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Icing on the cake

It is not disputed that something is happening. I do a lot of good and bad moments, but more good, even in this evil, than the pure, uncouth and perverted bad.
not good for me. I can not see the same black tuneliku, and seek in the magic and good lights. And when I find it only, the blood flies to the head and spreads throughout the whole carcass with satisfaction Radocha childish and incomprehensible mind "will be fine."
All through the cherry on the cake. Cherry umazała a sweet custard and offered a me with it. But it warned me ...
-You can only (as long as co), poczęstować się samą wisienką. Potem przyjdzie czas na więcej. Jednak jeszcze nie teraz.
Gdybym dostał kawałek tortu od razu, pewnie bym zeżarł trochę i go odstawił. W tym jednak momencie mam chrapkę, nawet na cały tort. Tak samo jest z poznawaniem osoby. Jeżeli poznasz kogoś zbyt szybko i hmmm... intensywnie (w krótkim czasie), zaczyna cię ta znajomość nudzić i odstawiasz ją na półkę.

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magic splendor

-Nie zrozumiesz sedna, nie połapiesz się o co chodzi. Ani dziś, ani w jutrze, a nawet w wieczności.
Popijam soczek kosztując ciasteczka losu, które prowadzą me somewhere, where he probably does not want to go. Again, the path on my way up was opening, and both are tempting me to punish the two different landscapes. No, I will not be able to return. I must make a choice now. When wdreptam already on a path, I will have to follow it to the end, even the end of the world.
- Whore! -speaks head .- Well, now which way? -stops and sit on a boulder.
cold, heartless, a stranger. And the stone beneath me, and I in his body. To choose well, you first need to understand himself ...
-O fuck I'm saying? But why all this shit? -standard question .- Was it not that it is often used to span the imbeciles various sorts, and then I reached the same, magic finding, "and what it was you idiot?" Pompey I'm born and now cover the effects of my soul and mind pięciocentymetrowym dust. This can be a deuce (not knowing which way to go, by my ill indecision), and successive morons passing this place on his journey, will be watching my body pylastemu with delight. Apparently surprised with what nature is able to slice it tricks. Maybe some of them will envy me? "What a beauty ..." - Find.
And here a little, like a ghost, jumped up against me, the grass frog.
-Pompejuszu, stand up to the task, stay optimistic swallow the moon. Remember that consuming a half-strangers. -she said, then added .- Yes, I know it's sad, but I can not help that I can only see one side of this false romantic elipsowatego cakes in the sky.
-When the day comes, the stars are collapsing water and drown in the water hollow braids plotąc destination. So my way is not the top down for? Is not it written that I'll follow with specific tracks? -noticed when considering one of the earlier talks, which had already taken place in my life.
-Going, going throughout their lives. You know what you want.
-Who am I? Master of the situation, or a pawn on the chessboard of God?
-spill red ink palette, right on the cover paintings. It is true, the dream and the fate of its hazy, but paint what otoczyłoby you. You will now be able to delight and will be in the rapture.
-Yes, unless the intoxication of moral ... But what does it mean chadzać drunk with happiness? So ot eternally happy person is always drunk? Heaves, is alien to him a rational understanding of the issues different weights?
-Hmmm ... -frog replied.
-pessimism Well my dear, bathed in death, is a sober look, and outstripped the success. A less salty and failure, without undue bitterness, collapse and stupidity. There is a simple way and has a huge wyboistości. Darker nights, samotniejsze and magic! A man without a soul in his foreign, soberly looks at the world and delves far the truth .. Truth, which did not reach the mind or the life or after life, just like reasoning with them in death. End of the debasement of the soul!
-pessimism But what if you do what you love?
-after all, you can stick a tumor in doing good for themselves, others or the public. A tumor must be applied something cold that was not so visible. For example, cold meat, say bacon.
-But is not that terrible conviction for a small child when you imagine yourself that fat is "done" with a small elephant? When you do what you love, after you become a kid and you look at it like a child. -zreflektowała frog.
Not knowing what to answer went further ...
-the way to eat bacon this is weird. Got her eyebrows and touch your hair. Phew!
-Ahem ... Excuse me, but I think that fat was probably in the bag ...

