubbles, and times when a sign appeared, was intended, and a very humorous joke. But if they think now that there are people and all are utterly awake, you're wrong. This special was so fit, who could in mine, wore down the bubbling, brain awakening an enthusiasm, a passion, a lustful panting after waking man. A small sign of the slow entry of madness is that I was getting seriously convinced me that I need to see this huge round balls differences, differences in a structured system such as gestures and facial expressions, interesting imagery, it is as if a French white with a Phantomime , s, expressionless mask very hard you are facing, and they must be able to see without really grimace which he cuts rates including, hamster balls just are not really clear, just how tired people mumble. Well, we think an idea is always something to be able to, but terrible at this masquerade is that this Guess confirmed time and again, a self-fulfilling Prohpezeihung in the other. Turtles on turtles. I really want to finally get down to business, knows one of my recipients a way how in high grade hamster balls? Possible ways of communication? sold jmd Hamster / What is the maintenance of a hamster will cost a month? Would be a great utopian and nervous football players surrounded by nothing but balls a serious threat? If the hamster is confident in his ball, that the Earth disk inclined to the side, how would they react, collective Kullen? I think I will still have a long talk with this person to understand. I think I'll sleep a round.
-Remulade
steak
-Zwiebelmett
-3 eggs pinch of salt-
-120 m. at 360 ° C
salad
-
I go through the world. There are people. Many of them live in a bubble, this bubble is a hamster running ball.
The people running in a ball that allows them to move through their environment, but there's always this impermeable wall of the hamster running ball.
It is often so severe the hermetic so close, yet they are noticed by her hamster not even, I see many of those hamsters running the ball, some see her run ball, are even more proud to be in some conversations, I mentioned this naja ä ; ußerst Accesoir degrading of their lives, they did it from a good humorous joke. Imagine a man once, this is a platform, and all around him people scurry around in hamster balls run, you talk, their hectic, fast, almost eg exessive use of communication facilities, sounds outside their bubble of mine as a blunt bubbling. Confinement observing, adapting, I learned Blubberblasenmenschen to understand a little bit, but life is surrounded by hard balls, many people see her run ball did not, they are not aware of, but if it views such as a small child a jumping ball has been detected, they can imagine is sure to run with hamster balls in human size and then they have a long view of this pictorial naja hectic life. But sometimes, sometimes you see a person without Bladder, which is rare, and therefore always an exciting experience, the most interesting thing is always the question why he did not live in a bubble. even the question is a big challenge. Recently I met a bubble-free
man, naja was considered amazing, in my Blasenlosigkeit. To my Blubberhamsterblasenlaufblasen he said, "tired man". Many people shuffle through the world, with briefcase and cup of coffee, dark circles, morning phenomenon, poorly staged zombies, and then there are people who are awake, the longing from afar, as the tired people tend to crawl, they shuffle very, very bumpy, watch People just go their eye level is always quite high on the top of a coffee drinker, sugar junkie bastard Fitness, wellness freak, his hump. He saw everything in a lovely pink, were for him the bubble-free, waking people who stars in the firmament, and the black base in which they flow radiant that unfortunately, the masses, the hamster ball run ends, the fatigue disclosed separately. I was embarrassed by the hamsters run balls, saw something of this so rarely without a big ball, large Hall. He led me into a society where it is extremely was rested. My contact behavior was due to the bubbles, and lack of friendships with people that do not bore the bubble to make himself understood them disabled, very bad, he showed me a place where there were no bubbles, and times when a sign appeared, was intended, and a very humorous joke. But if they think now that there are people and all are utterly awake, you're wrong. This special was so fit, who could in mine, wore down the bubbling, brain awakening an enthusiasm, a passion, a lustful panting after waking man. A small sign of the slow entry of madness is that I was getting seriously convinced me that I need to see this huge round balls differences, differences in a structured system such as gestures and facial expressions, interesting imagery, it is as if a French white with a Phantomime , s, expressionless mask very hard you are facing, and they must be able to see without really grimace which he cuts rates including, hamster balls just are not really clear, just how tired people mumble. Well, we think an idea is always something to be able to, but terrible at this masquerade is that this Guess confirmed time and again, a self-fulfilling Prohpezeihung in the other. Turtles on turtles. I really want to finally get down to business, knows one of my recipients a way how in high grade hamster balls? Possible ways of communication? sold jmd Hamster / What is the maintenance of a hamster will cost a month? Would be a great utopian and nervous football players surrounded by nothing but balls a serious threat? If the hamster is confident in his ball, that the Earth disk inclined to the side, how would they react, collective Kullen? I think I will still have a long talk with this person to understand. I think I'll sleep a round.
