Thursday, May 15, 2008

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shit in F minor

the anguish of famous men and talented manages to be painted in verse: transmuting pain into the stream, the flow of ink, the ink in the press, glory and immortality.
my anxiety was the only form of a red beast with 6 strings, or some time even the novelty of a paper bag and light them tirabile; have anxiety and do not have the talent, maybe I can not imagine a worse fate .
and now, a healthy night's sleep.
leaving behind all this shit.


goodnight all.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Swollen Uterus Could I Be Pregnant

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three inches of death.
other first fifty-seven.
consumed voraciously
anticipation of two thirty-sixth
meridian of the world
sleeper.


in less than thirty seconds to enjoy

forced to remain in the world always sleeping.

funny how life

scissors for cutting through, and do
rend bleed
be donated
but the modest price of wanting to harm.


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Mr. "I want to say" How

I mean, the end is amazing how many centuries of evolution, and people have not learned anything. For example, I, I do not, mind you, many sexton incravattati have spoken, written, in short invented out of whole cloth. That's just a fairy tale invented by man cling to a hope. Well, not always a hope, to be honest (some cite Schopenhauer, but I would be accused of excessive use of rhetoric), but to cling to something a truncated species born without limbs, not in a position to grasp though nothing at all .

I remember one day seeing the world from the perspective right, but that day is yet to come. I remember that there is, however, otherwise I would not have even an inkling. here is the rub: we smell and smell all that we have not. And unfortunately, my fear is that they always feel just the smell. The man race privileged by God Man at center of the universe. Bha. All stories, all stories; do not believe, do not like me, pull forward without believing it, or you watch it pass.
not believe it. Enough, no longer believes in anything.
not think, stop thinking.
hurts.
Go ahead.
PULL AHEAD.

Friday, March 14, 2008

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the effect of intuition does not break down the performance of our living

Intuition, for which the unit of measure is the soul of a liter, I have finally come, today, at 17 and 34, while walking down Corso Cavour towards the town library.
not come in a violent way, and my body was not hit by sudden shocks. I did not start rolling on the ground in the throes of madness, like a St. Paul on a road to Damascus. Simply, I conveyed the air around me in a single thought, and then store it in the most remote of the mind. Up to 120 seconds ago, that when I opened the action at this very moment is making me write this piece of web.
Meanwhile, over these two hours and 32 minutes, I met few people, absorbed knowledge, physical energy spent, swallowed a pill for a sore throat and so on, in a series of many actions as significant for the arch of my daily life. And yet, the thought was not extinct but came back to the surface like a hollow ball thrown in a bucket of water with a force impressed enough to soak it in full, before it is pushed out again as a result of some physical law that I should know but do not really remember, God forgive me.


The unit of measurement is the soul liters .... crazy.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

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impossible, without a question.

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Sudden change of color on a fixed background, all directed to the objectified representation of the dynamic inner


who are you to govern? who are you to decide my day?

WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME HOW SHOULD I TAKE ACTION? WHO ARE YOU TO DETERMINE MY NEEDS AND GO TO FORM THE RIGHT TOOLS TO ACHIEVE?

Who are you?
Who are you?
VOIIIIIIIII WHO ARE YOU?


well, if you answered my invisible mood, YOU RESPOND WELL.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

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SKS (Socrates, Kierkegaard and Samuli)

the number of assholes in this world, instead of diminishing, increases steadily.
how can you not be angry?
fortunate that there is an irony that unfortunately is not sold or donated to, I would have tons.
or would have made it out on newsstands.
or c 'I would breastfeed my children instead of milk.
or I would have planted a field.
or I would drink it instead of vodka.
or I would not be here to complain.
and you would not be reading this.


fortunate that there are blogs, in order to convey the irony.
unfortunate that no one reads them.

Monday, March 10, 2008

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need not despair, and then what? Exactly

no, I mean really, here we really reached the limit.
I remember very long things short, and it disturbs me a bit.

genius. you do in these cases?

dancing!


