Saturday, December 25, 2010

Cake Ideas For My Mom

straccaganasse


rain over this two-bit

over the weaknesses of ordinary people as well as my spirit

out of time than the moods

beyond the clouds over the conceivable

a melody that soothes
whose notes
calm apparent
wrap
voluptuous ecstasy of chaos

Sunday, December 19, 2010

What Kinds Of Bottles Can I Recap?

Zeitgeistige


born
then
fraternizing between hyperbole

suns and moons to escape from a galaxy falling

beyond matter
produce ecstasy
itself out only

back of his mind and
the back door of a feeling

the unconscious beyond all perception
the incongruous sound of

who understands that he just learned he will not know what

never

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Cute Best Friend Picnik

tin

solid delicacy
your
with an eye to demolish

illusions built into the air
space of a winter with its passions

rough and angry sea

near the bottom of the time did not want to stop


to go back when everything was silent
it were not for my voice


dissolved as wind on the granite

Monday, December 13, 2010

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Nails Atlantic


If there was something that the captain could not stand were the hubs Marrison with flip-flops and non-commissioned officers who bite their nails. But unfortunately for Captain Marrison on that ship were enrolled Carpenson brothers: John and Matthew Carpenson respectively hub with a passion for flip-flops and non-commissioned officer of the navy, known in the chronicles of his village for a surgical reconstruction of nails.

To appease the anger caused by these two morons, Captain Marrison drowning his seasickness in alcohol. That's right, Captain Marrison with behind quattromilatrentadue crossings, five hundred forty-five naval combat, fifteen medals for military valor, and three gold stars of the Crown, he suffered from seasickness. A secret that was revealed in his life only to a person, during the First World War, while pulling the trigger on the temples was the general Shwairstel, an army officer of the Kaiser.

Marrison While the captain was on deck, sipping his Scotch whiskey aged 30 years the brothers upstairs Carpenson arguing heatedly on the English Football League. Matt believed that Manchester United was much faster in the attack and prepared to Liverpool which is lacking the necessary imagination. John believed that Liverpool instead retained a healthy proletarian spirit which gave the Spartan force capable of breaking any team, " They have balls of steel those of Liverpool. "

Captain Marrison futile tolerate such talk in his ship, he said that the spirit of a sailor in the sea breeze is like a man when it falls off a cliff. To relax the strings of a troop is necessary to calm down with the trivialities of everyday life they know. But he, the captain Marrison, exhausted the taut strings of his soul through a hobby that he brought with him for years, namely from his first journey by ship, it was 1890, he was 16 and found better things to do to prevent fears that cutting the nails of the feet and hands. But when you finish the practice, though conducted calmly and slowly, had to surrender to find another job that made him calm, so that was started to build a ship of nails. Now 35 years after he had arrived near the end of the work he had completed the entire body of the vessel, the trees, below deck, the bowsprit, even benches and chairs were decorated in every detail, was still missing the latest sail and mainsail . He was proud of his great captain Marrison Nail work that kept all his adventures, his loves, his defeats, his wounds, betrayals, battles and victories of the navy 35 years. A novel full of nails. A life in that sailboat.

morning the sun was shining High on the boat at the mercy of the Atlantic as commander Marrison went out every morning to breathe the invigorating air of iodine. While walking on hold while he noticed the sergeant Matthew Carpenson tore the middle finger of his right hand a thin flap of nail. At the sight of Captain Marrison, unroll the tongue, brought lightning right hand to the hat, slammed on his heels and with a grimace of the mouth spat out the tab. " Hello Captain! . The eyes of the captain Marrison is inflammation of blood, the eyebrows are lengthened up to tap the hat, and shouted from the depths of his stomach to NCO Carpenson " Damn! How many times must I repeat I do not tolerate that on this ship is disrespect to the nails! She and all those like her flesh torn from these poor creatures when they are still in its infancy, weak, defenseless, harmless, for what? To spit on the floor, almost like a waste of life, a looming presence to be ashamed and get rid of. But you know what? What are your nails to be ashamed of yourself! She does not even have the slightest idea what heritage they represent the nails, she is not worthy to bring her nails, another ripping "and so saying he approached her face still and dripping with sweat, trembling, drew from his pocket his left hand from which he drew his little finger, the root a deep and sharp nails, a knife protruding from his hand that also kept for 35 years, since that fateful day when he decided to save that one finger to the tragic beheading to honor all the nails and give them the right to dignity and the right respect. Stroking his face frightened the captain whispered Marrison " quest'unghia knew in that instant the blood and the last breath of Mustafa Baku Hanim, an officer of the Ottoman Third Army, and when they sank into his flesh, the captain confessed Hanim it was an honor to die of that noble weapon, after hearing his story. NCO Carpenson Well you will not be worth doing a fine Similarly, because your blood can not get the honor of knowing quest'unghia nor to share this honor with that of the brave captain Hanim. " So saying, she pulled her nails with a hair survived for shaving. " Be careful! .

Marrison The captain took two steps no more safe, drops to the floor and picked up the strip of nails sacrificed, then went back below deck and with the utmost seriousness positioned in the ship, to make a flag on top of the mast . "Your early fall was not in vain, you mean the redemption for all those who are your own end early. Show everyone that you can be on the cusp of a vessel as well as a small nail with your pride and waved to the sailors will show the wind direction, the route to follow . A tear gleamed across the face of the captain Marrison, hard heart, mind gloomy as that of every sailor tempered by the sound of the sea, but inside the shell was still room the groans of a fingernail.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Octopus Cake Pan Receipe

sound oud


the sentence of a love

dissolved in warm rivulets of habit

hungry
gold rush of all chimeras
in search of an identity

around the corner when in fact the heart

between vague impressions and emotions
violent

simple in appearance as each new day
that appears after dark
busy make a mysterious nighttime

otherwise insipid

Sunday, December 5, 2010

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Zovirax

details
small nuances human
losing
sull'ottuso
experience only goes up and down


clinging to a swaying sky
veiled intentions
driven by unrealistic goals
increasingly distant
less defined
always want
climbing
dall'agile
flexible stem
left to die in the sun

Sunday, November 28, 2010

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Heizung



desire and consistency of thin ice


in the light grew dimmer

of a day that makes autumn
silent
as lips

no words to grips with the extraordinary taste

an innocent kiss

Friday, November 26, 2010

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Bengodi

brave

do my entry into show business became an oracle

opened his mouth and startled

and all around

plunges the planet into the minds of poultry
battery
first decade of the third millennium
the soft massage of a muscle
ridiculous
seen at a distance from an evil
binoculars