-Remulade
steak
-Zwiebelmett
-3 eggs pinch of salt-
-120 m. at 360 ° C
salad
-
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Difference Between White And Off White
circus tickets
day I went into a hall of mirrors, usually seen as people rather like the one from the face are cut, I think the mirror will help. But I met someone who was very foreign to me, I was dizzy and started a conversation, a hall of mirrors is a very charming place for a conversation. And the longer we watched our reflections in the exchange of ideas the more I realized how inappropriate his behavior was, it did not fit his thoughts. His fingers were concerned with a card game to mix, he pulled out maps and put them somewhere else in again, he said, was the occasion a very lively exercise. We spoke little, but said much. He presented himself as a circus visitors, while trying not to volunteer to participate in the presentation must, but often at the end of the ideas and clapping to not be considered as rude. I asked him what it should, but it was just rude to do something like that, just as nor in the sense of gossip blogs use for any purpose opportunistic. Grinning and me ace in the head schnipsend he said it was only a matter of when, and the volume when a clap for pesky and very annoying noise is. So not a monotonous opportunism, no, he claimed that he would get the best recognition of this circus company was the contempt. I really laughed heartily: man is a herd animal, but his view is not only hostile but also pervaded by a naive stupidity. He grinned at me, thanked for this open contempt of his statement and told me that he was long considered pseudomissantrophisch, and the prefix pseudo mean so much to him because if he meet with sympathy and affection, he knew he was a disgusting and repulsive trait was the only one ansich decadent circus clown, or people who feel this as amusing like you can. Nungut he probably had no friends, was my thought and my word. He went to third grade who was frightened by its mirror image, presumably out of disgust, and took this man on foot, struck several times with massive fence posts on a freshly salted wound-all this with a pinch of uncommon Irony and sarcasm, but to my surprise, he met with sympathy and a note with a phone number. His attacks were so lovely and sweet, that they were not noticed. This time he schnippste me a heart king at the tip of the nose and said it but a light one man was trained by the Tigers to draw interest in its spell. I let him feel that his arrogance when I arrived and again he made a gesture of gratitude, apparently much of it here a map to the ground, ended up staring with the undecorated back of the mirrored ceiling and was taken from me. It was the Joker, a ausgestatterter fool with cap and impish grin, nosed Knilch the hochielt with a view irrem reichtumsymbolisierendes scepter. With a calm voice and pointing at our reflections the stranger told me that his aim has been to scorn any selfish goal, but the simple conclusion of the neighbors snoring Bank was next to him. He said the need to adapt to other people is become a little annoying over the long period of his short life, and he regarded companies only as a means to an end, no one would even Orentierungspunkte around in circles. His words were interrupted briefly by a fourth of its mirror image and did not even noisily ran into a mirror, like a thick Fifth its mirror images because of its massive abdominal girth welded to his person, he asked us to connect briefly to the side. I take this serious interruption to ask the stranger if not freedom at some point could be instability. He nodded and asked if I has attended parachute jumping. I handed it to my mirror image and, at the same time we got into wild articulating these strangers and asked why he was such a goddamn asshole, we angrily decried the dreißte these outrageous excesses upset us, we put in our Rage the stupid question why he treats us so. He looked at me, I now knew I would return one Lecture hear contempt gent people but that was the case he does not give me the rest of his card game and blinked my being with the words "Because I like you." Too. He went out in addition to its mirror image and my gaze was drawn down by the inquiring mind, was soon on the deck of cards lie. I had hoped from the overhead map to better interpret his statement, but there was no card, but the list of third parties. How did he know of my desire to get to know this person? and why he helped me with this? And why I now alloyed after people who once held them of their abnormality, scared?
day I went into a hall of mirrors, usually seen as people rather like the one from the face are cut, I think the mirror will help. But I met someone who was very foreign to me, I was dizzy and started a conversation, a hall of mirrors is a very charming place for a conversation. And the longer we watched our reflections in the exchange of ideas the more I realized how inappropriate his behavior was, it did not fit his thoughts. His fingers were concerned with a card game to mix, he pulled out maps and put them somewhere else in again, he said, was the occasion a very lively exercise. We spoke little, but said much. He presented himself as a circus visitors, while trying not to volunteer to participate in the presentation must, but often at the end of the ideas and clapping to not be considered as rude. I asked him what it should, but it was just rude to do something like that, just as nor in the sense of gossip blogs use for any purpose opportunistic. Grinning and me ace in the head schnipsend he said it was only a matter of when, and the volume when a clap for pesky and very annoying noise is. So not a monotonous opportunism, no, he claimed that he would get the best recognition of this circus company was the contempt. I really laughed heartily: man is a herd animal, but his view is not only hostile but also pervaded by a naive stupidity. He grinned at me, thanked for this open contempt of his statement and told me that he was long considered pseudomissantrophisch, and the prefix pseudo mean so much to him because if he meet with sympathy and affection, he knew he was a disgusting and repulsive trait was the only one ansich decadent circus clown, or people who feel this as amusing like you can. Nungut he probably had no friends, was my thought and my word. He went to third grade who was frightened by its mirror image, presumably out of disgust, and took this man on foot, struck several times with massive fence posts on a freshly salted wound-all this with a pinch of uncommon Irony and sarcasm, but to my surprise, he met with sympathy and a note with a phone number. His attacks were so lovely and sweet, that they were not noticed. This time he schnippste me a heart king at the tip of the nose and said it but a light one man was trained by the Tigers to draw interest in its spell. I let him feel that his arrogance when I arrived and again he made a gesture of gratitude, apparently much of it here a map to the ground, ended up staring with the undecorated back of the mirrored ceiling and was taken from me. It was the Joker, a ausgestatterter fool with cap and impish grin, nosed Knilch the hochielt with a view irrem reichtumsymbolisierendes scepter. With a calm voice and pointing at our reflections the stranger told me that his aim has been to scorn any selfish goal, but the simple conclusion of the neighbors snoring Bank was next to him. He said the need to adapt to other people is become a little annoying over the long period of his short life, and he regarded companies only as a means to an end, no one would even Orentierungspunkte around in circles. His words were interrupted briefly by a fourth of its mirror image and did not even noisily ran into a mirror, like a thick Fifth its mirror images because of its massive abdominal girth welded to his person, he asked us to connect briefly to the side. I take this serious interruption to ask the stranger if not freedom at some point could be instability. He nodded and asked if I has attended parachute jumping. I handed it to my mirror image and, at the same time we got into wild articulating these strangers and asked why he was such a goddamn asshole, we angrily decried the dreißte these outrageous excesses upset us, we put in our Rage the stupid question why he treats us so. He looked at me, I now knew I would return one Lecture hear contempt gent people but that was the case he does not give me the rest of his card game and blinked my being with the words "Because I like you." Too. He went out in addition to its mirror image and my gaze was drawn down by the inquiring mind, was soon on the deck of cards lie. I had hoped from the overhead map to better interpret his statement, but there was no card, but the list of third parties. How did he know of my desire to get to know this person? and why he helped me with this? And why I now alloyed after people who once held them of their abnormality, scared?
