alessiomarsili @ 2008-08-22T14:45:00
"Italy Berlusconi of Italy is the worst I have ever seen . And to think that bad of Italie in my long life I've seen a lot. Italy's march on Rome, vulgar and violent , busy but perhaps even hopeful. Italy, 25 July, Italy September 8, and even Italy in Piazzale Loreto, animated by the desire for revenge. But the vulgarity, the baseness of this here is not Italy I had never seen nor heard. Berlusconism is truly the scum that goes up the shaft. (...) I'm not afraid: they are quite impressed, as I was not ever. All right, I said, this also happens: a that many of the pegs come to the surface, then go to the bottom. But now I'm really impressed, although my concern is mitigated by my registrar. They want, at my age to worry about the risks of the future is almost laughing. (...) It's strange: I had never taken part in the campaign of demonization: at best, described him as a clown, a puppet. But all these stories about Berlusconi mafia man left me very uncertain. Now, however, anything is possible. "
( Indro Montanelli, interview with the Republic, March 26, 2001)
This is what I think Montanelli, and that I agree with all his aspetti.Ormai infection Berlusconi has taken hold of our minds, for decades on this television: talk show Cattoni, the sacred didritto slander without contradiction, the fight, the lack of culture, the slum of the TV commercial that have changed the way we think, the
'intelligence, culture and ethics are not ideologia.Indro Montanelli, the right-hand man, has taught us a lot more of leftists.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Cubase Sx3 Dongle Emulator Mac
election 2008 election 2008 # 2
interesting to follow the policy, its passion and its dedicated efforts and ideas. you think that everything is political, because every decision, in and of itself, is a political decision. of life, things, issues in general. organize, administer, etc.. and more small organization, administration, etc.. follow the policy became mandatory, however, because no one can do more for less. sort of lethal mixture halfway between fantasy football and gambling, politics has become the number one priority of the Italian citizen involved. one who is there and I do. one who wants to change. But this sort of moral pass (the desire to change things) is a trap so crude and poorly engineered as to be paradoxically effective. I am tempted to say that this is because the Italian people is bull and not understand a shit, but it is not. the truth is that politics in Italy has become like a poison, a drug that has addicted, dizzy, tired and at the same time the monkey population. in Italy the policy is bad. It has demonstrated this story. the postwar era of fascism in this country, Berlusconi has come out in tatters, and yet continues to walk. do not know how. any other nation would have sunk. Italy, however, is paradoxically still standing. a nation which, paradoxically, is based on paradox. a place where intelligence does not lacking, but which is managed and operated by the ignorant, and that survives in nursery rhymes and clichés. people are fed up, or so it seems to browsing the Internet. in reality it is not. people need politics, because the society he lives in is too politicized. if we abstract from the context for a moment and forget to live in a country so beautiful and so stupid if we pretend to be tourists, may possibly happen to understand (even as we queue up at any supermarket mental) that is not to change need a political system or a type of management of the "thing" that is political in the sense of "party". what makes the 2008 election campaign so special (almost as interesting in a large saucepan stir human feces during a 96-hour afterhours of the Catholic mass, and advertising of laxatives cazziatoni) is its derivation. the fact that it has become objectively impossible to talk about politics in this country seriously, that is, without bringing into play the meaning of the party of the 'act in politics. " the party itself, which is no longer even a party but an extension of the personality of a person acting in the name of public interest (to keep the place forever, look after their own affairs, to defend himself from accusations of various type, to defend their honor and respectability built from scratch, to escape justice, defend the interests of people close to or directly assisted), said the party is an associated body is of no use. a machine made to suck resources of various types (voluntary, effort, ideas in general) from individuals capable or potentially. the purpose of the party is anything but good for the country. all but something (any thing) to serve. imagine a large group of people consisting of people completely detached from reality that we live not in a position to understand the most basic mechanisms of everyday life of citizens, who based their knowledge of the vicissitudes of the people and the country through statistics and newspaper articles . people who do not live like us and can not objectively understand our life. these people who govern us, we will continue to govern and will not go if not we will never out. not voting is the only tool left to the individual to enable him to reaffirm its awareness of the current state of affairs. vote as implicitly means to legitimize and justify acts and behavior of any kind. In this regard the phrase "I was elected by the Italians" is sufficiently eloquent. even just one vote to legitimize the presence of a politician in the corridors of power, in the chair of the solar system. if none of us in all Italy did not go to vote, if all defected to the polls en masse, their presence would no longer legitimate, and only they could start changing things. you would see for the first time something different and the social message of the population would be for the first time clearly and unequivocally for the first time unit and beyond the possibility of being misunderstood and interpreted according to personal opinion. you say you will not do anyone, that this will never happen in a country like this, and indeed it is true. we say that the turnout is synonymy not care, that those who do not vote has no right to say anything. the truth is that not true. attempts are just miserable and botched inter alia, aimed at creating a climate of fear. fear of not to vote, to betray the policy. as to betray the drug. you can not betray the drug. but most of the Italians are not toxic and do not vote do not mean to lose a right and be wrong with someone, but to say its ability to discern, for once, good from evil. the will to change (but for real) this state of affairs necessarily passes through a mass turnout aware.