Sunday, November 21, 2010

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is also a question of love as

look at the sky and as he sees you as

smile at the thought of a


fiery red sunset that will never die
life limits unresolved

smell of wet grass and rock solid under my bare feet


before resuming the next trip in the air

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I Have A Blister In My Mouth

revenge the piggy bank?


squalid form of neon light
close to our age as complicated

when everything becomes clear

falling in absolute rage

shouting to be heard without shouting his amazement

pale form of rebellion in the comic

a profile
invented

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ideas laboratory


closed the door behind him, he counted five steps in the driveway and stopped, tried to think of something but did not had ideas. He checked for good in the pocket. Nothing was empty, only a ticket for 20 €. He turned back toward home, he stopped before the door carefully examined the lock round. We put in the key, without turning, he remained motionless for a minute or so then pulled out again turning to the driveway and went this time without hesitation to the supermarket in the center.

Mr. Bulletins decided and walked impassive but his eyes do not perceive anything, it was a cold and cynical idiocy of his face an expressionless mask. He was short of ideas. He went into the supermarket and went without hesitation in the ideas department. "Good day news there are this week? .

To be honest Mr. Bulletins was not the only one not to have more ideas, he did not have any more, nobody was able to create them yourself, or as we used to say, no one was able to give birth no idea. Ideas had become extinct and people wandering without direction in the world die by leaving its empty, no longer producing anything, no one had a reason to live or die, the whole world dropped nell'ignavia. It was then that the world's governments decided to find a solution to this global plague. At first they tried to see the best scientists and research centers in the world, but even they had any idea on what to do. Politicians and presidents from around the world could not even to draw false solutions, the controversy did not realize anything. They said nothing, but they were devoid of ideas, even ideas of socks. The only ones who managed to sniff out the deal were multinationals and bankers of the world, to be honest were not entirely unrelated to the tragic extinction. It is said that a few decades before a small circle of big capitalists had devised a plan to create a mountain of money through a project that was intended precisely to eliminate any idea, then sell them at the right price. The plan was studied in detail and through a diabolical invention he had great success in the population, was eliminated at the root of any attempt idea, but it was not only removed from any person even the ability to conceive any idea. The invention consisted of a screen each application included within the existing PC, TV, PDA, satellite navigation, etc. that connect the brain directly to the device without the need to use any other device, be it keyboard remote control or mouse. In fact this application hid the secret virus that gradually bring the brain waves from here we begin by reducing to zero the potential ideas.

"Good morning Mr. Reports today have political ideas of the latest quality ideal for sparkling conversation and good for the elections approaching, many current members have purchased the previous version and now have a brilliant career "Mr. Bulletins looked at him smiling and said," no, no, Please do not have any intention to pry puzzles political rather not have something I do not know, the delicate, sophisticated and just right, I know an important dinner next Saturday and I would make a good impression "-" perfect! "said the clerk's ono arrived just the other day of interesting philosophical ideas and even free three ideas on sociology, the meaning of life and how to achieve success, will make a great impression with these . Now Mr. Bulletins appeared interested in the offer " and tell me what brand are these ideas? "-" are the Marphin sir, but we also want the latest version of the philosophical Cristal but then the price increases, more sophisticated and substantial ideas are made through a much longer process and craft "thought Mr. Bulletins up and ask "what are those of Marphin? "The clerk said referring to the catalog," then the offer of Marphin with the three ideas are complimentary € 15, while the Crystal is on the 35 € "Bulletins remained a few seconds in silence pondering the offer, then ruled" Watch for the use which is good I do those of Marphin " - " Excellent! "said the clerk," daughters wants the wrapping? "-" no thanks, there's no need . Mr. Bulletins went to the cashier and pay the ideas.

Massimo carpels worked for five years in that factory. He still remembered the first day of work, the director pointed to his place debut "carpels Mr welcome in the Laboratory of Ideas Marphin. Remember, everything we create for all of us here! "his job was to take all the matrices of existing ideas and cataloged by Marphin, ideas from the earliest human civilizations right up to the present day, including those made by Marphin and combine with each other trying to create" fragrance of ideas can compete on the market and hit the audience, ideas that would obviously have been registered " Marphin Laboratory of Ideas", then everyone would buy them to take ownership, but only that single specimen of the idea, produced and marketed Marphin in the series. It was your idea Made in Marphin.

ideas in the field of Research Laboratory where he worked carpels strives to realize more and more advanced ideas, such as carpels was concerned with philosophy and designed the model SuperProl ® which was a unique combination of Marxist theory with those superomistico Nietzsche. In substance it stated that in the struggle of class against the bourgeoisie, the proletariat as a revolutionary class completed the final birth of super man that eliminated the old man passed and human, all too human, revolutionizing production systems beyond the moral and the good and evil.
the office next to that of Carpels was the policy area in which the Commission programs, slogans and political ideas for parties, in some cases even new parties arose from the field of political ideas Marphin Laboratory. The latest industry consisted in the idea of \u200b\u200beliminating the parliament and parliamentarians too expensive, lazy and inefficient for the state coffers, replacing them with a forum where people could vote online to government proposals. Plebinet ®
Besides these there were also the area economy, sociology, sports, crafts, work, architecture, computer science, leisure, entertainment, quickly developed ideas for every use, even came to create an area in which we realize ideas for books and novels. Whole shelves of supermarkets priced dripping with ideas.

Mr. Bulletins go home happy with his new purchase but always empty air with his deadpan walking home and saw lightning hit a tree not far away in fright and freezes, it was then that he remembered the 'idea of \u200b\u200ba world where people did not need to buy ideas, but they were born free like mushrooms in people's minds, without order or array, or price. Suddenly Mr. Bulletins was surprised by that thought, and wondered to himself who the hell he's put that idea in mind, by whom he had bought, and as there was over the inside. Maybe it was included under special offer or perhaps some hackers have inserted surreptitiously. "Certainly " I think Bulletins "that sock idea, that of free ideas .

