Good night, spring! The party of men
What 's that? There 's the new spring! He did not Waiting, because ... because, as I have said, "You're too sophisticated for a non-existent relations !"... But as happy as they can be lonely ... Let me count .... 5 years! Since nothing really! He did not want to write this, but here are free! Only here!
And one more joyful for me - Alessanro has removed a song dedicated to Lisa)) Long live life! The first news of new Spring and 'Good. Smallness, but I'm glad!
bye, winter! I'll meet you ', I swear!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Breastfeeding Blankets
annoying inconsistencies of the dead
The feeling had nothing to do with the unrest, but even with the resignation.
In reality ', now that I had, I felt stupid.
not for the decision, mind you, but for the fact of not having calculated what to do in that last half hour.
With the fear that she collapsed before finishing, I had already 'written all my letters touching farewell in the hours before and now I was sitting on the bed of the hotel room to look around.
I had imagined a rapid course of the overdose and death, but on reflection, it was quite logical that it would take a while '. I took a sip of atro
milk, be certain to reduce unpleasant side-aches.
inevitability, 'really' expect that.
The pills I swallowed I could always spit in the mouth with two fingers, I could choose again.
But I wanted the inevitability ', the condition where there' s just nothing to decide, where even if you want to live, you can not 'more'.
course, of course, then there was the risk that, if it was right good at the moment of choice, then I would be likely to compromise the serenity 'of my moment of "no choice".
If you regret not doing something when you could, you can not really appreciate the feeling of accomplishment when you can not then 'do nothing; and so 'the inevitable became just a bad time to feel powerless.
I just wanted to not have more 'chance' of making a mistake, or esculdere something for something else, no uncertainties, no disappointment.
I always hated the frustration arising from the options.
I thought back to my loved ones, but they 'unwrapped, I had thought for so long that I had the argument with nausea and vomiting was not-me-capita essential.
I wrote them everything I thought important, including a comforting sort of logic as to why 'of the extreme gesture, I did not want to feel responsible, I wanted them to understand.
Although, honestly, suicide and 'an act that has really insipegabile little, as it may seem unnatural, and 'a rather obvious answer to the sense of unhappiness'.
almost reasonable.
too.
It 'obvious that people find difficult to accept the rationale behind it.
was the light of these considerations that the idea came to me bizarre.
Suicide and 'really obvious.
I got out of bed and picked up the bags I had left on the table, carefully divided between friends and relatives.
took off one of the strings of my tennis and I tied the letters to mo 'package.
I sat down.
I had to think and act with some promptness'.
rimastami picked up the paper and began to write, ten minutes after I had done. I began
to feel nap, 'cause I walked quickly to the door, I took the elevator and found myself in the lobby.
The gift shop also sold stamps, fortunately, but I could not serve the mailbox of the hotel, someone would see me and would end immediately impounded.
I remembered having seen another one block away, in front of a petrol station, about two minutes to go and two to go. I looked at my watch and I hoped to do it.
The sun was scorching and I was sweating: salts expelled the last of my life. Finding that almost moved me.
How 'logically deduce, for me life had lost its attractions, but in the end I was attached to Piccollo daily bodily reactions. There were so many years living with my pores, which had always served me well, the skin in general, had been a successful instrument senses, I was sorry to leave.
I was also a melancholy smile at the thought that I would not 'shit, the good feeling to go to the bathroom when you beat it, the relief of post defecation ... I tried to remember the last session to the bathroom, I would have to suffice.
I gave a 'last look at the addresses before you mail, to be sure I wrote everything right and then I turn around.
legs were soft, I felt heavy, as if the only drag one leg forward to another requires a superhuman effort, an effect Samson just out of the barber.
I pushed the glass door, And caught the last spark of nonchalance rimastami to escape the gaze of the concierge, the pace of French words in my vocabulary was clear to me indicative of the end. I entered the elevator
immersed in the most 'total indifference on the part of the world, that moment I remembered my crying at the airport, years before, when someone with a message I had notified the death of my grandmother. I was there 'sitting at drenched in tears and nasal mucus, all alone in the crowd of passengers, sobbing loudly without handkerchiefs at the entrance gate, waiting to go home and knowing that it was too late. Even then, none of my neighbors had turned me though 'any attention. A property
'inherent in human beings and' deliberately to ignore the tragedy, or at least, to ignore the one they could do something.
Road accidents are in fact always a source of interest, even when one should keep his hands on the wheel and look into their path.