***

God has called me and talked to me. This sentence in the eyes of the legions might seem heresy. But they do not know exactly what I mean. It seemed to me that I'm close to nothingness. Bouncing off the white walls echoed in the brain have already welcomed me to their construction.

"Upstrzyjmy walls with scenes from all sorts of nightmares and wylejmy aversion to himself." - nothing more wrong.

head obscured, damaged, broken ... I was flabbergasted. And a few days earlier. He called God and told me to do something, something that will be my strength. Therefore, scattered through the streets of indigestible by the black-winged birds are good. Lit the sun. And despite a few drops of the court, which were caused by weather, warmed up. In the company of very close friends and those further, and even those who would think that about me now do not remember, I spent a mystical evening. Total ignited all of our lights, joint forces. And even in the late evening sun began to shine.

PS: For all thank you very much. And in particular to the three wonderful people.

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Humanity

my brain. Alighted at the bus stop and decided to relax on the road, waiting for the same number bus from which it got out. I just got tired. Weekly conglomeration of positive impressions has become too heavy, almost overwhelming. And boredom has become the past. And in some aspects of the past became the present, and certainly I'm not talking about my own person. The past comes by each of us. He sees the errors? Their selfish, uncontrollable thoughts in our heads driven by the everyday, alcohols, spoil. But the time for rehabilitation! Time to regenerate dead cells, which begin at us, blinking and slowly working. Losing someone close to them, situations, important to our bloodstream-circulating clockwise, popularly called the heart, we see the validity of, giving meaning to our existence. The time of salvation, redemption, redress popsutego mechanism.

*** Sometimes you have to say is what lies at the heart of man, my heart just one thing, it would be a shame if it failed suddenly exploded. Do it to feel better. I and most of all when we thought billow in the narrow minds. Without fear, zastanowień. God, I am after all only a worm, which can be crushed the second, bigger and seemingly obrzydliwszego bug. Zeżre on me with his huge claws rozłupie chitinous carapace, and nothing will remain of me when my wessie protein interior. The best student is the second, a loved one. Its quality problems can kill, and nothing meaningful words when embarks that its assistance is minimal, it is almost the reverse proportion. Because sometimes it's that we listen to and accept our cries in the sleeve, it may be beneficial. It is almost heroic protagonist at the threshold of our pupils.

***

What I spilled the hall? Awareness of the man who in just over four years in August. It may seem impossible, but the talks. She had already seriousness and shares with you his views about death. Although we may not even consciously aware of the fact of mortality. Well, because I like to tell your child that is "bad death" . And this can be successful. Through the cartoons, animated fabrication of pure manifestation of one's intelligence. My nephew showed me this. Bajka Kiwi! "in which pet lose their lives for the important matter. It may seem silly, but realizes his most important dream. Tears shed during its execution, the tears of happiness, and awareness of the coming end? Freedom of interpretation even desirable.

***

Try me. Of things unknown, and how the human, because human-created. Try me more if I'm wrong for you a figment of human existence, or good. Try me for his own satisfaction. Have only one life, yet you have only one chance. But I also choose wisely. Everything and so do not try it!

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Light Duty

stole a piece of the sky and created my own. Not looking at the wickedness of days, I found that today would be different. I was, maybe because I had no time to stop, breathe fresh air. Lack of time. Activities absorbed all the sweat, until he stood and stopped running the globe for several hours. It is hard for me to move back into the circulation of all this, and I'm sure that I am unable to do anything today. Rozleniwił me this little piece a few hours, without the requirement of freedom. Although Should podziałać today. Although I feel anxious and I know the consequences that can have dire consequences later. Milner, which is quite niepodobnie to me, the lights in the dark and long tunnel. And I see the light. It speaks to me. He says everything I left biegom events that somehow it will.
-Leave all that somehow it will. The world will fall after a while the rhythmic flow. Again. And if you stayed longer, and are you in this heavenly, after what you have to spoil it?
-Because fear is stronger ...
-Do you feel like, even materials to create "something." And nothing you can do nothing.
-God could! -throw away angrily.
-Yeah, right. But He was not good, so he began to work.
"But I'm also not the end. As if I did not feel like myself.
-You know what? -smiled at me, red LED .- Come on! My advice? FUCK THAT!
And I was tempted ...