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Friday, November 12, 2010

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frock



worn
this instinct is revealed in its rationality

more unreal
accompanying me in every gesture
even the most useless
aboard a sailboat

rags and plastic lining a sea of \u200b\u200bsand
drained

and no one knows that an hourglass
flip

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

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crags and Crodino

this seductive

world inhabited by slaves

of numbers and words as empty as school books

redundant tales of love and squalid

balances which wriggle

snatching chains from large islands courageous brothers


sharp knives and sharp tipped
miserable envy

who can not lose or let alone win a
space and then disappear without

Friday, November 5, 2010

Difference Rat Terrier And

low heat

invisible
moments of happiness

look sideways at your illogical

movements in search of food,
hungry for knowledge, wisdom and knowledge

you do not have and never can have

because you can not find

moments passed before the thought

Friday, October 29, 2010

Grecian Style Prom Gown

Or Not To Be


Sometimes I just want to let the clamor trasinare whispered the square. the huge void in the wet steps. Sometimes I want to break free from the burden of every newspaper, from still heavy with the latest news. I wish, sometimes, resting on clouds of passion. destroy the sovereign with my silence and squat naked in his fingers calloused by a discussion of bar.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

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Excellence Pugliese


The Journal of the Course 09/05/2009
Page 12
-JONICA CONQUERED THE VIRTUS ' Super-
"The great season of Virtus led by new chairman Michael Fasano reaches its deserved goal. Sunday in the final play off against the triumphs Putignano with a stunning 4-1 giving their fans the joy of well-deserved promotion "

The cup of coffee for the last time he leaned on his lips dell'attempato fan of Virtus. The hand slowly leafed through the last page of the newspaper, then placed it on the bar of ice cream, rubbed the bridge of his nose stained with coffee from the bar and went out happy.
Michele Fasano was a building contractor in the country which had decided a year ago at the urging of supporters and advisers behind the sharp tip close to him, Virtus to buy a horn that played for decades between the promotion and first class, but who nevertheless had a fair number of supporters. Not unaware of that fact with a reasonable investment would have guaranteed the team a few seasons of success can warm up the fans, a human capital at the appropriate time might be helpful.

***

The Journal of the Course 11/07/2009
Page 6
-EDILWIND PRESENTS THE PROJECT FOR A TOURIST-GRNADE
"is Tuesday's news that the Edilwind, owned by dr. Michael Fasano, submitted to the municipality a mega project for a major tourist center can intercept and promote the image of our town. The project includes a large hotel, a score of cottages with gardens, swimming pools, spas, equipped a small square, bars, restaurants and even a disco. The plan would ensure that estimated about 400 jobs, to get the green light to the committee before the city council and then as a rise in agricultural area currently. "
Page 13
-GREAT BUY FOR THE VIRTUS-
" Virtus is preparing well for the new season in Excellence. Top marks from last season in fact, the president keeps Fasano promoted a recruitment drive slap. It seems that they are now sure the arrival of Domacchio, who has played a magnificent league in Lucera, Liberty accounts from Molfetta by Gervasoni and Pisa. In addition it seems that the local team is in negotiations for the employment of a central defender in a position to give best to the team's defense posture, and this could materialize in the coming weeks with the arrival of the Ametrano Bisceglie Chiarelli, or even by the newly promoted in Matera C2. "

His fingers thick and calloused like a sponge pressed the big Cuban cigar. He stared for a moment his head glowing and immediately brought it to his lips, sucking in the towel. The smoke sprang violence within the walls of the office, in the shadows created by the lamp on the mahogany desk. It was then that someone knocked at the door - Next! - The door snapped open and a strong and stocky man approached the desk of dr. Fasano - So Michael, we got into his head to Milano 2? - The reply was succinct - The team I already have - the two burst out laughing in unison while the stocky man sat in a leather armchair. It was Michael who started the conversation.
- Franco, And let in pleasantries we know because we're both here. You are the mayor is that project should be approved, the plan must change regulator.
- But you know, it is not so easy, this type of development the country needs a certain balance, is a question for another big, fuck you want to create a whole city there, then please keep in mind that the majority is that my is there will surely be some advice to break the balls, not to mention the people, events ...
-Franco, but what events are you talking about? But you know how these things go, but do you know how many jobs are at stake? And you think that some environmentalists can put you in danger? Remember to vote next year ... Exactly
-Mich, will you come and put mo bomb is at least expected the elections comfortable with that then ...
Tu-nan nu fuck you capit. Now I'll explain the issue calmly. This year the championship is more important, excellence in play this year, and we want to win the championship I'm Franco.
-Mich mo but fuck that got to do the championship?
- Got One has to do ... you think 'why am I spending money for all sti's team? Do you think I've got money to burn me? The speech and geometric. I I've got is because the football team is the best guarantee of popularity, if the team wins and I win I'll be a hero to all. The light of the success can also move on you if we move well, and You know what this light may be important in the elections. Now I'm investing in this team, if the plan goes through I will guarantee him success and promotions, this translates into more fans. These fans will pay us back for the elections, if we win excellence for election as a director and I'm taking with my behind many of the votes ultras, but the most important thing you must understand is that if you show you close to the team, if you show the mayor of the team, if in fact we make sure that you too can enjoy this light, then beyond me your face will be associated with one of the team's success and the joy of the season will be fresh with that elections. And we tantissimiii Viiirtuus Force! Ahaha! - Sure-
Miche 'your reasoning is flawless, but do not think it will be easy, the board is full of break-fuck the opposition is ready to take the ball ...
Franchino, do not worry something will come out for you, see the header before the adoption of any amendment to the plan to land your a relative, or in short, something I'm all over the playground is located, do not worry Franchino, there is no place at the table.