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Sunday, March 2, 2008

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dedicated to my inner sense

Today we have become so theoretical as to be abstract, we have become abstractions of ourselves enough to consider the body a mere shell of meat we'd like to do without.

Or we have become so convenient to be intollerranti neighbor, which hinders our practical attempts to constantly change our range.

In any case, we isolate ourselves.
both as an abstraction and as a materialization

A middle way, never. Also on dualism, must prevail. What

fatigue.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Brooks Running Orthodics

What makes us so great as to nullify?

I would seriously be content to survive.

like a plant, an animal, a humble person or a person without a great soul.

plant can not become one.

animal either.

now I miss as to determine the size of my soul.


someone has a meter?




Thanks. Very nice.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

The Perfect Man - Blog Oficial

Schopenhauer and

What are we if not a pile of rubble in constant reconstruction? The internal equilibrium is a house of glass bricks, and a small earthquake was enough to destroy everything.
We are architects of a building without end, the pursuers of an indefinite end point, and perhaps live a life which would discover that in fact it is pure illusion.
power that we never turns in place, always on the brink of an abyss without the courage to plunge; birds with wings unfit to face the storm; machines of infinite complexity unable to understand its structure, and if a bolt is unscrewed so here we do not know where to put it back.
malriuscito We are the model of some higher being, the draft of a perfect nature, beings with an incredible untapped potential, slow to fast to die but to live.
We are children of a time when the injury is a category with which we are born, grow and die, every man is a universe unto itself, and yet we let the injury govern us: We reserve the right to deny us the next a priori, and to deny ourselves the next, losing a universe to explore in its entirety, from which learn something that will surely be able to complete a little more.
We are a pen that can draw out lines of incredible beauty, and let the ink from staining the paper with sketches blacks as the irrationality that lies in our consciousness, we are an infinite passion put into the body over; that which we are ashamed to show their contents.
We are men, because Superman is dead even before birth, under the blows of our insecurity and to deny us of our negative.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

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Strikers (just titles, the action speaks for itself)


Today, January 24, 2008, John Belushi would completed 59 years. But maybe it's better that way. What remains in our minds with the image of an eternal trentatrenenne, with the courage to say I oppose life and his time.

Why ride the wave is easy only when you are shaped in the image of perfection, in all your parts, and when you're not perfect, but you still want to be in the lead, because you have a vital fire that burns inside you. .. ... well then you better do a lot of noise to make you feel, because the mass does not notice you if you're dirty and ugly, and that is why it is important to smash as many things as you can. You will see that not only will realize after you, but you also realize who you are, of what you are worth, what do you mean, especially being quiet.

John was much more talkative when he did not speak, his body was enough to speak for him. Perhaps this was his strength.
But it was her body to destroy the meager age of 33 years. And that was the act of opposition to the greatest of all life, and this gave him much more life to all his colleagues are still alive, reduced to acting in movies to popular cinema and dingy with a glorious past behind.
They are dead, John you're alive and as long as you want.

I May Be Gone, But rock and roll lives on.

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Experiment awareness of being alive

now, I would remind you that in 5 days used sporadically (basically nothing) I noticed messenger on my body and my person, the following changes:

  • I grew my penis
  • are thinner than 25 pounds
  • I can correctly pronounce the word mumbled
  • I have a lot of women who line up outside my house every day and I have the pleasure of saying no thanks
  • I won the lottery € 245 New Year New Year even if it is passed from one month I took
  • 9 in physical education by skipping the auction was doing while also taking an equation of the 23rd degree in mathematics
  • 9 am in general become a nicer person and loved by the next
All this goes to show that MESSENGER is EVIL, and the Adriatic Sea and the SEA.

Thank you, the scientific community.

PS: as usual, I learned a lot of unnecessary things and no one is really interested, but living in the third millennium, when everything has already been said, one thing is really difficult to reach.