Miniature Schnauzers How To Tell Cataracts
from bleeding thoughts
How was that?
commitment to civil disobedience.
But - what is civil obedience?
blind opportunism?
all go one behind the other, hand in hand, but only apparent.
hands touch, but the heat is not what matters.
cold.
If you look closely they do not go behind each other but in a circle.
They all try to break out from that circle each other in the way trip.
try to get into the center will be different do not follow the others. Individuality. Uniqueness.
But when all wish to do so .. is the "Individual" but a very collective way. Ironically
.
Ironically, that seems to be this whole cycle really.
On the way, during the campaign, whose target is to find yourself, to get inside let people
take much from external stimuli.
consumerism.
completely darkening, no matter in what way.
would not have to think about eating.
as much as possible - lights, colors, objects, food - much respect to size and diversity.
stimuli stimuli stimuli occupy a fully capture, do not let go start to ..
to banish the thoughts. The hope of destroying ideas to burn, to destroy.
The fitting of masks. Many masks, colorful masks, masks, bright and dark masks. What a variety.
you can be anything they want, just need the right mask out of the closet and they're someone completely different that you can customize to do to adapt so as to weighing the simplest way . Select
mask penalty - would be too embarrassed to admit his true feelings, right? So they try
gracefully with all its colorful masks to move through the room.
to dance attempt.
A ridiculous sight when you look at it from a distance - but a part of this blind mass of opportunists to be?
less funny.
the people is unable to dance.
dance is passion.
Leiden.Schafft.
But passion has to do with feelings, true feelings, because the only things important to them, they give themselves really, these things can really only create suffering for them, otherwise they will remain the Mo denied opportunity at all to create suffering. You touch not. run
A passion with a mask appears therefore to be difficult.
it is probably also looking at the pitiful attempts to dance.
Yes, the painful feelings. The double
bulletproof glass around the self that one knows himself, because it goes too deep, because it can not fall completely and has therefore abandoned the attempt to get to know it.
Is it quite shocking to realize some can not.
This goes against human nature - the "crown" of creation. The coronation
can offer no such thing, denies it, it ignored the would destroy her image. Dear
always strive and continue to close our eyes to what we do not directly understand.
Hide.
The company is sick.
Give each other's hands and let you completely intoxicated by consumption, you give out information overload, do not love your neighbor, but love the state of superficiality.
Only this condition will allow, that no one knows you and that you therefore can not be violated.
Ver.Rückt.
Takt.Los.
masked ball.
you are circling, looking at them.
No escape from the Circle.
waiting in the middle of the truth that knowledge. None
get out there, only few people can be seen in the middle.
imagination?
Can you get in the middle?
The thoughts are.
repeat themselves.
move away, come again, again, over and over again.
The attempt to drown her. In the sea or elsewhere, in a frenzy, not matter what kind
music noise. Bücherbesäufnisse. - Probably not all of these possibilities could escape the people go too close.
But the thoughts are not only temporarily, the addiction to this state, apparent freedom from the oppressive Misfortune.
eyes. Head space. Headroom. Headless.
flight.
possible only temporarily.
you come back.
Thoughts bleed.
Tönchen
How was that?
commitment to civil disobedience.
But - what is civil obedience?
blind opportunism?
all go one behind the other, hand in hand, but only apparent.
hands touch, but the heat is not what matters.
cold.
If you look closely they do not go behind each other but in a circle.
They all try to break out from that circle each other in the way trip.
try to get into the center will be different do not follow the others. Individuality. Uniqueness.
But when all wish to do so .. is the "Individual" but a very collective way. Ironically
.
Ironically, that seems to be this whole cycle really.
On the way, during the campaign, whose target is to find yourself, to get inside let people
take much from external stimuli.
consumerism.
completely darkening, no matter in what way.
would not have to think about eating.
as much as possible - lights, colors, objects, food - much respect to size and diversity.
stimuli stimuli stimuli occupy a fully capture, do not let go start to ..
to banish the thoughts. The hope of destroying ideas to burn, to destroy.
The fitting of masks. Many masks, colorful masks, masks, bright and dark masks. What a variety.
you can be anything they want, just need the right mask out of the closet and they're someone completely different that you can customize to do to adapt so as to weighing the simplest way . Select
mask penalty - would be too embarrassed to admit his true feelings, right? So they try
gracefully with all its colorful masks to move through the room.
to dance attempt.
A ridiculous sight when you look at it from a distance - but a part of this blind mass of opportunists to be?
less funny.
the people is unable to dance.
dance is passion.
Leiden.Schafft.
But passion has to do with feelings, true feelings, because the only things important to them, they give themselves really, these things can really only create suffering for them, otherwise they will remain the Mo denied opportunity at all to create suffering. You touch not. run
A passion with a mask appears therefore to be difficult.
it is probably also looking at the pitiful attempts to dance.
Yes, the painful feelings. The double
bulletproof glass around the self that one knows himself, because it goes too deep, because it can not fall completely and has therefore abandoned the attempt to get to know it.
Is it quite shocking to realize some can not.
This goes against human nature - the "crown" of creation. The coronation
can offer no such thing, denies it, it ignored the would destroy her image. Dear
always strive and continue to close our eyes to what we do not directly understand.
Hide.
The company is sick.
Give each other's hands and let you completely intoxicated by consumption, you give out information overload, do not love your neighbor, but love the state of superficiality.
Only this condition will allow, that no one knows you and that you therefore can not be violated.
