Sunday, February 26, 2006

Real Colour Of Hiv Rashes

Apology


think makes us human?
hallucinations flights
embossed letters
here and there, by and by, with hearts
locomotives
shrouded in darkness, sometimes
:
swarms of neurons
neutrons that bombard BAR BAR JACKPOT


over-excited atoms in electronics was ;
teletext deaf, blind
radio, to reach the minds
:
not feelings. The


joining the points already drawn invisibly, but certainly
,
idea if it is not history;
virus if one be living

first cell in the universe.

The desert planet of forests from the past: if a plant

what remains,
viral life worth?

The capitalist is undoubtedly
efficient and productive, but
is one of us,
carcinogens.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Triathlon Achilles Tendon







In the house of the West as a social ...
's all product industrially on a large scale: how can' forward to the good will of a craftsman, if filtered by machines and turned into a production that engages and detaches the object, though upset by the person who created that object robot until it ends?
Of course everything comes from matter, in fact, everything is on .... but do not stop
firmly believe that the wine made from a pair of hands rather than a couple of other
is necessarily different, it will be the set of
unique circumstances and is also the ingredient made by the intention to make a difference to human.
This extreme and comprehensive mediation does nothing but remind me again how the cauldron is a encyclopedic wisdom of undoubted effectiveness ...
The quantity is over quality, and go back to 'humanity that permeates a product is more and more' hard way 'how hard it can reach the consumer.
Things tailored luxury of a few have become known and we can reflect on how the measure is now more 'money that the benefit to the person.

words start like arrows from a bow, tearing the flesh, pierce organs;
becomes a giant wave and wave when I see it overwhelms me as I think: wave


We can not 'reinvent the slopes of the Nepalese people, with a white face and beer in hand with the German name (produced in Italy), even identify with a Zulu is possible, but puo'provare to speak with a Nepalese, including gestures, you can 'observe the movement of his hands even on TV.

Here the question of the writer is: sell?

And here is perpetrated the murder of the writer.

wave withdraws from the limitation of language: the horizon that these eyes see.

You tell me that the company sucks, you spirit causes retching at the thought of having to be part, but this is nothing more than an attitude, the result of indigestion daily horror and shame, one of the many reactions that you may have.

I turn on the television and discover that a war broke out, two blocks from me that they shot a woman, a child is missing, which is linked to information and the fact that often has a dependent relationship with it.

is not caring for Everything But I get angry thinking that a herd in the enclosure and take chew flags whipping deluded can distract the World Trade Organization ... The next day all together at the concert, theater, rave,
the festival, in the disc, to the pub: herd herdsmen, requiring regular exchangeable form.
Globalization is still made of people, and the interaction between them is inevitably global interaction is the point.

The welfare of a society is the sum of the welfare of individuals who compose it, beautiful equation true? Then we add up the populations of the so-called third world and attempt an equivalence with those of the first world ... global society lives a state of well-being? Now we go down
in the small, playing a little 'with psychology, we try to imagine the truthful answer to the question you're happy in every way? mail to all members of a city, a neighborhood (even well-off) of a household.
It 's a test that can' do anyone, just ask yourself first and people who have around.

Then erase the debt, all right, stop the war, okay, we study Marx and apply it to the end mixed with Gandhi, I agree, svestiamoci spargiamoli of our goods across borders and, yes, but we will be happy in every way?

I leave the cynicism in the fridge.

I fear it's too late for DEGLOBALIZZATE and ensuring self-sufficiency for everyone.

I have faith that it will never be late to realize that to do well in the world comes from doing good to themselves and others in their small ....

Let's stop using the power as a weapon.

The sun will continue to warm for a while ', the universe muove.chiudo eyes and see the stars in the dark.

Breath, gasp, procreation, the smell of hot blood, in the rain forest.

sounds of car horns, wheels of carts, nitrites, acrid smell of smog, noise of waves on sand.

Wailing death, explosions, screams, silence, air on top of a mountain, ripples on the lake, the smell of gunpowder.

shock that the refrigerator s'aziona, land under my bare feet, a knitted wool on the skin, a blade cuts the flesh, howling, the moon among the clouds. And so

living.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Voyeure On The Beach Cabin