Why 'if the act' and not done there 's just not someone to be comforted, personal involvement and' minimum, and maybe even escape a gruesome sight, and that 's always a good diversion for a dull day.
Again the question of choices, even those who do not get to kill himself likes to be put before the inevitable, because it 's not difficult, and' deresponsabilizzante. Ping
that signaled the arrival floor I sound 'muffled, barely stumbling between the doors hoping to have taken the right direction for my room, at one point I fell and I do not remember what I was there' to fix the floor of cloth, but I know 'that at some point I said to myself "now or never again' and I did the last steps to the magnetic lock.
It 's not necessary to be subject to lethal poisoning have a problem to slide the key card to speed' right, it was perhaps for this reason that my obsessive quarrel with the handle did not surprise the servant that came from next door, which with good-natured smile and ingnorante of my doom, drew back my hand to show off his mastered the use of highly versatile, so thickening 'the ranks of my Frenchified pre-mortem and rises to the title of last person to view me alive. For
rignraziarla the fake smiles full of vitality ', she actually declining any responsibility' for not suspect my self-destructive patterns.
Alone, I looked at the bed, which I think is 'the most' attractive lover of the earth, I just lose myself in her soft arms and finish the race, but I still had something to do.
I opened the sliding door leaning against the railing of the balcony and looked down, with the blurred vision I looked for a solution appropriate for this' I wanted to hide, I found her.
So I took the empty bottle from the como 'and the glass of milk, approached his ear to the door and opened the hearing noises.
The cleaning lady was back at work in another room nearby and had expected to leave his cart in the hallway as fast 'and can' have a dying man, I threw everything in the garbage bag hanging next to the dirty towels, of course without me to see.
she returned, I closed the door quietly behind him.
I breathed deeply and I relaxed, I was killed in a creative way both me and the time that separated me dall'ineluttabilita '.
This realization made me happy. Two minutes later
I was dead.
The feeling had nothing to do with the unrest, but even with the resignation.
In reality ', now that I had, I felt stupid.
not for the decision, mind you, but for the fact of not having calculated what to do in that last half hour.
With the fear that she collapsed before finishing, I had already 'written all my letters touching farewell in the hours before and now I was sitting on the bed of the hotel room to look around.
I had imagined a rapid course of the overdose and death, but on reflection, it was quite logical that it would take a while '. I took a sip of atro
milk, be certain to reduce unpleasant side-aches.
inevitability, 'really' expect that.
The pills I swallowed I could always spit in the mouth with two fingers, I could choose again.
But I wanted the inevitability ', the condition where there' s just nothing to decide, where even if you want to live, you can not 'more'.
course, of course, then there was the risk that, if it was right good at the moment of choice, then I would be likely to compromise the serenity 'of my moment of "no choice".
If you regret not doing something when you could, you can not really appreciate the feeling of accomplishment when you can not then 'do nothing; and so 'the inevitable became just a bad time to feel powerless.
I just wanted to not have more 'chance' of making a mistake, or esculdere something for something else, no uncertainties, no disappointment.
I always hated the frustration arising from the options.
I thought back to my loved ones, but they 'unwrapped, I had thought for so long that I had the argument with nausea and vomiting was not-me-capita essential.
I wrote them everything I thought important, including a comforting sort of logic as to why 'of the extreme gesture, I did not want to feel responsible, I wanted them to understand.
Although, honestly, suicide and 'an act that has really insipegabile little, as it may seem unnatural, and 'a rather obvious answer to the sense of unhappiness'.
almost reasonable.
too.
It 'obvious that people find difficult to accept the rationale behind it.
was the light of these considerations that the idea came to me bizarre.
Suicide and 'really obvious.
I got out of bed and picked up the bags I had left on the table, carefully divided between friends and relatives.
took off one of the strings of my tennis and I tied the letters to mo 'package.
I sat down.
I had to think and act with some promptness'.
rimastami picked up the paper and began to write, ten minutes after I had done. I began
to feel nap, 'cause I walked quickly to the door, I took the elevator and found myself in the lobby.
The gift shop also sold stamps, fortunately, but I could not serve the mailbox of the hotel, someone would see me and would end immediately impounded.
I remembered having seen another one block away, in front of a petrol station, about two minutes to go and two to go. I looked at my watch and I hoped to do it.
The sun was scorching and I was sweating: salts expelled the last of my life. Finding that almost moved me.
How 'logically deduce, for me life had lost its attractions, but in the end I was attached to Piccollo daily bodily reactions. There were so many years living with my pores, which had always served me well, the skin in general, had been a successful instrument senses, I was sorry to leave.