Ver.Rückt.
Takt.Los.
masked ball.
you are circling, looking at them.
No escape from the Circle.
waiting in the middle of the truth that knowledge. None
get out there, only few people can be seen in the middle.
imagination?
Can you get in the middle?
The thoughts are.
repeat themselves.
move away, come again, again, over and over again.
The attempt to drown her. In the sea or elsewhere, in a frenzy, not matter what kind
music noise. Bücherbesäufnisse. - Probably not all of these possibilities could escape the people go too close.
But the thoughts are not only temporarily, the addiction to this state, apparent freedom from the oppressive Misfortune.
eyes. Head space. Headroom. Headless.
flight.
possible only temporarily.
you come back.
Thoughts bleed.
Tönchen
Monday, March 16, 2009
Material Glue For Car Roof
meeting
A little naive girl with braces and long straight hair was strolling through a forest, she went with incredible grace, past a lake, then saw her beautiful eyes, a huddled, armseelig creature . Why they went through the woods, or why their gullible nature no thorns on the rose of beauty was, is irrelevant.
This creature was seen by the outline, only a heap, a picture of misery.
the little girl went to the lake to study this phenomenon more closely. As she circles the lake and sat down beside the existence of whining, she leaned forward to catch a face, while she asked: "Who are you?"
She saw tears roll, and heard a devices ; uschvolles Schluchtzen.
"I? I am the sadness ... "they got an answer. After a few moments of silence that was broken only by a deep Arnold Böcklin Berliners pulling up the nose, then asked, "But why are you so sad" is the same as
Sadness presented person described that no one would have them wherever they appeared, people tried to escape her, so she was sitting here alone in a forest, alone on a bench, alone in this lake. The girl looked at the reflection of her face in one of many tears and took the scraps wrapped in dark figure in his arms and told her to cry. "Weep." She said with decisive tone. She saw the tears roll, flow like rivers, streams of despair poured, and a loud noisy miserable term Schluchtzen broke through the noise, birds fled ächtzend trees, apparently the wind was only a pretext, the fact that even wanted to leave should cover trees, away from this grief and only their roots, they prevented, The fish swam in the lake to the distant shore, sore to get ashore to distance and died painful twitching in the fresh spring air. And
said the girl, "Mh sadness, ok, you know, I think I'll go with you now on your way"
Suddenly, totally perplexed, stopped the sadness to despair, she looked with her deep , wet and tearful eyes into the girl, and did not understand why jmd should want the sadness? Asked the puzzled sadness: "But, but, w-who are you?"
The girl grinned wryly, laid her head slightly to the sad and baffle shape and said: ". I am the hope"
;
passed silently minutes, small worlds. Many unspoken words could later be said, the sadness and the hope had met.
The sadness began to open up a little, so far at least, they said. The pile is righting
said that he was more, much more, he not only show people how terrible is this world, but also how beautiful she is, because if people do not know the sadness, they could do Glücksgefü not at all appreciate hl know. There also is this what the sadness was so ridiculous, and even more astonishing was the sight of, even as she claimed in an ideal world coming, naive girl. Where do they drive their consciousness, while her subconscious, where was the hope?
And what do you want? Why they wanted to be the person of the first opening for their opponent? Why pursued the hopes of so selfish goals?
The sadness tore himself away from these issues because it was important for a lot, hope something verat their nature, hope and sadness are two more things going hand in hand, hope the sadness brings also , and hoping to find, as it would formulate the people, unfortunately, the sadness. This fact alone, that a separation of these two existences promised certain death should show the hope that the folly of the sadness would be the hope of seeing them as playing ball, because without them, just because despair would . And
Despair in the negative. It is impossible that hope can help the sadness, all they do is be there as long as there is hope ...
however warned the sadness over and over again and yet not often enough before that for the little naive girl far too dangerous thing to do is to tamper with such a creature. Even if it was the only and most honest intention of sadness, to help only perhaps by a selfless action that was dangerously close to a surrender to increase their self-esteem, or rediscover. And even here, there was a danger that the little girl was too weak to enter the sight of these human abysses powerless and helpless before such a plane would be falling much faster, much more difficult tumbling, much colder lying. The creature was still so weird, a little bit of beauty to the hope that shortly after this and tried again to hide because the focus was poor on the part of the sadness of hope. People would ask, "What will be the answer to the question?" The sadness was trying to show their feelings of hope zuwieder what they should focus on people, on intact People, people on the outside of a forest, not sitting on the bench by the lake to spend their lives, people are not looking now and then through the trees on the road to despise the man. People have many pets, and logical systems may be able to offer young girls a lot more. The sadness wept several times, again and again.
The sadness took hope in the arm.
oppressed her to him.
oppressed them away.
pulled her beside him on the bench, looking head to head in same direction murky look, the sadness slowly and gently laid her head on the Hope Shoulder, so gently that there was enough time to dismiss. The hope, said, however, apparently disagree, or just pity. So these creatures now
sat on the bench, around them, it began to snow, cold and icy winds moved around them.
The hope in his ear whispering, said slowly righting pile misery that he wants a new life, a hopeful, healthy, an optimistic. The sadness
said hopefully: respond is "I can be no truth, I can not act, all I can, I hurt too fast, I knife without a handle, need your Act as a guide my reality, stand as groundless, and have chosen for my life up to new regulations set to, as it's up to you which ratio you deem appropriate. "
(biographical, part of a correspondence, published unchanged, then yes get to know people ...)
A little naive girl with braces and long straight hair was strolling through a forest, she went with incredible grace, past a lake, then saw her beautiful eyes, a huddled, armseelig creature . Why they went through the woods, or why their gullible nature no thorns on the rose of beauty was, is irrelevant.