interesting to follow the policy, its passion and its dedicated efforts and ideas. you think that everything is political, because every decision, in and of itself, is a political decision. of life, things, issues in general. organize, administer, etc.. and more small organization, administration, etc.. follow the policy became mandatory, however, because no one can do more for less. sort of lethal mixture halfway between fantasy football and gambling, politics has become the number one priority of the Italian citizen involved. one who is there and I do. one who wants to change. But this sort of moral pass (the desire to change things) is a trap so crude and poorly engineered as to be paradoxically effective. I am tempted to say that this is because the Italian people is bull and not understand a shit, but it is not. the truth is that politics in Italy has become like a poison, a drug that has addicted, dizzy, tired and at the same time the monkey population. in Italy the policy is bad. It has demonstrated this story. the postwar era of fascism in this country, Berlusconi has come out in tatters, and yet continues to walk. do not know how. any other nation would have sunk. Italy, however, is paradoxically still standing. a nation which, paradoxically, is based on paradox. a place where intelligence does not lacking, but which is managed and operated by the ignorant, and that survives in nursery rhymes and clichés. people are fed up, or so it seems to browsing the Internet. in reality it is not. people need politics, because the society he lives in is too politicized. if we abstract from the context for a moment and forget to live in a country so beautiful and so stupid if we pretend to be tourists, may possibly happen to understand (even as we queue up at any supermarket mental) that is not to change need a political system or a type of management of the "thing" that is political in the sense of "party". what makes the 2008 election campaign so special (almost as interesting in a large saucepan stir human feces during a 96-hour afterhours of the Catholic mass, and advertising of laxatives cazziatoni) is its derivation. the fact that it has become objectively impossible to talk about politics in this country seriously, that is, without bringing into play the meaning of the party of the 'act in politics. " the party itself, which is no longer even a party but an extension of the personality of a person acting in the name of public interest (to keep the place forever, look after their own affairs, to defend himself from accusations of various type, to defend their honor and respectability built from scratch, to escape justice, defend the interests of people close to or directly assisted), said the party is an associated body is of no use. a machine made to suck resources of various types (voluntary, effort, ideas in general) from individuals capable or potentially. the purpose of the party is anything but good for the country. all but something (any thing) to serve. imagine a large group of people consisting of people completely detached from reality that we live not in a position to understand the most basic mechanisms of everyday life of citizens, who based their knowledge of the vicissitudes of the people and the country through statistics and newspaper articles . people who do not live like us and can not objectively understand our life. these people who govern us, we will continue to govern and will not go if not we will never out. not voting is the only tool left to the individual to enable him to reaffirm its awareness of the current state of affairs. vote as implicitly means to legitimize and justify acts and behavior of any kind. In this regard the phrase "I was elected by the Italians" is sufficiently eloquent. even just one vote to legitimize the presence of a politician in the corridors of power, in the chair of the solar system. if none of us in all Italy did not go to vote, if all defected to the polls en masse, their presence would no longer legitimate, and only they could start changing things. you would see for the first time something different and the social message of the population would be for the first time clearly and unequivocally for the first time unit and beyond the possibility of being misunderstood and interpreted according to personal opinion. you say you will not do anyone, that this will never happen in a country like this, and indeed it is true. we say that the turnout is synonymy not care, that those who do not vote has no right to say anything. the truth is that not true. attempts are just miserable and botched inter alia, aimed at creating a climate of fear. fear of not to vote, to betray the policy. as to betray the drug. you can not betray the drug. but most of the Italians are not toxic and do not vote do not mean to lose a right and be wrong with someone, but to say its ability to discern, for once, good from evil. the will to change (but for real) this state of affairs necessarily passes through a mass turnout aware.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Formula Recurring Deposit