***

-Mommy, what is chaos?

-Chaos is when in your room are everywhere on the floor of the toy and you can not go no stumbling for them.

-This is why God has done something out of chaos?

-Because chaos is also sitting on. For me, these toys are scattered about, and do you think are ranked in a practical and logical way that is effective in the game ...

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days

made a pact with the devil, because the same together. I made him read a boring article, or a dull chapter in the book. Now I do not remember exactly when ... I do not remember exactly how. It was thought a moment. And now word reaches my ears, " Think ten times before you speak or write ." I'm trying to think. Even now I wonder how it all put in words that do not offend someone by accident.

***

Every morning waking up and after the morning toilet, dress her body. And then the whole day trying to fit their words into deeds. Sometimes I can not, I lack the strength for any action. Sometimes it happens that I choose "lesser evil in the afternoon." Lots of teeth, with all his strength to not do something, do not tell, do not make the gesture. But I'm not always consistent. Naturally, because of this then I have to blame yourself, but do not kid yourself. Nobody is perfect.

When I think about their life experiences, I'm happy as. I regret a few pranks, but I have no influence on it. With some things you can not fight, even by force, and what happened, it can not be undone. But if I had the opportunity and awareness of the events is, therefore, would try to make a difference.

sometimes regret that I am aware fully of those whom I know in the middle, and those I know in the middle, I do not know a whole. Completely change our world, when we know someone more. At least in my case. Otherwise, I look at this person, than when they were just friends at "hello" and altogether meaningless chatter on the street. Without any familiarity with equanimity, there was a door, and I did not interfere in her life and did not play any important role in the hardships of everyday life. Knowing too the other person, allow yourself a bit more in relation to it, we are daring and sometimes silly. We are doing things which do not even come to mind that you can hurt someone. I guess that after the fact.

so I went back to the roots of his childhood, where everything I was indifferent, and the friend called every one who was my playmate. I went back to the root, where there were no major issues, problems or worries, and frustration associated with the fact that only a lack of funds for a lollipop. I went back there because of the music we know from childhood. Afflicted me, and my head will show video and slide show of memories from a variety of situations which are for us the magic, if you are a child. It's strange, but I do not remember many games with podwórkowymi colleagues. And if now, I can list them on the fingers of one hand. Morning to build the shelter in the nearby woods, an afternoon run in the bushes, where he was part of the police, and some refugees and evening play hide and seek.

remember more situations where I was alone, where my only companion was my own, unbridled fantasy. Then there's the music that is causing this sudden return to the distant, somewhere deeply buried long ago memories in my subconscious.

***

Thanks for the memories the music listened to by my sister;

Lady Pank - Mała War

Lady Pank - To Kill Fear

Lady Pank - Sorcerer

Lady Pank - Cloud

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Devil Made Me Do It

After a scandalous victory

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United Over interpretation - Manipulation

Human morality began to disappear under mysterious circumstances. The police became more helpless and useless than usual, in an abandoned building itself at home with some the devil his minions. Amazing and outstanding intellect. Just a little lost in our time. We met at the cinema. Yes, if I remember correctly, it was a cinema.

Ah, what a movie. Black and white film? No, trashy, without a moral, sense, upload ... Cinema, for it became more and more lives. But the actors diminished. I did not think I could ever stand up, look out the window and say "whore where are all these people?". And I know I'll never do, because I had no opportunity, because they always will be, because I can no longer, because the world produces people. Not so expected was for me a scenario, no! I played a bit more turbulent role.