***

Il Giornale del Corso 12/12/2009
Page 3
-MAGGIORNAZA CURRENCY: DOORS OPPOSES THE CENTER-EDILWIND
"In the last City Council went on stage the disintegration of the majority a few months vote. Councillor Paul Sportelli fact has been very critical of changes in the Master Plan approval and the approval of the tourism project Edilwind. Doors complaint: "This measure contains in itself a shameful land speculation, as well as a serious plan for destruction of the urban plan, the zoning should be used to outline a balanced development of the city here instead they upset the balance of economic, environmental, cultural and urban of the country. " The mayor and the rest are square instead of the majority in rejecting the accusations and instead making it clear that this opportunity is a boon to our town from the economic point of view, tourism and jobs. At the moment, with these numbers and the defection of the Doors plan can not be approved. "

Il Giornale del Corso 23/01/2010
Page 15
-VIRUTS JONICA: Shades Of Gloria? -
"Fourth consecutive defeat for the Virtus Jonica last Saturday against Manduria. A championship that seemed to begin auspiciously, and saw Virtue in pole position for promotion to the D series, now sees a dramatic arrest. Inexplicable to other defections in the last 3 matches and Gervasoni Chiarelli. The coach throws Giant water on the fire, talking about bad luck, and slight decrease physical team immediately recoverable, but in reality it seems that even he believed in us. "

***

Thursday February 4, 2010 11:07 am - Mayor's Office.
The desk was full of papers, documents, notes, pens, sticky notes, cigarettes, even a medal. Michele Fasano approached the Mayor Simoncini, shook his hand and sighed, looking him straight in the eye - then France, we decided to go back - the mayor kept his eyes on him and said - You're the president Michele, not me - Michael sat on leather armchair cross my legs joined thumbs tapping his fingers on the chest and looking at the photograph of President Napolitano said - which has the right and you are the mayor and you're losing an opportunity, the plan is solid and not so go - Simoncini Franco leaned on the back of his chair and lighting a cigarette he admitted - I know, I know, Miche ', but you know what The situation is, I have done everything possible, I was able to digest the whole thing to the majority, but the asshole of the door will not budge and I told you that I would break. For another whole story instead of strengthening weakened me and now I find myself three months from the election with a majority split. Mich and 'm here is you owe me, we even have to remove the chestnuts from the fire - Fasano slipped a hand into his jacket and pulled out the phone, he started pushing buttons reassurance to the Mayor - Among All right' is what we'll solve it but she shall pay the bastard. I do a round of consultation. Be prepared that in a few days come the reinforcements.

***

Il Giornale del Corso 13/02/2010
Page 4
ARSONIST-attack in the home of DOORS-ADVISER
" It is last Tuesday's news of an arsonist attack at the home of Councillor Paul Sportelli, luckily the damage was minimal and only affect the front door of the house. The facts: Monday night around 23:00 desks after returning from a meeting of the majority, on his way home when he noticed smoke coming from his home. Arrived at the scene noted that the His door was going up in smoke, immediately alerted the neighbors and with buckets of water and fire extinguishers are easily able to douse the flames. Doors immediately called the Police who arrived on the spot they noticed pieces of glass scattered around the area, thus claiming that the fire was caused by a Molotov cocktail. Branches, however, does not seem worried and warns: "The fire is not anything serious, but it is certainly worrying signal that you want to send to my person, I think it is beyond doubt that the fire is dovuoa to my political activity, apparently I'm bothering someone, but I will not be intimidated. " The military currently has a file open to the unknown. "

Il Giornale del Corso 20/02/2010
Page 2
-CASTELLANA MARINELLI AND GO TO MAJORITY-
"What the atmosphere was hot and full of novelty it was understood already from last week, but last Wednesday's city council went to port, the final rupture of the two opposition councilors and Piergiorgio Giorgio Marinelli Castellana passing so the team of the mayor. Their fibrillation were dated within the party and the mood was not the best. Last Wednesday, however, has been the expected epilogue, the two voting in favor of a measure on the plan proposed by the majority decide not to follow the instructions of his party and vote for the measure by adding the desire to join the majority to incompatibility with the old team. In our paper Marinelli said: "Our decision was dictated by a growing divergence in our party that we breathed. The last drop was the decision to the Plan Edilwind, where the opposition had shown otherwise incomprehensibly for bias, not understanding that this represents significant growth for our country. "

***

Forty of the second half, Chiarelli snaps on the left wing, with a wonderful gesture dribla technical midfielder Corato, is focused on three quarters, passing for Gervasoni, boats advancing to the latter with the ball at his feet, pretending towards the opponent's defender, for verticalizes Damacchio, limit air rifle, cross Gervasoni he may be found ready on the Left-and header bags the decisive ball on the network. Jonica Virtus 2 - 1 Atletico Corato. Virtus win the playoffs and win the historic promotion to Serie D.
The joy is overwhelming in the stands at the final whistle of the referee a galaxy of country invades the bounding game triumph in bringing the heroes of Virtus, among the jubilant faces of the President and the Mayor Fasano Simoncini, who show their sentimental attachment to this wonderful team and visceral, the pride of the whole country. The fans are close to the president and take him between his legs carrying around as a trophy, a little later will touch the same order to the mayor, apparently drunk some champagne too. Virtus concludes victoriously excellence.

Il Giornale del Corso 24/04/2010
p.10
VIRTUS-LA CONQUERS THE D-
"2 to 1. Virtus concludes with this wonderful score his adventure in excellence, achievement and the promotion play off the agonist. So much joy in the stands and among the fans who filled the stadium after they crossed between the carousels festive streets. In our paper the statements of President Fasano exciting "This is the perfect ending for a championship that we have faced with courage and determination right, there were critical moments but I always believed in this team and the results were awarded, we now expect new challenges. " The festivities will be added to the voice of Mayor Simoncelli, fan of the first hour of Virtus: "This victory is a victory for the whole country that is finally proud of this team. I think I have it right in expressing heartfelt thanks from the citizens to Virtus and its President Fasano. "
The lower-right corner of the page folds between her wrinkled fingers up to show its second side. He sipped the last drop of coffee, finally closed his newspaper and headed for the exit of the bar.


Friday, September 10, 2010

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Praise whistle


" Marcello Dell'Utri has been harshly criticized in Como and was forced to leave in a hurry the room where he had to speak. The program included the presentation of the diaries of Mussolini owned by the senator of the People of Liberty, who was sentenced on appeal to contest with the Mafia. [...]" Maybe the authors of the 'Bravo' even know it, but their barbaric behavior against Marcello Dell'Utri has the character of an action squad ". He says Capezzone, spokesman of the PDL [..] "The event that has prevented Dell'Utri yesterday to speak to Como is absolutely worthless and should be condemned by all. Instead we see that there is a conspiratorial silence and disturbing." It says Fabrizio Cicchitto, the House leader Pdl. "Rainews 24