I was starting to read my letter personalized Silvio when my mother said that it was delivered even my grandfather, who died almost 10 years ago. I stopped reading. as well as disgust at the grotesque situation, I wondered what one might spend to send 2 bags of propaganda election in every home. how much money is wasted just for this shit. I do not want to know, but the city, when you go to vote, remember that you will not have the right to complain or say anything if something happens, if you are dissatisfied with the future. the cross on the paper will be the sign of your guilt - not someone else's, nor anyone else except you. if nothing will change then, and things remain as they are, will only be your fault.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Women In Transparent Blouses
Paolo Angeli
Paolo Angeli is a guitarist, very good, which uses a prepared Sardinian guitar. pedals tires, two bundles of ropes (horizontal and vertical), setting a cello, the use of the bow, the ability to obtain particular polyphony da uno strumento solo. in questo video esegue una cover di Bjork.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DABglr34YJM
Paolo Angeli is a guitarist, very good, which uses a prepared Sardinian guitar. pedals tires, two bundles of ropes (horizontal and vertical), setting a cello, the use of the bow, the ability to obtain particular polyphony da uno strumento solo. in questo video esegue una cover di Bjork.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DABglr34YJM
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Brazillion Wax Diagram
and Scandinavia Sticazzi
stai attento a quello che scrivi e provi a scrivere se non sai scrivere, sporco negro di merda figlio di puttana. le parole non sono cazzate, hanno un peso. un peso sacrosanto. le parole sono pesanti se non le sai usare. e sono pesanti anche se le sai usare, e l'abbiamo visto. perchè abbiamo provato migliaia e migliaia di combinazioni in questo senso. e abbiamo scritto le più grosse stronzate facendo finta di crederci, facendo finta che fossero reali. e adesso non abbiamo più niente. niente di niente. ma infatti dirai, cosa abbiamo adesso? non abbiamo un cazzo di niente dirai. ma tu sei li, che viaggi. what the fuck you want to know the real things? fuck that hopes to understand life a person who travels in time? What do you hope to achieve? it does not get anything. or at least that I can see a dick. travel, do things, see people. and instead does a dick, dick. and do not say shit, the bitch [but I'm not talking about her, I'm not talking. I'm writing. and then I was referring to the person]. because it is not-doing-shit-of-porcocristo anything. because everything in them [already. plurals but have now become tranquil [[and not you, calm you people]] lacks the mental space necessary to stop and think about things. because they are always tense because there is what must be seen, and there what needs to be lived. you are traveling, simply, "Go fuck yourself ASSHOLE WHY 'I HAVE HAD THE BALLS WITH YOUR PRICK. I never fucked a dick to take a shit aircraft of Christ and never give a fuck about doing fotutto check-in lady. life is abandoned, deserted and everything is lost in the void. but I hope at least that you know it. and I hope that sometimes in life does not get to sleep because haunted by a thought like that. I sleep well and do shit, but a trip is just a drop, and this is not bullshit. otherwise why do you think the players would be more people more alone and depressed? precisely because the actors are the people more sunshine. because it is inherent in their profession not to have a person. and people need people. Now, let's take a moment to pause and try to imagine, ugly cock of shit, a person who is deprived of its own staff. a nightmare situation right? good. We're almost near. Well now try to imagine what could be a vile person like that. but as you say. but as "disgraceful"? oh yes my dear boys. infamous. because there is no mathematical rule that contradicts the assumption that all of the actors are morons. because there is not even in their desire to hurt, injure. they do not own purpose. do not do it on purpose to be unconscious, to create trouble and mettercisi inside. only that in a country like Liechtenstein would be enough in itself to obtaining a strameritatissimo fucking life imprisonment. because for a logic that does something on purpose, that is not aware of the actual effect of their actions, their words, the consequences of their galactic incursions, it is only a fucking useless and filled with lots of blood and organ meat. one which in all probability he will never be an asshole. but that could be an actor. or why not, a great actor. an individual without the person who plays himself into a role at a time. half an hour at a time. until, Scazzi or completely exhausted, decides to end the day hanging from a maximum of some cock. until the end of the period, or book, and then on. towards new horizons. like the people who travel. is the same thing. the procedure is the same. actors and travelers. why I hate people who travel. Storage costs in lives and measured in multiples of € 5. yes, I admit. make me angry. but even know my fans (a bunch of balls that do not exist and I are constantly on the cock but I owe them accountable for my actions), that I am always pissed off, because "it does not seem." that is, that I am. did not appear. okay. because there is something in my participation. something that I "must". Well, yes. get, have. from time to time. something to which I wish to arrive. a point. a question. something. a point I want to touch, to penetrate, to cum. You had your stuff, okay. does nothing. but as if to say pig god. okay. but say at least. and say well if you please. for Christ. with the right words. so that you will understand, fuck. not to stracazzo of stracane. god dog.
