Sunday, May 30, 2010

Unhandled Exception 0040e439

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

Getting Sponsored By Monster Energy Drink

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

Can Starting Exercise Affect My Menstral Cycle

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.