This creature was seen by the outline, only a heap, a picture of misery.
the little girl went to the lake to study this phenomenon more closely. As she circles the lake and sat down beside the existence of whining, she leaned forward to catch a face, while she asked: "Who are you?"
She saw tears roll, and heard a devices ; uschvolles Schluchtzen.
"I? I am the sadness ... "they got an answer. After a few moments of silence that was broken only by a deep Arnold Böcklin Berliners pulling up the nose, then asked, "But why are you so sad" is the same as
Sadness presented person described that no one would have them wherever they appeared, people tried to escape her, so she was sitting here alone in a forest, alone on a bench, alone in this lake. The girl looked at the reflection of her face in one of many tears and took the scraps wrapped in dark figure in his arms and told her to cry. "Weep." She said with decisive tone. She saw the tears roll, flow like rivers, streams of despair poured, and a loud noisy miserable term Schluchtzen broke through the noise, birds fled ächtzend trees, apparently the wind was only a pretext, the fact that even wanted to leave should cover trees, away from this grief and only their roots, they prevented, The fish swam in the lake to the distant shore, sore to get ashore to distance and died painful twitching in the fresh spring air. And
said the girl, "Mh sadness, ok, you know, I think I'll go with you now on your way"
Suddenly, totally perplexed, stopped the sadness to despair, she looked with her deep , wet and tearful eyes into the girl, and did not understand why jmd should want the sadness? Asked the puzzled sadness: "But, but, w-who are you?"
The girl grinned wryly, laid her head slightly to the sad and baffle shape and said: ". I am the hope"
;
passed silently minutes, small worlds. Many unspoken words could later be said, the sadness and the hope had met.
The sadness began to open up a little, so far at least, they said. The pile is righting
said that he was more, much more, he not only show people how terrible is this world, but also how beautiful she is, because if people do not know the sadness, they could do Glücksgefü not at all appreciate hl know. There also is this what the sadness was so ridiculous, and even more astonishing was the sight of, even as she claimed in an ideal world coming, naive girl. Where do they drive their consciousness, while her subconscious, where was the hope?
And what do you want? Why they wanted to be the person of the first opening for their opponent? Why pursued the hopes of so selfish goals?
The sadness tore himself away from these issues because it was important for a lot, hope something verat their nature, hope and sadness are two more things going hand in hand, hope the sadness brings also , and hoping to find, as it would formulate the people, unfortunately, the sadness. This fact alone, that a separation of these two existences promised certain death should show the hope that the folly of the sadness would be the hope of seeing them as playing ball, because without them, just because despair would . And
Despair in the negative. It is impossible that hope can help the sadness, all they do is be there as long as there is hope ...
however warned the sadness over and over again and yet not often enough before that for the little naive girl far too dangerous thing to do is to tamper with such a creature. Even if it was the only and most honest intention of sadness, to help only perhaps by a selfless action that was dangerously close to a surrender to increase their self-esteem, or rediscover. And even here, there was a danger that the little girl was too weak to enter the sight of these human abysses powerless and helpless before such a plane would be falling much faster, much more difficult tumbling, much colder lying. The creature was still so weird, a little bit of beauty to the hope that shortly after this and tried again to hide because the focus was poor on the part of the sadness of hope. People would ask, "What will be the answer to the question?" The sadness was trying to show their feelings of hope zuwieder what they should focus on people, on intact People, people on the outside of a forest, not sitting on the bench by the lake to spend their lives, people are not looking now and then through the trees on the road to despise the man. People have many pets, and logical systems may be able to offer young girls a lot more. The sadness wept several times, again and again.
The sadness took hope in the arm.
oppressed her to him.
oppressed them away.
pulled her beside him on the bench, looking head to head in same direction murky look, the sadness slowly and gently laid her head on the Hope Shoulder, so gently that there was enough time to dismiss. The hope, said, however, apparently disagree, or just pity. So these creatures now
sat on the bench, around them, it began to snow, cold and icy winds moved around them.
The hope in his ear whispering, said slowly righting pile misery that he wants a new life, a hopeful, healthy, an optimistic. The sadness
said hopefully: respond is "I can be no truth, I can not act, all I can, I hurt too fast, I knife without a handle, need your Act as a guide my reality, stand as groundless, and have chosen for my life up to new regulations set to, as it's up to you which ratio you deem appropriate. "
(biographical, part of a correspondence, published unchanged, then yes get to know people ...)
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A wonderful day to bloodshed
He did it often.
He did it gladly and with pleasure. He understood
living object, which had to exist legally necessity for a murder.
He killed whenever he was in his life, he knew more options a man to kill, as a mathematician known figures.
On special occasions he enjoyed regular Schlachfeste, in part, these events justify the already flush with the glorified word Schlachfest these events.
you read that right, he was met with the Dreißtigkeit justify his actions need to. He bloody loved it, but bloodless methods were also popular, this simplifies disposal. Mass killings had that special charm that just went out by the quantity of a particular satisfaction, but also the detailed observed killing was very popular, one could better focus for example on the last throes, or follow the slow flow of blood, or just replace with meticulous precision, slow the skin from a cadaver. One wonders what a monster does something like that, admit it tries to justify itself and requires some form of the absence of disgust.
people.
but this should not be a simple mirror, but I wanted to mention that the most horrible murder, that death is the One. A pleasant death is one of the sleepy, is painful is it when dying a little pulls, an endurance athlete for example, must drown. One can certainly pack the anguish and pain, the suffering in a table and hierarchically sort so that one can say at the end, a kind of death is the most painful.
An important point is the time to even the smallest pain will spread sufficiently to have enough time to fear. Think of the regular drops of drops on heads.
So when you factor in the suffering related to the period in which this works is, you get the most painful death, it is characterized by a particularly long Sterbensakt, and innumerable tiny assassination attempts.