stai attento a quello che scrivi e provi a scrivere se non sai scrivere, sporco negro di merda figlio di puttana. le parole non sono cazzate, hanno un peso. un peso sacrosanto. le parole sono pesanti se non le sai usare. e sono pesanti anche se le sai usare, e l'abbiamo visto. perchè abbiamo provato migliaia e migliaia di combinazioni in questo senso. e abbiamo scritto le più grosse stronzate facendo finta di crederci, facendo finta che fossero reali. e adesso non abbiamo più niente. niente di niente. ma infatti dirai, cosa abbiamo adesso? non abbiamo un cazzo di niente dirai. ma tu sei li, che viaggi. what the fuck you want to know the real things? fuck that hopes to understand life a person who travels in time? What do you hope to achieve? it does not get anything. or at least that I can see a dick. travel, do things, see people. and instead does a dick, dick. and do not say shit, the bitch [but I'm not talking about her, I'm not talking. I'm writing. and then I was referring to the person]. because it is not-doing-shit-of-porcocristo anything. because everything in them [already. plurals but have now become tranquil [[and not you, calm you people]] lacks the mental space necessary to stop and think about things. because they are always tense because there is what must be seen, and there what needs to be lived. you are traveling, simply, "Go fuck yourself ASSHOLE WHY 'I HAVE HAD THE BALLS WITH YOUR PRICK. I never fucked a dick to take a shit aircraft of Christ and never give a fuck about doing fotutto check-in lady. life is abandoned, deserted and everything is lost in the void. but I hope at least that you know it. and I hope that sometimes in life does not get to sleep because haunted by a thought like that. I sleep well and do shit, but a trip is just a drop, and this is not bullshit. otherwise why do you think the players would be more people more alone and depressed? precisely because the actors are the people more sunshine. because it is inherent in their profession not to have a person. and people need people. Now, let's take a moment to pause and try to imagine, ugly cock of shit, a person who is deprived of its own staff. a nightmare situation right? good. We're almost near. Well now try to imagine what could be a vile person like that. but as you say. but as "disgraceful"? oh yes my dear boys. infamous. because there is no mathematical rule that contradicts the assumption that all of the actors are morons. because there is not even in their desire to hurt, injure. they do not own purpose. do not do it on purpose to be unconscious, to create trouble and mettercisi inside. only that in a country like Liechtenstein would be enough in itself to obtaining a strameritatissimo fucking life imprisonment. because for a logic that does something on purpose, that is not aware of the actual effect of their actions, their words, the consequences of their galactic incursions, it is only a fucking useless and filled with lots of blood and organ meat. one which in all probability he will never be an asshole. but that could be an actor. or why not, a great actor. an individual without the person who plays himself into a role at a time. half an hour at a time. until, Scazzi or completely exhausted, decides to end the day hanging from a maximum of some cock. until the end of the period, or book, and then on. towards new horizons. like the people who travel. is the same thing. the procedure is the same. actors and travelers. why I hate people who travel. Storage costs in lives and measured in multiples of € 5. yes, I admit. make me angry. but even know my fans (a bunch of balls that do not exist and I are constantly on the cock but I owe them accountable for my actions), that I am always pissed off, because "it does not seem." that is, that I am. did not appear. okay. because there is something in my participation. something that I "must". Well, yes. get, have. from time to time. something to which I wish to arrive. a point. a question. something. a point I want to touch, to penetrate, to cum. You had your stuff, okay. does nothing. but as if to say pig god. okay. but say at least. and say well if you please. for Christ. with the right words. so that you will understand, fuck. not to stracazzo of stracane. god dog.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Cleaning A White Leather Suite
GPM