"The President of the Senate disputed by some grillini the party of the Democratic Party di Torino, says," just the season of poison "and expects" greater responsibility ".
The head of state Giorgio Napolitano regrets" the uproar against intimidation Renato Schifani. "" The attempt to prevent intimidation uproar with a free flow of political events and speeches is a sign of the alarming degeneration that characterizes the behavior of groups, albeit minority, unable to comply with the principle of free and democratic discussion and recognize in the parliament and judiciary in the same institutions in the democratic system which is responsible for any clarification and research of truth. " [...] "Try to listen," Fassino said the demonstrators. "The party of the Democratic Party - he added - is a place where we discuss, we've invited the president Schifani, knowing that many of his ideas are different from ours. Recently, we have accused of being a squad who wants to contest the party of Gianfranco Fini on Sunday. This method is the same "." Il Sole 24 Ore

"At five o'clock the meeting was scheduled on the challenges of work and development. Invited the deputy secretary of the Democratic Party Enrico Letta, Aldo Soldi, president of Coop, and just Bonanni. The union did not have time to speak to greet the audience that gets hit by a volley of boos and chants. [...] The first to comment on the incident is still on stage, Enrico Letta, "You have nothing to do with democracy - said the protesters - You are the opposite of what the country needs ". [...] For the whole day was a series of declarations and condemnations of the episode. From Fiom [...] "Democracy is an inalienable principle, based on the comparison and that everyone should have the freedom to express their opinions," said the secretary general of the Fiom-CGIL, Landini. [...] So the secretary Pd Pier Luigi Bersani, the first to call Bonanni: "It was an act of intimidation, I would say squad. "" We must recover the culture of dialogue, "said Secretary of Sel, Nichi Vendola. To Antonio Di Pietro, IDV, it was a demonstration of violence" harms democracy, "while Veltroni calls not to fan the flames of economic and social situation "delicate." Republic

Now breathe. Plan. Slowly inhale and exhale. And we try to think in this world upside down.
To start the argument we need to identify three variables that explain everything: freedom of speech, freedom of protest and power. In truth the first two variables are themselves result as a function of the other, but in the official narrative of consensus these days appears different because in this version lacks the third variable: the power, without which it is impossible to understand everything else, and without which the power itself becomes victim pitting freedom of speech to that of a dispute coming to define the second squad. But let's degrees.

Having noted the existence of power, it is expressed in its pure form, compulsively exercising his will power is not about who owns it (be it political, social, cultural, religious or otherwise) . The power is per se does not have a right to speak, as it does not need it. The power speaks! How and how much he wants, and the evidence of its power lies in this power without which there would be no power.
one who suffers the power (still in its pure form) has no powers of speech, this power however, as the case may nevertheless be granted with the right word. In other words, is fighting the claim and who does not hold the power that pulls its holder the right to speak. It follows then that the right word and makes sense only insofar as it is also right to criticize and challenge the power.

In the paradox of these days instead of the dominant discourse tells the story leaving himself as power and accusing those who do not hold the power to challenge it, denying freedom of speech. It then becomes the challenge to power is an act squad, an authoritarian and fascist act against his right to speak. And in the voluntary reversal of reality who does not hold power, expressing his right of speech and protest, became the censor of power. The reversal has taken just to the extent that the power he pretends to deny victims the right to speak and to challenge those who hold power do not objecting as a squad. But it is obvious that, as seen before, there is no right to speak of power, because the power to speak for themselves: Bonanni perhaps fails to make known to anyone their ideas and their own union line? And is it forbidden to say Schifani of political opinion from the President of the Senate? And Dell'Utri is found by chance to face this hard and exhausting struggle to know his (false) Mussolini diaries and defend themselves against accusations of Mafia? It is clear that the mere thought of it makes them laugh because it is never denied communicative space, in this or that living room television and newspaper in this or that and this precisely because they hold power, certainly not the same space is reserved to me and the majority of people who do not we hold the power, so if you would squadrista was denied my right to speak, not their power of speech.

In conclusion then it is good to re-establish that:
Who whistles and disputes Dell'Utri, Schifani Bonanni and exercise a sacred right to speak and protest.
Those in power (in a democratic system) must accept dissent and protest. As the power Speaks!
This is called democracy dear to my bed.




Monday, July 19, 2010

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My second trip


At night I often dream about it. Even last night, I woke with a start. My breath strong and vibrant. For a moment I wonder where I am, a moment that lasts a lifetime. A journey. I look around and see mixers rusty, dirty mattresses on the floor and many slaves like me to sleep with the rats. Even last night I dreamed my father took me when I was 10 for the first time in Egypt. Dad was an important physician of Asmara in Eritrea and I remember that period as the fairest and most carefree of my life. I remember it as a dream strappatomi by force, like a fairy tale never really happened. I remember that first trip unforgettable. Dad made me play with his camera and I captured it all, the beautiful reflections of the Red Sea, the majestic pyramids, the colorful bazaar. I remember my father's smiling face and his eyes kissed mine. I also remember the first time I saw a desert, where he discovered the mystery of the earth, suggesting that the infinite. The first time I hugged him. The second betrayed me. The dream changes direction, change journey. The other, a journey. I discovered one morning five years ago, I came back from the university, just inside the door I found the whole house upside down. I climbed the stairs and ran with my heart in my throat. Upstairs I found the horrific discovery. My sister Saba raped and killed. My father took him away. They were the soldiers sent by the government. It was only by chance that day I had a conversation with a professor in University who saved me life. I had no choice. The night I ran away, I took my backpack and filled it as best I headed towards the border. Here is my second trip. At the border they told me to ask some Libyan youths, they would give me a ride up through the desert of Sudan in Libya. I paid those guys almost all the savings that I managed to take home. I waited three days hiding in a warehouse along with 40 other people. On the third day they called us were told to move, we loaded up two vans, and 40 in tight like sardines began crossing the desert. Even at that time of night. He was in tears as I watched the Eritrean border away I noticed that this perverse relationship between the trip and the night, or rather, between the escape and the night. Two companions Quiet and inhuman that suddenly tore your memories, like a photo album to pieces. It was the fog that wiped out all that you have been taking out dad and Egypt, and the pictures on the Red Sea. It was the journey that comes back with his face violent. The crossing took 10 days. 10 days close to capacity on that van in the desert. An indescribable stench, people who dropped in the desert, abandoned to a horrible death, people who vomited on him, which reduced the water every day. Hell. My second time with the desert. Terrible and violent like a lion tamed no longer among the cages of the zoo. A Lion that shows the true face I know. Death. We arrived exhausted in Libya. Once there, many of us said it's done. We left the border and there we sold it to others who would take up to Tripoli. I did not have the money to pay them and so when I arrived in Tripoli held as a slave. I worked for them four months, to pay for that trip, as construction worker, was working as an animal 15 hours a day. In the end I ran away. I began to roam the city looking for something to eat, the first time the police stopped me asked me where I was told Libyan, they insisted: Where are you shit! - Eritrea - said. They asked me some money otherwise I would have stopped, I pretended to look in his pockets and ran away. Here's another feature of my journey. Escape anytime, by anyone, like a frightened cat, as he sees human beings, because for me now, the individual is a danger from which escape. He ended up living on the streets to make do with what I could, stealing something to eat here and there. At the end of a day, a man grabbed me by the shirt, I said I know you are a stranger, give me money or worse for you. I replied, but I did not see anything. There was no way to convince him and sent me to the police. There I was beaten and bruised, my back full of frustration and after a while 'I was placed in a container and I shall return to the south of Libya, to be precise in Kufrah since then when I imagine hell as I have in mind done. One day a guy here that helps foreigners in Italy told me that this prison was also funded by the Italian Government. A Kufrah I saw again the face of death. Worst I've seen the death of life. A Kufrah no longer life, even if you're not dead. 60 people were imprisoned in a cell, sleeping on the floor. The women were locked up in another part of the prison and told us that they were raped and tortured. I, too, but I no longer remember. I was 4 years in hell. 4 years when I stopped living. As my life has never existed, when the days are never in the past. Thanks to a friend known in Eritrean prison failed to pay the police, and they gave us in the hands of traffickers. We shall return near Tripoli in a container and worked there another 3 months to put aside money for the crossing. He arrived the day they called us it was night. Again. We were all 30 people on a raft. We set out to cross the desert last. The shorter and more ruthless. The final curtain before freedom. The Mediterranean. It lasted three days. They looked like three years. Off many of us felt ill, pregnant women were thrown overboard by the smugglers. It was the last test. You had to resist or die in the Mediterranean. We arrived exhausted on Lampedusa. I do not remember anything. I just remember that he slept continuously for three days, we closed in Lampedusa and at the end of the journey, after becoming acquainted with death more than a sister, I asked for asylum. Now I am a refugee. Italy felt that I had the right to political asylum, but only after managing to get safely to the end of the journey. Now I work in black in an agricultural field. Now I'm here in this dorm for mice, but my dreams keep me. My journey has no beginning or end. My journey is a nightmare in my head. A betrayal of my soul. A slow death. Aimlessly.