I was also a melancholy smile at the thought that I would not 'shit, the good feeling to go to the bathroom when you beat it, the relief of post defecation ... I tried to remember the last session to the bathroom, I would have to suffice.
I gave a 'last look at the addresses before you mail, to be sure I wrote everything right and then I turn around.
legs were soft, I felt heavy, as if the only drag one leg forward to another requires a superhuman effort, an effect Samson just out of the barber.
I pushed the glass door, And caught the last spark of nonchalance rimastami to escape the gaze of the concierge, the pace of French words in my vocabulary was clear to me indicative of the end. I entered the elevator
immersed in the most 'total indifference on the part of the world, that moment I remembered my crying at the airport, years before, when someone with a message I had notified the death of my grandmother. I was there 'sitting at drenched in tears and nasal mucus, all alone in the crowd of passengers, sobbing loudly without handkerchiefs at the entrance gate, waiting to go home and knowing that it was too late. Even then, none of my neighbors had turned me though 'any attention. A property
'inherent in human beings and' deliberately to ignore the tragedy, or at least, to ignore the one they could do something.
Road accidents are in fact always a source of interest, even when one should keep his hands on the wheel and look into their path.
Why 'if the act' and not done there 's just not someone to be comforted, personal involvement and' minimum, and maybe even escape a gruesome sight, and that 's always a good diversion for a dull day.
Again the question of choices, even those who do not get to kill himself likes to be put before the inevitable, because it 's not difficult, and' deresponsabilizzante. Ping
that signaled the arrival floor I sound 'muffled, barely stumbling between the doors hoping to have taken the right direction for my room, at one point I fell and I do not remember what I was there' to fix the floor of cloth, but I know 'that at some point I said to myself "now or never again' and I did the last steps to the magnetic lock.
It 's not necessary to be subject to lethal poisoning have a problem to slide the key card to speed' right, it was perhaps for this reason that my obsessive quarrel with the handle did not surprise the servant that came from next door, which with good-natured smile and ingnorante of my doom, drew back my hand to show off his mastered the use of highly versatile, so thickening 'the ranks of my Frenchified pre-mortem and rises to the title of last person to view me alive. For
rignraziarla the fake smiles full of vitality ', she actually declining any responsibility' for not suspect my self-destructive patterns.
Alone, I looked at the bed, which I think is 'the most' attractive lover of the earth, I just lose myself in her soft arms and finish the race, but I still had something to do.
I opened the sliding door leaning against the railing of the balcony and looked down, with the blurred vision I looked for a solution appropriate for this' I wanted to hide, I found her.
So I took the empty bottle from the como 'and the glass of milk, approached his ear to the door and opened the hearing noises.
The cleaning lady was back at work in another room nearby and had expected to leave his cart in the hallway as fast 'and can' have a dying man, I threw everything in the garbage bag hanging next to the dirty towels, of course without me to see.
she returned, I closed the door quietly behind him.
I breathed deeply and I relaxed, I was killed in a creative way both me and the time that separated me dall'ineluttabilita '.
This realization made me happy. Two minutes later
I was dead.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Cheat Engine Cubefield
If you can
If you can keep your head when all about
you Are losing theirs
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
taking
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting
or if you do not deal in lies
slandered or hated by not hating
yet not look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors
just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to
make a trap for fools, Or watch with
serenity the things and emotions
destroyed and rebuilt with your worn out tools;
If you can get all your winnings And risk it on
one shot
heads or tails and lose, and start again
never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart, your nerves, your wrists
to carry you after a long time since you hear them and so hold more
when there is nothing in you Except the Will
who tells them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings
without losing the common touch, If they can not
hurt neither foes nor loving friends;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
giving value to every moment that passes,
Yours is the Earth and everything that there is in it
and - most importantly - you'll be a Man my son!
If you can keep your head when all about
you Are losing theirs
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
taking
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting
or if you do not deal in lies
slandered or hated by not hating
yet not look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors
just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to
make a trap for fools, Or watch with
serenity the things and emotions
destroyed and rebuilt with your worn out tools;
If you can get all your winnings And risk it on
one shot
heads or tails and lose, and start again
never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart, your nerves, your wrists
to carry you after a long time since you hear them and so hold more
when there is nothing in you Except the Will
who tells them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings
without losing the common touch, If they can not
hurt neither foes nor loving friends;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
giving value to every moment that passes,
Yours is the Earth and everything that there is in it
and - most importantly - you'll be a Man my son!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Nylon Grandmother Nylon Son
Before anyone takes a decision on the subject ... On Happiness That two
... I wanted to say that I've always heard that Luke was one of those them 'and also Silvia Salemi who always went to his house, with that short cut to GI Jane, all friends of Almodovar.
eh I'm not racist, but if someone needs a hand with blocks of wood and ropes.