GPM, EP, people like so many other people, like many who do not have a dick to do here (* censored *) and ruin lives at random. people who have personally written bomb threats on the walls of ridiculous phrases (* censored *) and spread rumors among the people, in order to scare spread suspicion, to pour some kind of guilt for wrongs confessed. mental things, but very real. that are fixed in the memory of a country. and that from time to time they come back. Remittances are the world like (something). There are many problems (* censored *), even serious. and there are people who are not good. unemployed, misfits, delayed (church people). people who have a cock and invents things to do. mental journeys. private stories that become reflections wide, generic, operating on the same principle of buckshot. people listen, said. lives that are filled with emptiness. voids that are filled with emptiness of others. problems that are fixed (that is forgotten at the moment and take a back seat) with the onset of the problems of others. lives that are cracked, which slow to wear out. up at the end.
GPM, EP, people like so many other people, like many who do not have a dick to do here (* censored *) and ruin lives at random. people who have personally written bomb threats on the walls of ridiculous phrases (* censored *) and spread rumors among the people, in order to scare spread suspicion, to pour some kind of guilt for wrongs confessed. mental things, but very real. that are fixed in the memory of a country. and that from time to time they come back. Remittances are the world like (something). There are many problems (* censored *), even serious. and there are people who are not good. unemployed, misfits, delayed (church people). people who have a cock and invents things to do. mental journeys. private stories that become reflections wide, generic, operating on the same principle of buckshot. people listen, said. lives that are filled with emptiness. voids that are filled with emptiness of others. problems that are fixed (that is forgotten at the moment and take a back seat) with the onset of the problems of others. lives that are cracked, which slow to wear out. up at the end.
How To Tell Ring Worm Versus Pityriasis Rosea
the importance of being Satan
cool the new package of MS RED Giugiaro Design, like the telephone. "The only real Italian meets Giugiaro Design. The five variants of the MS family in a special edition." with under the scrittona: Smoking causes fatal lung cancer.
cool the new package of MS RED Giugiaro Design, like the telephone. "The only real Italian meets Giugiaro Design. The five variants of the MS family in a special edition." with under the scrittona: Smoking causes fatal lung cancer.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Sony Dvp-sr200p Bought Australia Region
home
felt sounds. noise. rhythms. microscopic orchestrations of movement of the release. of bodies moving out of habit. that stretch reluctantly. throwing these microsegni space. air. odor. and become aware of things by heart. and become "ten minutes". and become the end. inexorable. someone would call them behaviors. I do not. I can not. these movements have come so much in me so much in me that I hate them. I hate them. do not like them more. I know them by heart. each individual sound. vibration. displacement. each of these signs is a signal. something that means something. although nothing in itself, and above all of these objects, which may have an effect. yet it does. each of these "so" corresponds to a single element of language. a language that I have not yet understood, but I know who I can recognize. and that I could even speak.
felt sounds. noise. rhythms. microscopic orchestrations of movement of the release. of bodies moving out of habit. that stretch reluctantly. throwing these microsegni space. air. odor. and become aware of things by heart. and become "ten minutes". and become the end. inexorable. someone would call them behaviors. I do not. I can not. these movements have come so much in me so much in me that I hate them. I hate them. do not like them more. I know them by heart. each individual sound. vibration. displacement. each of these signs is a signal. something that means something. although nothing in itself, and above all of these objects, which may have an effect. yet it does. each of these "so" corresponds to a single element of language. a language that I have not yet understood, but I know who I can recognize. and that I could even speak.