Published Mythos July

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

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The secret of Bar


"Jimmy knew the secret of the bar." The creaking of the doors was one of them. The appicicaticcio alcohol tables and counter the inevitable ingredient. A bartender with unkempt beard and unbuttoned shirt. A bartender no longer young showing her charms and her breasts and an expert in her hair missing that caress the sinuous neck in locks wet with sweat. Inside a hot smell of menthol cigarettes and hair lotions aged. Lotions. But the secret one, the most sacred and genuine, the customer is essential. To identify post-modern form, space, and commodify the mystical figure of salvation for humanity that is the man to the bar. Angular faces and unique actors that could fill the world cinema. Stories mystical and earthly, secular newspaper of that crowd in the ceremony of bar, with more blood to the body of Christ, to them, wiping the blood with blood, and cleanse the body with other bodies. Among the tables heavy elbows drunk, sports newspapers, local newspapers and playing cards, the age are lost among the scents of rum and beer. And Jimmy, Jimmy knew the secret of the bar, so well that the door of paradise bar "Toilette" was framed in a plaque that sacred phrase: "Jimmy knew the secret of the bar." It was a strange boy for the job, or rather, who disdained the company and the vices of the patrons, but he did it his way. With his bushy mustache, Usually sitting at the bottom of the table. Ordered an average arrived sat, pulled down a long draft, looked around, took his notebook and began to write, but so, with a naturalness that, as if he were playing cards, wrote, drank and talked with us, joking , lived and wrote the bar. Who knows Jimmy, now has written a novel about the stories on those crazy drunks, old people who read the newspaper on the sports, or drinking on the bottom. Or maybe who knows all that material will be used for one of those modern things, material from blogs.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

What Will Be Of Value In 200 Years

Dr. Franker The Secret of Betty La Talpa


In the darkened room of dr. Franker a dusty beam of light illuminated a chipped tile on the floor. The dark and suffocating heat requires a need to hibernate in windows and blinds. Lying on the bed dazed and weary of nothing, dr. Franker dripping from his belly bare and sweaty. The only sound audible over his labored breathing was the fan that ran continuously in the apartment. Dr. Franker thought here is an emblematic image of life. A headlong chase nothing sweating on a bed. Cells lying on the world without grace. Dust, odor and sweat on the floor of beaten earth. It was at that very moment the phone rang. The dr. Franker waited a bit 'before you answer, it appeared that that phone ringing give yet another explanation for the chaos of life. A continuous unspoken expectation. First study investigating franker with whom I speak? - A woman's voice on the other end of the line uttered something unintelligible - mufuauff! vuofhham! - How? - Continued Dr. Franker - with whom I speak? - Emm excuse me I had forgotten to remove the gas mask, are said Betty La Talpa. - Hello Betty - said dr. Franker without enthusiasm - A fair wind? - Dr. franker, only she can help me - What's the problem? - It is the engineer Karagoriki face a walrus. Suddenly
Dr. Franker awoke, the highest in the pulsating heat of hell. Nightmare chasing him, the vision of Betty La Talpa and his respiratory masks and that other fellow, the engineer Karagoriki face a walrus and his mania for the edges of the shirts. It was the same dream that the cycle is making his way in the twilight of his mind and that reduced Dr. franker in that state of hell. What did it mean anything? Who were these monsters in his mind? What were looking for?
He rose slowly from the couch opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, drank it all in one gulp. Ahhh!
He looked confused and saw his photo degree dusty. Thirty, her at his side, with her beautiful smile and natural. And the shirt with the image of Marilyn. I know I know, she's calling me, but what the hell ... I can not take, I can not ... I can not Betty!