I mean, violence and 'a bad thing, but people who are challenging the Povia me, I want to see if you still want the true behind the art with a little' flame under the butt, maybe you like too.
No 'cause every now and hide under the skirts of Benigni in his underwear by Oscar Wilde, that' e 'Sanremo pussy, a little' of decency.
Freedom 'for all but even if certain freedom' to keep you at home ...
Then arcigaio smessaggia that the dead fag in the room, but once it was forbidden to say certain things on TV, we missed only saying that he was a priest and then hot.
I close here 'I was just thinking about the disgusting things they say are "People who love people," looks crap that people do not shoot from the mouth, for the use of the back, and just for that.
... I wanted to say that I've always heard that Luke was one of those them 'and also Silvia Salemi who always went to his house, with that short cut to GI Jane, all friends of Almodovar.
eh I'm not racist, but if someone needs a hand with blocks of wood and ropes.
I mean, violence and 'a bad thing, but people who are challenging the Povia me, I want to see if you still want the true behind the art with a little' flame under the butt, maybe you like too.
No 'cause every now and hide under the skirts of Benigni in his underwear by Oscar Wilde, that' e 'Sanremo pussy, a little' of decency.
Freedom 'for all but even if certain freedom' to keep you at home ...
Then arcigaio smessaggia that the dead fag in the room, but once it was forbidden to say certain things on TV, we missed only saying that he was a priest and then hot.
I close here 'I was just thinking about the disgusting things they say are "People who love people," looks crap that people do not shoot from the mouth, for the use of the back, and just for that.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Pokemon Shiny Gold Gpsphone
happiness!
I'm watching "The train for two." It 'just that, all I wanted last week. Are arcistufa House, because it 's like a drug! Then, we see an old, good Russian film)
I'm watching "The train for two." It 'just that, all I wanted last week. Are arcistufa House, because it 's like a drug! Then, we see an old, good Russian film)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Organisations That Help People
Happiness'.
It 's not a goal, but even a state.
's a choice.
E 'the phenomenon in which a human being, once taken awareness of its nature, favors.
not identified with the achievement of results or the achievement of objectives.
The nature of man and 'a: to express life in a unique way that the variable' of the human genetic system to allocate to each individual.
instinct compels us to survive and reproduce, but it 's our own material form to designate our goal. To be representatives of our expressive potential.
I live, so live for this' I am.
Life 'the continuous flow of energy to another, the material consumption until death.
There are several ways to react to this reality ', which can be attributed to two main lines of action.
The first sees the prevalence of fear, the overlapping of the standard of happiness 'the company' to those who are the real needs of everyone.
The achievement of community goals borrowed from 'give us the illusion of self, the fulfillment of the purpose for which we are in life.
religion, idealism and romance are Expression of such a mechanism. This
perscorso and 'a passive approach to existence, not' the result of internal investigation, not 'a reflection of us, but our survival instinct that leads us to the approval.
Death and 'the unknown is frightening, and our pre-established targets and hold on to' as a scuff, a strong opposition to our fate of disintegration. The
second line of action and 'essentially the opposite. If our
, in fact, 'a system that relates to the chaos, to disintegration, this line supports him, instead of' combat it.
Reaching out to our end riding the wave, expressing what we are.
It 's not a question I' heart, it 'brain and' feel rather localized in the cardia.
Li 'on his stomach, where anything can' shrink and burn, or dilate and carry food to its combustion, into energy in motion, in deterioration.
We are created to die, in the satisfaction of being without limits, without stupid restrictions.
It 's not an easy choice, but it' s a choice.
Happiness'.
this simple concept is often misunderstood: to think of life without limits, transgression, excess, to be happy as if it were necessary to kill crocodiles with his bare hands or sniffing the subject of Kate Moss.
This is not 'one example of the many stereotypes outside, so' as the promises of illumination of asceticism, the belief that they are victims of the world, or be the executioners, or be spectators. The matrix
spoon bends when you bend us, in the sense that what 'really matters and' able to say "I exist and I do not feel frustrated about it," beyond 'our dreams come true or not. Not
we have to do a damn, but we can do a lot of things.