Can I Have A Tea While Fasting
fury
I was born and raised in (* censored *). a turbulent country. It was not easy because of the geography and geology have influenced social needs. only the writers and scholars become aware of these things, then they are relegated to roles of the second third and fourth floors, labeled as crazy. is difficult to get used to the things that you can not control. before returning to (* censored *) a friend told me to be careful not to scoglionarmi. I now understand the meaning of that term. in these streets is not a soul. not a machine, not a passer. nothing. I wonder how they manage the stores to survive. what people live. where they are. You can walk to the center of the road regardless of anything at any time of day and night. there is none. people work and evenings out or go out on the premises, they tell me. but even the locals, when compared with the human desert that fills these old streets seem empty. few people at most. three or four. what the fuck is going on?
I was born and raised in (* censored *). a turbulent country. It was not easy because of the geography and geology have influenced social needs. only the writers and scholars become aware of these things, then they are relegated to roles of the second third and fourth floors, labeled as crazy. is difficult to get used to the things that you can not control. before returning to (* censored *) a friend told me to be careful not to scoglionarmi. I now understand the meaning of that term. in these streets is not a soul. not a machine, not a passer. nothing. I wonder how they manage the stores to survive. what people live. where they are. You can walk to the center of the road regardless of anything at any time of day and night. there is none. people work and evenings out or go out on the premises, they tell me. but even the locals, when compared with the human desert that fills these old streets seem empty. few people at most. three or four. what the fuck is going on?
Monday, January 21, 2008
Reference Of Community Service
former cinema in the brain
momentarily interrupting the tradition of this area, now in his third post, to advertise that one deserves serious. His name is David Pepper, and is a genius.
http://www.davidepepe.com/
momentarily interrupting the tradition of this area, now in his third post, to advertise that one deserves serious. His name is David Pepper, and is a genius.
http://www.davidepepe.com/
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
How Long Can You Live With Cancer
happy family
is logical that learning from television news of his arrest should not be full of life. from morning to night to find "free" to "free to stay at home." certainly not be the best of life. is what has happened to the wife of Minister Mastella. "The bitter price that, together with my husband, we are paying for the defense of Catholic values in politics, the principles of moderation and tolerance against fanaticism and extremism." charges is in fact another and it's called extortion, but it's nothing new. much worse things happen. as not to be heard when asking the public square to be left alone as it was a public figure, or when you appeal to their untouchable just because it is a public figure. because if I commit a crime, say, if you kill someone, I have the right to be left alone. I have the right to stay home, to call people to dinner, going out, catching a plane. billion do not care if I have the right not to be despised as a villain. I have the right not to be tried, and I have the right to defame judges, magistrates, and all the already slow machine legislating so as to make it go even slower, until the break. if I commit a crime have the right to make statements in the newspapers, on TV, radio and where the hell I want. and I have the right to speak to my lawyers. and I have the right to have lawyers. I then right away for jobs because they're sick - because I feel bad, because I are processing - and delays to the trial to another date. and I have the right to defend myself. to say "it was not me, I've never done anything, this accusation has no basis," and I have the right to be believed, to be supported and be backed by the proper authorities. I too have those responsible - I almost had forgotten - but they treat me like shit. as a normal person. ultimately take a bit 'too much freedom these Italian shit.
is logical that learning from television news of his arrest should not be full of life. from morning to night to find "free" to "free to stay at home." certainly not be the best of life. is what has happened to the wife of Minister Mastella. "The bitter price that, together with my husband, we are paying for the defense of Catholic values in politics, the principles of moderation and tolerance against fanaticism and extremism." charges is in fact another and it's called extortion, but it's nothing new. much worse things happen. as not to be heard when asking the public square to be left alone as it was a public figure, or when you appeal to their untouchable just because it is a public figure. because if I commit a crime, say, if you kill someone, I have the right to be left alone. I have the right to stay home, to call people to dinner, going out, catching a plane. billion do not care if I have the right not to be despised as a villain. I have the right not to be tried, and I have the right to defame judges, magistrates, and all the already slow machine legislating so as to make it go even slower, until the break. if I commit a crime have the right to make statements in the newspapers, on TV, radio and where the hell I want. and I have the right to speak to my lawyers. and I have the right to have lawyers. I then right away for jobs because they're sick - because I feel bad, because I are processing - and delays to the trial to another date. and I have the right to defend myself. to say "it was not me, I've never done anything, this accusation has no basis," and I have the right to be believed, to be supported and be backed by the proper authorities. I too have those responsible - I almost had forgotten - but they treat me like shit. as a normal person. ultimately take a bit 'too much freedom these Italian shit.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Where Can I Buy A Monster Bracelet
open Sundays embed
not apply to building. does not affect anything. nothing that has not already been tried, tested. apparently are content to pack a simple, standard, no claim to significance. in reality nothing of a soup heated and completely harmless can only cause damage. completely irrelevant and useless to the world that surrounds it. where you can interact, at best, only through the unmasking of structural errors.