Life.
addition, one should note that this method includes a wholly chance of success.
He did it often.
He did it gladly and with pleasure. He understood
living object, which had to exist legally necessity for a murder.
He killed whenever he was in his life, he knew more options a man to kill, as a mathematician known figures.
On special occasions he enjoyed regular Schlachfeste, in part, these events justify the already flush with the glorified word Schlachfest these events.
you read that right, he was met with the Dreißtigkeit justify his actions need to. He bloody loved it, but bloodless methods were also popular, this simplifies disposal. Mass killings had that special charm that just went out by the quantity of a particular satisfaction, but also the detailed observed killing was very popular, one could better focus for example on the last throes, or follow the slow flow of blood, or just replace with meticulous precision, slow the skin from a cadaver. One wonders what a monster does something like that, admit it tries to justify itself and requires some form of the absence of disgust.
people.
but this should not be a simple mirror, but I wanted to mention that the most horrible murder, that death is the One. A pleasant death is one of the sleepy, is painful is it when dying a little pulls, an endurance athlete for example, must drown. One can certainly pack the anguish and pain, the suffering in a table and hierarchically sort so that one can say at the end, a kind of death is the most painful.
An important point is the time to even the smallest pain will spread sufficiently to have enough time to fear. Think of the regular drops of drops on heads.
So when you factor in the suffering related to the period in which this works is, you get the most painful death, it is characterized by a particularly long Sterbensakt, and innumerable tiny assassination attempts.
Life.
addition, one should note that this method includes a wholly chance of success.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Dj Schwede Yakety Yak
The day began at the end. I dragged
letargischen my heavy body took a little over the floor, after a beer and took a deep happiness which I heard was this shell wet into the dry throat. He woke up and told most urgent for a coffee, this was then drunk, drinking on the terrace with a strong cigarette. For the sun got up too late, but too tired to a perceived not to want to dispense the morning, we went pointless for pseudo activities, even the Inzenierung of activities has never been a productive work, because you jegwegen assessment criteria of a Inzenierung completely indifferent faced. The coffee was always high-percentage and blacker, and the cigarettes are filter-free. We drank lots of coffee enormal later Energiedrings, energy sweets, anything where apparently a lot of caffeine should be in there, a beer box, mind you a couple, each smoked one pack Tabbak, and were contaminated enough anyway from the previous day for sausage. At midnight we reached our high point, in any case was that of our society, was damn unhappy that the beer was all so incredibly unfortunate that one was drinking vodka, so defined, this would be celebrated, We each took too many caffeine tablets (This coffee-beer-mixed dealt a trunk end in a euphoria that is lived out, trembling, sometimes in the form of acute flatulence) of vodka with which we wanted runterspühlen this was warm, so warm that he dickflü regularly appeared, my tobacco so much that he steamed and dried it all lies. we thought before we get bored we take a little laughing gas, where is the nail? The first cartridge ran me realize just how nice Goamusik is the tenth I shot for thirteen minutes after the secular time measured in a different reality, the last capsule brings me yet to doubt. The caffeine had its effect, we schwtizten trembling and stammering confuse things, the alcohol ran the soft shell of the babble about fall, but we were aware at all times that the effect of our self-picked mushrooms after inserting the "high point" of the evening pretty soon incredibly Barabar showed their full effect, or will show the same dramatic effect what we have gathered. We played with cough, opened the gelatin capsules and the powder was sprinkled us directly to the tip of the tongue, the taste, pungent, repulsive, we really enjoyed being able to experience something so intense. And here we took too much. We ate and drank spuspektesten things, just to the exceptional and intense experience of tasting exercise. We tried a constant sensory overload of "mindblasting" Impressions suspend simply the direct exposure of as many modes of perception. The sun was already up, the sweet slurping reached through a pink straw of our legal drug cocktails to a peak when the straw from top to bottom and pulled through the glass were all stacked layers in a gentle eddy of the symphony on the way to the mouth at the same time worked, and each individual drug, the effect of all the other multiplied. My motor skills were simply those of a stone, for my mental faculty was this realization an inexplicable fit of genius of this enabled me to sharp end. I decided to smoke a cigarette, I noticed something controlling my body, my mind is not, but my movements correspond to the will of my consciousness, symbiosis. I will put the new friendship with the tax authority of my limbs a bit to the test and call for a freshly filled balloon bursting with the finest nitrous oxide, he appears, it resonates, and it finally pops, the smoke penetrates deep into my lungs, filling them out, emptied my brain, my counterpart shrugs scary. I did make me seriously for his life, he was in a weird state, his brain seemed totally shot to pieces, no longer able to act as soon as death has rediscovered its sense, and Alice come with the cat back from the toilet, the tea party is dissolved, then I'll challenge her, I'll give him, this quivering piece of human flesh, who say opinion, I will confront him openly saying that he no longer has all the marbles. How do I know I do not it will implement, but I remember that I learned in this experiment that my awakening, remember I mentioned a while back, I grabbed a beer, was not at the beginning of a day, no it was actually as they have already noticed, in the evening, and the third, I experience one behind the wheels without sleep, there's no rhythm, everything is one, once awake and sleep time are no longer to take in days only in brain pain. The reason why I had to wake up was falling asleep, but in my case it was not a normal sleep, but a blow to the back of the head received when I sneezed, and the head hit by a wall wurde.Ich formed me a person I created on my Pseudometabetrachterebene, and represented, in my view quite reasonable, in this well as a critic of person to be, the fact that I am right mind, long as I could this not be maintained, however, the Romans lead a moose broke through again and again my thought. My head was in spite of the already misterio seeming tolerance against insomnia, totally useless, totally freierhältliche substances, legal and in no way, despite the low cost of an abuse, or neither for the high intensity activity, special observation divided. I went to the streets to smoke in the fresh air should do me good, but my multitasking capacity with the simultaneous holding of a REM sleep phase and