Onda Viva Zapatero


From my city has passed Marco, a journalist
Travaglio el 'the author of several novels, sorry, chronicles the incredible adventures of our judicial head of government:
Cav. Cannot. Op Berlusconi Silvian!
Mr. T has been invited by the excellent local association
Apertamenteimperia already spent in organizing a conference on the case Raiot and promotes initiatives of the civil rights of every human being without distinction;
the event was built around the projection of
"Viva Zapatero "Mooriana fatigue
Sabina Guzzanti
and witty denunciation of the absolute lack of freedom of speech
home company in Italy and Italy.
I was not there ... 21 February at 20.15 gorged spaghetti and television the winter olympics,
cool right? 'task?
VZ I saw months ago, when someone had the brilliant idea to publish it on the only truly free media (but controlled) that responds to new restrictions with new ways of escape: the network computer ... so ... I already knew, thanks largely another event
Apertamenteimperia , a conference for the presentation of books Sabina and Marco occurred immediately after the banning of Raiot (satire program "uncomfortable" the Guzzanti denied by the state television immediately after the first episode).
The presentation of "Bananas" and "Diary of Sabna Guzzi" took place in Imperia, January 16, 2003 at the university:
"virgin in a lecture hall there is a varied crowd, someone with the brain in the center, someone with left heart, someone with the guts and pleasantly anarchic no brain no heart or liver ... The beautiful
Sabina ingrogia that when my eyes and stretches out the goblin Travaglio pulling lashes to Silvian (so true that it may force Italy to the stage shouting innocently) talk about Raiot iron is still hot and a sense, the embryo is living Viva Zapatero ... "E 'was great, educational, I felt part of something ... but ... The perception that I had out was the usual spectacle experience, especially viewed in the eyes of those who live a life overcalcolata, at least in those who sat on the floor in the front row and more 'in those who always hot ass ...
Eyes asked: Sabina, as on TV? E Santoro?
I asked myself: Sabina, as in pizza? And recording studio? But then egoslego and anarcoindividualista

... In conclusion ... look at Viva Zapatero,
worth the pen, and then Sabi is so fascinating and Mark is a nice guy!
Where is it?
How?
But we are not on the Internet?

Monday, February 20, 2006

Philippine Mens Use Ladies Pantees

solitary reflection at table in a 'tavern. Fathers


The arguments seem poor,
shortage of depth, floating
on the water pit
s'accorpa the crowd around the usual
no time to wake up, even
to remain quiet;
we look in the eyes
talking without saying anything.

What's to say at the end of this avenue

usual and always the same:

accompanied by words to the usual, reliable,
indifference.
Hiding,
seems the best way, in the approval
forgetful, happy in the happiness of
appearance;

but something
remains unsolved,
knocks and insists, in the paradox of loneliness

noisy crowd, something
s'
imposes on attention
disturbed by the court, faces up
moved by derision,
unusual noise
calm nervous:

... ... it is the desire to escape from the shell
from meat and concepts,
loved, distorted.


Violent reaction is to feel nothing, to destroy

willingness to meet,

devastating is the reaction to fake a color change
virtual
dell'ignavia
misery or glory?
to be purely evil,
to be infinitely good.

The soul the soul mood,
what everyone's perception of each
,
the beginning and end of each
malaise,
is able to fly more 'high? In this moment everything
already seen
already written, lived,
wonder where it went?

(Buried with facilities
disposable and friends
term)

E 'ethical fashion summoned
The sensible morality prevailing
raising mass
hate wars and spectacular, but it is
semireligione
brutally funny
and families,
Prohibition supermarket,
is common sense, where
is not over 'red blood, there is no strong smell

meat,
is no longer the meal that we call soul

animal
This alteration
alien
defines civilization.


How much is obvious that this progress is not the only possible


procreation and prepare for a dignified death ... how stupid these thoughts

young Western
how docile minds

raped by stereotypes of normality
see, now that the teachers

have more disciples.
many fires extinguished before

to introduce ourselves warm. All the patriots here


the village
clothes and talking like crickets in
lawn in summer.

You can hide in the center of a market, if you want
,

and have no home or country,
no vest and no word,

no vest and no words, it

home country or be able, if you want
,
to hide in the middle of a market.

Animal Genitalia Galeri

Millennium


preached to JKRowling


have sold Et voila!
World artificially colored
deficit in the mind has
acquired and as usual, believed him.
It's everything you've always known:
the best way to stay silent, hiding behind a ban
;
seems too hard to accept,
but I've already accepted.
Everything 'that's around you or TG4
tg3
life live or billionaire, is a stage crying

Ale hailed as the leader who Fre. If I had my break

televisions as Goldie
would burn the money in the streets,
but it is not me that all depends
'misery is that I take offense;
mine is without a tribe indigenous forest, always in a generation
siesta ever party

a fracture between those who make things and who makes
mail,
hope is an illusion of rebellion.
emotions like no earthquake shock,
between those who make their bones and who raises the stakes by
waiting for a slot bar bar bar
Or a contract to star ...

this is my age in a society intoxicated by advertising.
This is my state of sobriety,
as driven by motivation,

against any limitation is to try to avoid your imitation of those who equalizes

happiness with the cash and ambition,
while the iron is in the street clack
(here is not America)
qua non there is a crack between
...
talk face to face: What is
get to my free basic
s'ammazzano to tic tac million
looking for changes like Tupac.
Here we are,
of the seventy sons and fathers of the millennium with the nerves into a tailspin.