Remember that while you are here to work and sweat, some have said that the world is made of water, and became famous.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

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Monday, January 21, 2008

Little Canada Snowboarding Outlet

Doctor Sam & Mister Ulo

  • This is me, thesis
Now, I'm tired.
This generation complains too much or too little, or is lost in their problems or think you do not have at all.
E 'over time is acknowledged to have some difficulties and had the strength to face them?
caxxo What we have become, larvae?
I broke the balls of people who are always complaining, or which do not give a caxxo nothing and nobody!

Where is the missing generation of rock? Where is the generation that was missing in every beat a vital impulse?
all went to fuck you, I'm not there!
I want to fight!

SUCK IT!

  • This is me, antithesis
Now, I'm tired.
I no longer want to bother getting by this chair.
I do not think it's worth it.

There's a world out there.
not to be rhetorical, but it's quite disgusting.
E 'inhabited mostly by people who do not deserve even half the rights to exercise.
Fight? To whom and for what? Too many, really.

And the worst thing is that more and more time I'm beginning to think seriously to be a part of me most.
I do not want to fight.

  • This is me, synthesis

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(currently, the blogger is unable to complete this part. He wondered how it is possible that two such different souls Vivino so so confused about him, but no emerges sharply .

currently, the blogger is trying to build a synthesis of self)

Sunday, January 20, 2008

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And now, an intervention anticultural to unplug a bit.

Zigo Zigo Zago Zago
Upon A Fish Within a lake
Zigo Zigo Zago Zù
Or that fish is gone.

Followed by a video theme, which unfortunately will be understood by a few close friends.




soon, beautiful.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

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what happens not to wake up and not go to school

Arthur Bloch is indeed the greatest of all time emo. Leopardi, Yorke and other pseudo-emo, get by.
More than all the others, he had the scientific method to calculate quantitatively and qualitatively the flow of pessimism governing our world. I am surprised its rationality in describing what was catastrophic the real, and believe me when I tell you that his Murphy's Law, with its infinite applications, can seriously bring to destroy all faith and hope in a science optimistic. Mostly because describes situations that happen every day and really all .

and yet he professes himself a humorist. This is worrying.

Murphy's Law is basically summed up in one sentence: if something can go wrong, it will . At first this pseudo law may well seem a trivial determination made by a born pessimist, but hides a lot more to say in his apparent everything and nothing.

Take a David Hume. This 18th century Scottish philosopher claimed the logical impossibility of building links between certain random events. To give you an example, he said that it is scientifically impossible to maintain that tomorrow the sun will rise, as this provision is expected to occur only in that we used to see it rise every day, but nothing can give us security we can not predict a logically certain future events.

you you're probably wondering: what does all this with the law cited above? And surely you have already given a response . In fact, to think of it the two are well connected.
Both theories are based on subjectivity and the force of habit. Depending on our attitude, our emotions and our way of putting personal connections between things, but it really logical for us to totally illogical and scientifically unprovable, we are more or less likely to believe in the existence of luck or fortune, ie the two extreme and highly personal connotations of the case.
Fortune and misfortune exist? Bloch says yes, and Hume says no, because the first describes the flow of events as a frame of situations related to each other a most disastrous of the other, the second as something not understood by the limited human mind, as between us and the real is an insurmountable barrier under the .

I argue that the truth lies somewhere in between.
Let me explain.
Fortune and misfortune are subjective connotations, as mentioned above.
But is the subjective way of seeing the world.
If one makes up her mind that something should go wrong, no matter what happens we will go, because you will always find something negative in an event, the difference lies in the degree of negativity (how many times they say: yes, it went well, but could be better, in fact, I could take 10 instead of nine and a half, bad luck to say that was wrong Keurxerliasticosdijekcoekjdosiejkdl the name of the famous 20th century German biologist ).
The speech, of course, is also valid in the opposite case ( Well, I have amputee arms and legs, cut a nipple and burnt hair, but I can still have sex, what luck! ).