the "active" participation was overloaded alive simply, how do I know whether the truck to the pink elephant between two for me is part of my dream, or part of my physical surroundings? Since that moment, I know that there is no noticeable difference, except that if one with the consciousness that is responsible for motor skills is well clear, we should avoid repays in doubt, and that the truck makes not make the mistake I committed, it is pleasant repays a pink elephant trampled to be than to be hit by a truck. I was probably unconscious for longer under a starry sky, full of headaches was my first realization that I am in doubt repays an either-or situation in which I all options the same chance of success attest should always opt for pink elephants, why I was not aware at this moment. I saw many shooting stars, the sky was clear, my body was not apparently considered by Lkwfahrer on a sidewalk, the nose tip Hanseatic stiff in the wind, on the back, the stars added wall, lying I looked in my face as my perceptive awareness zuschwebte slowly back to my body and be united with it. I went in, sit down in my bed and read myself as the cactus with a vengeance tried my advice is to invest in what stocks I should not deter a pleasure to consume large glass of green fairy to no avail after all the numerous attempts for 4 days to finally find sleep, this glass would probably be the beginning of a success story. After I had condemned to silence the cactus I took the glass sipped briefly into the hands of the absinthe bite gleefully on the edge of the lemon peel Glass for extra I again visited a gas station, looked at the sugared rim, which was last but not caramelized with a Bunsen burner and Schlung the rest of the glass suddenly down, soothing. I slept very slowly, I was accustomed to follow pulses from a dream to have physical reactions, this prevented me from asking me again to give the sleeping world, but it was an amazing night, whose dream of figures I want you now report ..
(coming ragged text, continued)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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The advantages of the dead
The term "stoic calm" aims at a standstill, the Buddhists called it "enlightenment" and other unsuspecting groups sing with expressions such as the "inner self", "balance" or other secular physiotherapist around. Much worse than the malicious and derogatory descriptions of this apparent condition are given even more apparent instructions on how to get there. Years of effort, unnecessary hardships, disciplined effort, and much more flimsy craft instructions were given and more frightening by too many people too seriously. In the following, to make sense.
death.
No paradise, no purgatory, no eternal damnation, no rebirth, no eternal recurrence, no beyond.
The sensed condition is called the death.
And the pursuit of this is justified.
The advantages of the dead over the living, are frightening.
The death of free relations, neither good nor bad, it feels, feels, thinks, and thinks nothing ("nothing" can not be processed by the human brain).
be sure they argue that they should not "beautiful" name, all the joys, positive sides, which rise from the knowledge of the negative things and happiness are promising but much more desirable.
No.
All this makes a life, the imperfection Bewgung tired people, drives them to things they can achieve and not achieve some of the others do not at all, since the human race must strive. Death is the achievement, fulfilling feeling, perfection, completion, completion, the point after a sentence.
Dying is letting go of the familiar Dillemas and reach for the goal of completion. But the joy of this step is to collect from any human consciousness, it is too broad. The indulgence is the only possibility of existence in this pleasure is a solid nailing on the großtmögliche Fulfillment, which is larger than any vorfindbare in the world because they are not to the secular, the impossibility is bound to come to the full. Any
Inzenierung imbued this fails, these included, are imperfect Inzenierungen through the process, or the ever-failing attempt to Inzenierung, particularly disgraceful failure Inzenierung arose as a result of religious representations beyond. Far armseelig ideas are those who claim such a condition was reached in the connectedness of the world.
you are exempt in the death of the laws of nature, can not even grasp the gravity annoying you yet, They are exempt from the need for social rules, no rules, no interference and restrictions in every way, perfect anarchy.
It is impossible to name all the advantages of the concept of the supreme happiness to justify the death, but this would be impossible anyway. What
but the attempted completeness should be complemented is the fact that in this state of "existence" is impossible and not all of the above-mentioned advantages to perceive because of the absence of awareness.
The term "stoic calm" aims at a standstill, the Buddhists called it "enlightenment" and other unsuspecting groups sing with expressions such as the "inner self", "balance" or other secular physiotherapist around. Much worse than the malicious and derogatory descriptions of this apparent condition are given even more apparent instructions on how to get there. Years of effort, unnecessary hardships, disciplined effort, and much more flimsy craft instructions were given and more frightening by too many people too seriously. In the following, to make sense.
death.
No paradise, no purgatory, no eternal damnation, no rebirth, no eternal recurrence, no beyond.
The sensed condition is called the death.
And the pursuit of this is justified.
The advantages of the dead over the living, are frightening.
The death of free relations, neither good nor bad, it feels, feels, thinks, and thinks nothing ("nothing" can not be processed by the human brain).
be sure they argue that they should not "beautiful" name, all the joys, positive sides, which rise from the knowledge of the negative things and happiness are promising but much more desirable.
No.
All this makes a life, the imperfection Bewgung tired people, drives them to things they can achieve and not achieve some of the others do not at all, since the human race must strive. Death is the achievement, fulfilling feeling, perfection, completion, completion, the point after a sentence.
Dying is letting go of the familiar Dillemas and reach for the goal of completion. But the joy of this step is to collect from any human consciousness, it is too broad. The indulgence is the only possibility of existence in this pleasure is a solid nailing on the großtmögliche Fulfillment, which is larger than any vorfindbare in the world because they are not to the secular, the impossibility is bound to come to the full. Any
Inzenierung imbued this fails, these included, are imperfect Inzenierungen through the process, or the ever-failing attempt to Inzenierung, particularly disgraceful failure Inzenierung arose as a result of religious representations beyond. Far armseelig ideas are those who claim such a condition was reached in the connectedness of the world.
you are exempt in the death of the laws of nature, can not even grasp the gravity annoying you yet, They are exempt from the need for social rules, no rules, no interference and restrictions in every way, perfect anarchy.