with this effort part of this space. a kind of diary but not a diary in the strict sense. I never liked writing journal and - as long as you can - I will not deny this assumption primitive. no blog of my cock then. no space in which to seek comfort, comfort because the Internet does not and should not give it. the solution is not in the machine. However, even if this is a somewhat 'too nineties. the machine and all the crap on cyborg (this decidedly eighties), the use of electronics, on the screens that will one day within the body. These are things we should not pay too much attention. and in fact even more if it comes to these bitches. and thank goodness.
all this, however, to say that journalists are WIRED cock, and that you could easily become journalists WIRED. it does not take nothing. just a blackberry, a subscription to any pay-tv to watch on blackberry of course right to say that regardless of where you will find you are always reachable by advertising, the ability to enter unlimited in Japanese restaurants, inside a briefcase with shreds of toilet paper and newspaper clippings of fashion. a raincoat when it rains, white hair and wanting.
prerequisite for recruitment: to be conducive to spamming and claim it as an opportunity for life. a means to understand that we exist and we are "connected". a sort of mega-global inter-media interface that links real human beings share the same fate neon. people traveling at the speed sound from one country to another without occupying the planes for a specific purpose but with the intention of running the world economy. without underwear, but with a briefcase containing documents of global importance. always in the middle of something. always on a rainy day, intent on eating sushi at a Japanese restaurant where the waiter is a screen, watching the game of their favorite team on your mobile, global efforts to think of a global vision. for a renewal. that it is always new and therefore always ephemeral. always renewed. faster than a commercial. continuous strengthening of its appreciation and unconditional trust to the system. toward the absolute.
not apply to building. does not affect anything. nothing that has not already been tried, tested. apparently are content to pack a simple, standard, no claim to significance. in reality nothing of a soup heated and completely harmless can only cause damage. completely irrelevant and useless to the world that surrounds it. where you can interact, at best, only through the unmasking of structural errors.
with this effort part of this space. a kind of diary but not a diary in the strict sense. I never liked writing journal and - as long as you can - I will not deny this assumption primitive. no blog of my cock then. no space in which to seek comfort, comfort because the Internet does not and should not give it. the solution is not in the machine. However, even if this is a somewhat 'too nineties. the machine and all the crap on cyborg (this decidedly eighties), the use of electronics, on the screens that will one day within the body. These are things we should not pay too much attention. and in fact even more if it comes to these bitches. and thank goodness.
all this, however, to say that journalists are WIRED cock, and that you could easily become journalists WIRED. it does not take nothing. just a blackberry, a subscription to any pay-tv to watch on blackberry of course right to say that regardless of where you will find you are always reachable by advertising, the ability to enter unlimited in Japanese restaurants, inside a briefcase with shreds of toilet paper and newspaper clippings of fashion. a raincoat when it rains, white hair and wanting.
prerequisite for recruitment: to be conducive to spamming and claim it as an opportunity for life. a means to understand that we exist and we are "connected". a sort of mega-global inter-media interface that links real human beings share the same fate neon. people traveling at the speed sound from one country to another without occupying the planes for a specific purpose but with the intention of running the world economy. without underwear, but with a briefcase containing documents of global importance. always in the middle of something. always on a rainy day, intent on eating sushi at a Japanese restaurant where the waiter is a screen, watching the game of their favorite team on your mobile, global efforts to think of a global vision. for a renewal. that it is always new and therefore always ephemeral. always renewed. faster than a commercial. continuous strengthening of its appreciation and unconditional trust to the system. toward the absolute.
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