Sunday, May 30, 2010

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dare the impossible


" ... and now look on the bad reputation the boundless desires the need for the infinite. Refines feelings refines the feelings, transgresses transgressor rituals rituals .. . "
By now we should already be in front of the factory. We have to move. Wipers obsessive like a metronome mark the beat of the drum machine made in CCCP. We have to move shit. At this time the swift is already there in front. The situation is now sparkling. The putrid and stagnant air begins to boil. The dead come back to sing. Here we are, fortunately, the gates are still available. We enter the cord factory worker recognizes us, "yet another bit 'and entered directly with the cops." The Assembly has already begun, we are waiting for the "world news". The air is in turmoil. On their faces wrinkled, nervous, sweaty, on those clear eyes and deep fatigue, now shines agonizing happiness libertarian. "Comrades, Take heed that you will never go from here back. The situation has arisen, does not pose alternatives. We did not choose this battle, this battle going on for years, decades, even centuries. It's up to us to do that part in the game, that's cannon fodder or resistant. In more than 30 years these pigs that have both robbed of everything, all our rights, all of our safeguards, they asked only ever produtività, with the first piece, then removing the escalator, and then they invented the precariousness, flexibility, Where companies have outsourced our pay less to have greater access to other poor bastards. In these 30 years the social divide between rich and poor has increased dramatically. While we, while the poor people, ordinary people, workers families, have seen losing their purchasing power, their wages, have lost their jobs, while young people have seen the clear horizon of their future through the specter of insecurity. Very few scoundrels have stolen countless riches. Our wealth, masters, building speculators, managers, financial speculators. That have filled my head for 30 years of crap, on globalization, on the market, all on the possibility of becoming rich easily, shit! It was just their propaganda to make us work harder and to enrich them anymore. Now the pigs have caused this terrible crisis, through their bag of tricks, because gentlemen, this is a systemic crisis, not bad apples. In these years we did not have the money to buy their phones, their DVD, their decoder, their homes, their plasma TVs, and then they sent it all with debt, debt on debt, the crisis has run moved in time has run and inflated. And now these pigs want to make it pay us the crisis, now they want us to do the sacrifices sacrifices sacrifices ... I'm fucking! To whom should we sacrifice them sti? For banks? To the masters? for the capitalists? To give even more money in this pig? That have broken my balls on the open market for decades, the state must not intervene, the state bad, privatization! And now? Now they have lost all our money on slot machines go crying to mama was to ask for help, and mom was doing? He says right now is asking a bit 'of sacrifices to my subjects, workers, families ... the beasts of burden! But now friends say no! The crisis pay them! See what they did in Greece, speculators have played with Greek titles derailing the state, and now to pay those debts Europe instead of buying all their titles and save the speculation that it? acts as the lenders, makes him a loan. And what does that mean? It means that European banks have lent money at a rate of interest to Europe, Europe has provided them to Greece for a higher rate to pay the interest of speculation. At the end of the lap Greek workers will pay the speculators. Dear Lord this is the crisis. But now we say enough! You know why? Do you know why it happens and it happened? Because in all these years we have not had any workers representation. We have not had any force. We workers are not counted as a dick in the class struggle and we were the losers. We got drunk and television anti-politics, hatred of the foreigner, to the poorest, wanting to win scratchcards. This is enough. Now we need to organize, everywhere, must be one great strength, social and political piegeherà no more! "The speech was a great driver caught between his colleagues, the disastrous results of such nefarious policies, combined all'ignobile rottenness of Italian politics and the government did the rest. From the microphone make my name. I head firmly. "Comrades, the situation throughout the region and throughout Italy is revolutionary. An awareness so strong and so wide he had never seen before. They are everywhere now days that follow each other occupations of factories, schools, offices, municipalities, provinces, regions, television, newspapers, radio. Even a private hospital has been occupied by medical personnel and said he was willing to treat any wounded during the fighting for free. The air we breathe is that of a lit fuse that runs silent before the bang. Now the important thing is to stay calm, decisive and firm. Employment the national production system, is an advanced point of struggle. It represents a revolution in fact no need to take the Winter Palace. There are decision-makers to take, there are corridors of power to be conquered. In the era of decentralization lattice, all nodes must be taken crucial, and should be put online. We have to be a cancer charity that spreads from cell to cell. All this needs therefore a unification of the struggles. All occupations, riots, strikes, must unite in one political subjectivity that can carry out this revolution. A revolution lattice, decentralized. From below. "
" Great ... the impossible, to dare the confusion, the sky is above and below, we can only lose, we can only lose .. . "

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Littlest Petshop Word

after love

Laugh.
Here's what we have left after
love.

After the short days of snow, after that first

where everything was silent
a starless sky, and we only short

ability to stay there. Even in winter


sleep at the foot of salt, shells, everything is silent


as protected by the silence
because no noise disturbance
dreams. Simultaneous

as a look,
Love was coming.

Laughing,
almost in amazement that vision

protected by a lock of hair behind
our watch.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

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President Biff Tannen


humid and muggy air of the Roman suffocates me. My Lucky Strike does the rest. This feeling of wet dirt, sweat and clammy skin, eyelids, on the fingertips, saliva bitter and sore throat, all I died drowning in this heat. While my head, also encased in troubled waters of this Italy.
A chain made of toxic waste keeps me pinned to the orgy of putrid this country, reeking of mothballs and viagra.
It seems coincidental to me most times and return to the Future 2. The young Martin Mc Fly back from a new adventure in 2015 decided that perhaps the time machine can also be useful for, say, have some fun 'and earn something. Log in by chance in a shop 80 years (today we would call vintage) and note the Great Sports Almanac. He therefore decided to compare it to "round up" bet their lives with some good idea, but just before the return to the old Biff Tannen listens to the conversation between Martin and Doc where the professor complains that the boy for the evil thoughts of easy enrichment and throws the almanac in dustbin. The old Biff so takes possession almanac, steals the time machine back in 1955 and to deliver himself the almanac young miraculous, advising him to put it to good use. It happens that way back in 1985 and Martin instead of his beloved town, he finds himself in a hell of delinquency, abuse and degradation, where the police are in cahoots with the Mafia and the school was closed. Puzzled by what he sees begins to wander lost around the city, when suddenly discovers the secret. Biff has become master of the city thanks to the "accidental" winnings resulting from sports betting.
Well often I get the impression that it is the same thing happened again today, even here. I often wonder how it was can fall into a cesspool of criminal ademocratica crafty ministers of the neighborhood and whores, and I say, is Biff who took the Great Sports Almanac. It is precisely that.
Biff took advantage of our little weaknesses, our secret dream of our modest opportunity to earn something. He swiped the idea and made it a nightmare to open.
President Biff Tannen. He cheated for a long time, precisely by that 1955, the day of the big dance. And that's where he began his amazing and incredible luck, almost fairy-like traits.
how it went, it went so perfectly Doc We should go back in the future to stop Biff from stealing the almanac? No, because that would be the future of Biff. The only option is to go back in time.
And tidy up the story.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

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Faithful to the Line




The item was circulating for a while '. But strangely silent. There almost ashamed to say it clearly. Even the news, even those driven by gossip, not even those of the dog that did 300Km to find his mistress have spoken. The silence, dumb and scary as a black plague that circulated by word of mouth. And yet it success.