It is impossible to name all the advantages of the concept of the supreme happiness to justify the death, but this would be impossible anyway. What
but the attempted completeness should be complemented is the fact that in this state of "existence" is impossible and not all of the above-mentioned advantages to perceive because of the absence of awareness.
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Frailty
C. A person was born.
A man with outstanding potential.
was born in the act of becoming a black power in it, an inner demon, in any language there is a word that describes this centralization of this kind of existence.
Him dwells the ability of logical thinking, creativity sprouting from it in many phenomena out, his emphatic empathy enabled him to answer questions without knowing the answer, only questions. For him, human interaction between the skillful play of the occurrence, the emphasis or hiding. He also possessed a given sense his body.
developed in the course of his life, all these great skills, as well as his inner demon.
He, as well as in it exists, gained power. He was open many doors of productive work, and yet had this black power, however, they said no, took the appearance of meaning, forbade. His thought was free, detached, he always gefühlskälter, only exessive relapses, short-term focused sensations showed him that he existed.
He was mad, His thoughts of a vibrant jegwede without regularity, and ex-imploding Formation of countless pieces. Of flashes of indescribable twitching in an abnormality, which made it impossible for him despite some rhetorical and lyrical talent to make his lettuce in the vegetable patch infinite for anyone, or anything available.
his emotions, which are characterized by short duration, but apparently not limited by depth, was a brute battle hard full executions, shredding, destructive, formed some thoughts after the image of a cutting, destructive Vernichtedem everything broke his heart again and again , sometimes jerky, impulsive, in a matter of seconds everything devastating, sometimes slowly, painfully, his self-pity drowned immeasurably enhancing its proud, embittered character in with black waves.
His life was tiring of the battle between the capabilities, potential, and, acting in the opposite direction, demon, he slept a lot. The Intangible
demon weighed Estimated forty kilograms, each of twenty he was, with few exceptions, continually on his shoulders, he should reasonably know that his life should be a single exception. However, he chose this kräftezerenden War of the inherent existence to see with more power than him things qualify him urgent and driving motor. This engine, which was driven by the unvorhersebaren and uncontrollable war disputations had nothing to drive.
He was alone, in part because he never met with sympathy rather misconceptions, on the other it was a self-chosen path to social isolation.
broke some point, its intellectual property an extent that he was no longer able to distinguish what life-affirming and what was the work of his demon, completely baseless, without Orentierung, beyond good and evil, scary free. Every day he died, every night he awoke to new life, a poor appearance, probably due to great principles.
If other people lived for eighteen years, he held out for eighteen years, saved time and again a bit on the not yet collapsed ice to support his weight when he noted it, as it fell, gave way, and the saving edge back a little further away from it created, he saw no shore of the lake, it was a sea?
he were able to draft a comprehensive suicide note, and if he had one of his person found appropriate way to end his existence, would be His personality only exists in my head.
C.
C. A person was born.
A man with outstanding potential.
was born in the act of becoming a black power in it, an inner demon, in any language there is a word that describes this centralization of this kind of existence.
Him dwells the ability of logical thinking, creativity sprouting from it in many phenomena out, his emphatic empathy enabled him to answer questions without knowing the answer, only questions. For him, human interaction between the skillful play of the occurrence, the emphasis or hiding. He also possessed a given sense his body.
developed in the course of his life, all these great skills, as well as his inner demon.
He, as well as in it exists, gained power. He was open many doors of productive work, and yet had this black power, however, they said no, took the appearance of meaning, forbade. His thought was free, detached, he always gefühlskälter, only exessive relapses, short-term focused sensations showed him that he existed.
He was mad, His thoughts of a vibrant jegwede without regularity, and ex-imploding Formation of countless pieces. Of flashes of indescribable twitching in an abnormality, which made it impossible for him despite some rhetorical and lyrical talent to make his lettuce in the vegetable patch infinite for anyone, or anything available.
his emotions, which are characterized by short duration, but apparently not limited by depth, was a brute battle hard full executions, shredding, destructive, formed some thoughts after the image of a cutting, destructive Vernichtedem everything broke his heart again and again , sometimes jerky, impulsive, in a matter of seconds everything devastating, sometimes slowly, painfully, his self-pity drowned immeasurably enhancing its proud, embittered character in with black waves.
His life was tiring of the battle between the capabilities, potential, and, acting in the opposite direction, demon, he slept a lot. The Intangible
demon weighed Estimated forty kilograms, each of twenty he was, with few exceptions, continually on his shoulders, he should reasonably know that his life should be a single exception. However, he chose this kräftezerenden War of the inherent existence to see with more power than him things qualify him urgent and driving motor. This engine, which was driven by the unvorhersebaren and uncontrollable war disputations had nothing to drive.
He was alone, in part because he never met with sympathy rather misconceptions, on the other it was a self-chosen path to social isolation.
broke some point, its intellectual property an extent that he was no longer able to distinguish what life-affirming and what was the work of his demon, completely baseless, without Orentierung, beyond good and evil, scary free. Every day he died, every night he awoke to new life, a poor appearance, probably due to great principles.
If other people lived for eighteen years, he held out for eighteen years, saved time and again a bit on the not yet collapsed ice to support his weight when he noted it, as it fell, gave way, and the saving edge back a little further away from it created, he saw no shore of the lake, it was a sea?
he were able to draft a comprehensive suicide note, and if he had one of his person found appropriate way to end his existence, would be His personality only exists in my head.
C.
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