Scientifically, however, is not provable, the description of a stream of negative events, and I think because we have no observation instruments capable of measuring microscopic so real, so as to enable us to understand the difference between two actions apparently similar but really give two different outcomes, though invisible eyes.
But above all, because there is subjectivity, and is unavoidable, a small and seemingly innocuous actions can lead, over time, a series of disastrous consequences, even at infinite distances of time and space.
Bloch and I think Hume would have gone very well.


ps: one of the best applications of Murphy's Law, for those not familiar, is that of the buttered cat paradox . I recommend you read because it's really beautiful.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

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fever, pessimism and a pinch of salt

I want to scream.
I'd like to go crazy.
I'd like to shake myself.
I'd like to take off my slumber this off, I do not do more ...

... this numbness that gripped me, that I was contaminated, I had standardized ...

... ARE THE VICTIM AND PROMOTER AT THE SAME TIME OF THE GREAT 21th CENTURY'S DISEASE ...

..... the 'apathy to live ......

I saw human consciousness lie in indifference, and I wonder whether it is worthwhile to rebel against being crushed by a force greater than me and suddenly be back in the ranks ....

... because apathy has become a category of our time ....

... time of apathetic ....

Monday, January 14, 2008

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But you notice a difference? No man is an island




I do not. Identical. C

see February 4 .... ... ebruary aio .... I .... o. ....

Sunday, January 13, 2008

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No man is an 'island, entire of itself
;
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the whole
.
If even a clod be washed away by sea
,
Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory, as if it were missing

a home of your friends, or
your own home.
any man's death diminishes me, because I am
part of humanity.

So never ask for whom the bell tolls:
tolls for thee.

(John Donne)

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Sometimes I slam doors without even realizing it, I leave them locked behind my back arched and go into unexplored rooms and full of sorrow hidden in the shadows.
Yes, I would like to evoke the terrible significance of finding a balance, which is only possible when you have more, or if you have not ever had. It hurts, dammit. How to tear a strip of skin and let the wound bleed, in a desperate search for a gauze to stop the bleeding.
I am reminded of a picture of me when I was still too young to know what it meant to live, which zompetto around the bedroom of my brother, touching everything I get. Sensing for the first time the smell of a wood cabinet, the brightness of a ray of sunlight that penetrates the blinds cutting the dusty air, the pain of hitting the head with a corner of the bed. Falling, tripping on my stubby legs childish, always helped by someone to get up. Here, the image of me happily explore a room. As I was happy to be able to name all my things. Looking back now, I should enjoy that privilege, because at that age I was to shape the world, and I was to decide, immersed in my ignorance.
But more than anything, I should enjoy the light that filled the room. The light gave shape to my obstacles. I could understand where to go, where to go, what to touch and what to avoid. And if I fell or was going to beat too, getting up was not a problem, because it was easy to learn how to give shape to quell'ostacolo.

E 'was the awareness of the meaning of life to darken my rooms to explore.


God how I miss the bright room.

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The silence is too loud today, in the dome of my existence.








Saturday, January 12, 2008

Milena Velba - Kitchen Floor

5:55 am

















is late, it's early, who cares? concepts are entirely relative. is time, it is always time, the only thing that is absolute, there is time, flows, inexorably, towards one direction.
and are now squeezed between the folds of my room, very heavy and horribly wide. I eat the white. The white I disintegrate. The white complements me. white. white. is all around me.
And now I'm lost in thoughts do not exist yet real, and my conscience has appetite to feed: Presented to his banquet, the world, and saziala as only you can, and means that these thoughts do not give me more trouble.
My weight is able to express my substance too, and now I know what or who it is singing. Maybe it's just the ravings of a man tired? Or the anguish of a man tired? How many meanings can the term be tired? I do not know, perhaps many, surely a couple. And now I am going to leave this place, because now dawning, and it is time to sleep.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Kates Playground Auf Iphon

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone

Silence the dog with a juicy bone. Close

the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin
.
let the mourners come.

airplanes circle, moaning up there
Scribbling on the sky the message

He is dead.


crepe bows round the white necks of the pigeons.
the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves put
.

He was my North, my South, my East and West
,

my working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight,
my talk, my song .

I thought that love would last forever
I was wrong.

no longer need the stars, put out every
,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the forest

because now nothing can be beneficial.