A story so strange as to appear real. Yet it is not for me. I know, I, I've always been a man of science, I, a man loyal to realism, to reason, the certainty, to the explanation ... materialist and atheist. And now I find myself at the mercy of this spell, driven by some kind of hidden strength in going to discover, watch more closely this strange phenomenon of which all speak quietly anxious. Perhaps it is my faith in reason to push. My faith.

I spent the exit of Bologna. From Radio London Calling by The Clash. I'm tense. This does not please me at all and I wonder why the editors of the newspaper sent me just for this sort of thing. The know what I think. This kind of rubbish then, it is not from them. Yes, the problem is that it does not seem rubbish, it seems the usual stuff, I know, I know stuff is crazy, but I do not even know this story. This story.

Ore 12.23. Arrival in the village. 2000 souls. 2015 bodies. The remaining 15 say they have played for the soul Karina. A Russian who moved here after the collapse of the Wall. Or rather, she says, after the collapse of the USSR. But it is the same. Karina rounded off its revenue. Also in his apartment. Between a picture of Lenin and a companion of Saint Nicholas. But, as she said, is the same. Karina worked for free but when it came to poor bastards. He told them: Now I'll explain what socialism. And once out of there was to be bet for those who had voted.

Ore 12.34. Here I am this is the place. It's here. Around me a crowd of crazies. Of every kind. They start kicking, flying insults and fights. Faithful of the various congregations are gathered here to watch the event. We are everyone, male or who ever can imagine. There were 15 training Trotskyites, 11 Marxist-Leninist-Stalinist Maoist including 7, 3 and only Stalin only a Maoist. There were the Communists of the new millennium, the Marxist Catholics, Guevara, the Castro, the Third World, feminists, Marxists, Gramsci, the Luxemburg, and many acronyms scattered. Then there were the Socialists, the Social Democrats, the Reformers Socialists, the Social Revolutionaries, and even a symbol of unknown Marxists right. It was a Babel. It was hell.

At one point he approached this sort of guru. He was a boy of 22 years, which no one would give a penny. He was dressed in jeans, a black shirt and Converse of Dream Theater. He went silent for sure for a moment and raised his hand to attract the attention of all. The crowd stopped suddenly at war, all holding out the look at the boy. He began: care companions and dear friends gathered here / i, are about to witness a unique revelation. Many of you will probably be full of doubt and skepticism, but have faith. The Master spoke to me here on this rock from which now I'm talking about. Now a week ago and told me that you gather from all over the world. She said so, here called all those who still refer to my name and portals in this place in a week and reappear at the same time I'll tell them the great secret. Well

the apparition took place at 12.45 and there is only a minute. For this go down and let the teacher appears to speak.

The crowd fell silent. There were those who began to kneel, to those who cry and pray, some to tear their clothes off. At 12:45 a punctual light blinded everyone. From that light came slowly, its silhouette. Unbelievable. It can not be true and yet it was there. It is here in front of my eyes. Karl Marx. The crowd

increasingly incredulous and dumbfounded not knowing what to do, someone speaks of a closed fist, but Marx calmed them all with a smile. And then he began: Comrades come here, appears to you that ye may know from my living words the great secret. I've found in life to posterity the great secret of the machine that is more evil and destructive man has ever created: capitalism. I have found for you alienating its intrinsic mechanisms, its continued exploitation, its eternal contradictions. I have also explained the ultimate goal of the working class, revolutionary force, the role of the party organization of the working class. I've told finally Workers of the world unite! But you only answer you have divided into a thousand sects, declare their faith in this or that leader in relation to his thought, and even this is enough. You have created the church in my honor, rather than the liberation of the proletariat. Just as the church created the clergy, rather than the liberation of souls. Then you want to know something. You are idiots. Here's what you are.

The crowd began to rumble inside the first, he felt they say is true is true. The fault lies with the Stalinists, obsessed with the cult of personality, and then: No you are traitors Trotskyites, and you then Social Fascists, that you are, revisionists! Shooting the crowd to rage, fights to create one another. As long as Marx shouted angrily: dickhead! the crowd stood still turned towards the rock and saw the Master with eyes of fire watch Saving Silverman. The crowd began to become exhausted clash against him rather than herself. But who the hell are you? eh? Who are you? You're just a crook, you're a capitalist spy that you're here, get away! Objects began to fly towards the rock, verses insulting to the Master.

Marx disappeared into tears. While the crowd was still thrashing and beating each other to just off the small boy listened with his early twenties I-Pod a piece of Napalm Death, and with his hands quickly mimicked the sound of drums.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

How Many Calories In 1 Sugar Cookie

If I were I Dream


looked bent on the cliff a quarter of a worm that moved as he was impaled on the hook. A can of worms that was bloodied by a column of flies feasted. And I wondered: is that all the world? A huge feast? And this life eaten by worms, flies, baits that choke fish, so people who die by chance after spending their lives watching TV or going to work, or to please their bosses or their wives, or do gardening. Or simply abused throughout their lives. A useless nonsense dance where blood and sperm are mixed repeatedly without end. It was then that arose the fateful question. Without the smell of the church, what of the ego. What of my once I die? I mean, trying not to fall into the trap comforting the soul. If everything is organic then there should be I, but only human, only a whole without ego. But no, end up in this farce without a sense I have that I makes me subject. And once dead, then what sense does it have had this or against this latest mockery of life. Might as well let us be born without a global bodies of a whole without subjectivity. Why Me? Then the worm he's got the ego? And if that is the sense that we have? What is the point I have to be a worm wrapped, cut into small pieces and used as bait? He probably has not even the perception of being an ego, perhaps his brain structure is not capable of an ego, so maybe the ego is only a distortion of human brain structures with more developed brain. Another mockery of life, which tells us you exist, no nonsense, just you, with your self and everything around. And so one day, without sense. You will die. Just before your self.