Until 'the priority' will be the final goal and not the path, our discussion of life can not 'be that unhappy.
existence is not 'something that only happens in the moment we get something, and' to enjoy a constant, and 'to be filled with a dance move, and nobody can' tell us what will be. The added value that makes your stomach expand and makes us say "Oh yes! 'And' the fact of not backing down, be afraid, but surpass it when it prevents us from expressing ourselves to our full potential.
Only we know what 's that potential, not only psychological but also physical.
Ugliness physics, in fact, 'a concept and the aesthetics of things and' symptomatic of something wrong.
aesthetic tastes are personal because 'everyone tries out the characteristics that would expand if' the same, then the beauty, and so 'ugliness, can only be linked to quality' with which we express our features and not carattristiche to itself '.
rating external influence and penetrate the inner speech when we use our relationship with others to understand ourselves.
Since our happiness' choice of expression to the outside, it is logical to assume that those who are outside can give us the size and quality 'of what' we express.
Our physical appearance, however, is interpreted according to the canonical interpretations of society 'and leads us to act in consequence of what we think is the right attitude for our standard of beauty, and it' often misleading, but the neglect external and 'also a sign of limitation of expression, since' the first impact we have on the world 'that vision, and it' part of our nature.
The error we commit and 'think that the pain we feel because of the contempt of others is crucial to our happiness'.
This is because 'the yardstick that the human being learns from an early age is based on the opposition suffering / happiness', as if the two were excluded each other. Although the programs we
instinct to flee from pain, the choice to indulge her own nature, and happiness', transcends this survival instinct, or of play.
Having sex or not it does not make us unhappy, and 'punish or abuse of the sex that does. Similarly
pain or pleasure does not affect happiness', if the fact of suffering or to enjoy are the direct consequences of free expression of ourselves.
why the court outside, positive or negative, can not 'be crucial to happiness', when we realize that what is judged, in fact, and' already 'the expression' high of ourselves . The
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
What Does Prodrome Feel Like
Queen cardboard
Hello, Lj) I'm sick and during this time I mean, how nice to have the life of their own and do not be too envious of the other. I "friend" - read my first diary so I can not write about her, but the second I)) has a great flaw - he loves to condemn others. He believes that it has the perfect life - the crazy parents, the ugly boyfriend, lack of mind and overweight. What a beauty! But in reality you need to give the plate, where and 'wrote: "Look at the failed, I am the Queen! Only the one that you can admire." I do not want to talk about her more '. E 'crazy.
Hello, Lj) I'm sick and during this time I mean, how nice to have the life of their own and do not be too envious of the other. I "friend" - read my first diary so I can not write about her, but the second I)) has a great flaw - he loves to condemn others. He believes that it has the perfect life - the crazy parents, the ugly boyfriend, lack of mind and overweight. What a beauty! But in reality you need to give the plate, where and 'wrote: "Look at the failed, I am the Queen! Only the one that you can admire." I do not want to talk about her more '. E 'crazy.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Pokemon Sharpie Cheats
Marrow
petition for marrow donors should follow the karaoke nights. After two hours of midi
Patton and vocal cues indecent dance hall fire in decibels, the prospect of being impaled the sacrum with a needle as big as Sputnik, it is more 'affordable that ... almost attractive.
petition for marrow donors should follow the karaoke nights. After two hours of midi
Patton and vocal cues indecent dance hall fire in decibels, the prospect of being impaled the sacrum with a needle as big as Sputnik, it is more 'affordable that ... almost attractive.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Adjust Carburetor On Mcculloch Strimmer
my best friend
E ' was the weekend in paradise! In clear and beautiful paradise! 2 girls-friends, hot wine, lots of snow and a dog, we called the bow. It 's a miracle! So good and so tender with big eyes and pink tongue. The country life was slow and quiet, no problems, no noise. And what I have here? Nothing. I am very much surprised, when Vika told me that I am just that. Unfortunately, that one day necessary 'to be only friend for her, because she needs me when it hurts or when split with her boyfriend. But this time the separation and 'the last. I'll try 'another scemmino and will remain' alone again. 'S life ...
E ' was the weekend in paradise! In clear and beautiful paradise! 2 girls-friends, hot wine, lots of snow and a dog, we called the bow. It 's a miracle! So good and so tender with big eyes and pink tongue. The country life was slow and quiet, no problems, no noise. And what I have here? Nothing. I am very much surprised, when Vika told me that I am just that. Unfortunately, that one day necessary 'to be only friend for her, because she needs me when it hurts or when split with her boyfriend. But this time the separation and 'the last. I'll try 'another scemmino and will remain' alone again. 'S life ...
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