***

Satan sat in the company of demonic półżaby-półryby with prominent lips, a stone Gargoyle with too broad smile, L. and me. Satan sat and smoked a cigar. He sat on the heavily used, a clear red sofa, which przytaszczył here from the dustbin of kozłowilkiem człowiekosłoń that the site had abdominal translucent-blue liquid. The liquid can be was to look ahead and I could see what is on the other side, the kozłowilkiem.
We were in an abandoned building on the third floor. I do not know exactly what was here twenty years ago, but when I gaze on the plaster (the walls, because it was a lot of it on the floor), it seemed that he cries out to heaven for vengeance, and then like it for fun, and kind of pretty seriously fall off.
-Why zapuściłeś beard? -asked me tight gray-haired devil.
-By resemble Baphometha.
-Oh. -skwitował response , getting smoke in their evil lung .- And why have cut it?
-As people began to confuse me with him. -I said firmly.
-This is interesting ... Puff! -old man began to scream.
the next room through the door looked in. kozłowilk. Gibala the fun with everyone, even the slightest movement, a forward, then backward, and occasionally, but selectively on the sides.
"Yes sir? -asked in the doorway, not daring to continue to stick its snout koźlego.
-Bring me what he wrote our poet.
-poet? -sneered .- Here you have a poet? And by the way is a strange name "Ptyś." -noticed.
-What, you do not like? I really like. -eyes flashed .- Yes, we have a poet ...
-Who is like? Forgive me my boldness, but I would not call "Puff pastry" form of his appearance and manners.
-toy. convenient, "said Satan .- rozsiadając the toy is a poet.
-czlowiekosłoń Like this? Forgive me, but somehow I do not see.
-Do not talk about it anyway. It is very touchy on this point. I had to find him a new job, because he felt useless and fell into depression advised of melancholy. And besides, it is terribly zakompleksiony on the point of his appearance, so please do not talk about it, "człowiekosłoń" because they were offended. At least not in his presence. And as for kozłowilka, that is, Avian, -rehabilitated his speech in the hope that he heard as a servant called him .- is true, sometimes tedious, and not in the best of his manners. Despite this, I think that is charming.
After a moment came Ptyś taszcząc inside with a big roll of toilet paper and it podawszy Satan bowed, then walked out.
-Read! -old man developed a paper before me.

***

When I finished the view even the smallest scrap of paper, I looked into the eyes of Satan, in which children appeared gleam of hope.
-truth that interesting?
-really, just that I'm afraid that I do not understand. In this paper, not a single word. Neither one of the letters. Even the dots, nothing.
-That's it! But it was my turn, I'm afraid that despite the lack of content, which is just a detail, then read a poem from the end ...
-Not content to detail? -interjected.
-small and insignificant. I do not interrupt. Browse the paper started from the end, that is, where is broken, and not since the beginning of the roll. Believe me, a lot of changes.
-For me it's not changing. -stated .- And what is supposed to be the "poem"?
-Not what, but about whom.
-Okay! -annoyed with .- About who?
-O Jesus.
-still do not understand.
-Jesus could be anyone of us. Carry her a long life, until his death. And it reflects a broken piece of paper.
-So you say that I, you, L., kozłowilk ...
-Ptyś.
-Okay, let it be Ptyś, we could be Jesus?
-I say more. Each of us is there. Himself and his own world out in our heads we save, and for others we Poncjuszami Piłatami.
-right, but it is said that Pilate did not want the death of Jesus. -noticed.
-As he stood him up.
-Namely?
-Do you remember the scene where Pilate, after a conversation with Jesus, says he sees no fault in it? Then he washes his hands. He saves his own world and a sense of morality. It is crowd chanting "Crucify", and Pilate is a pawn in this moment.
-Selects the lesser evil?
-so that people do not oppose the power of Caesar, and to avoid unrest and to maintain his post. Saved again.
-No well. -I tried to understand .- And so with Judas? Jesus knew from the beginning that it will issue and how to end. Does this mean that Judas was a pawn in the hands of Jesus?
-Exactly. Pilate Jesus became for him.
roll of toilet paper has become meaningless. I started at the end to see included on the poem, and indeed at this point the lack of any words, just a tiny steel szczególikiem.
-invite you for dinner. -old said after a while .- L. too can come. Only by God, according Dress! And now, excuse me, I have something to do.
Satan stood up to us to say goodbye. Przewalił eyes around the room and mlasnął loud.
-I almost forgot, please read this. -added extending his hand toward me with an envelope, which could see the image of a butterfly .- This is another poem Pluszowo. This already has the words. I hope Discuss it over dinner. Be a 19th Just do not spóźnijcie.

***

When we arrived the building was already dark. We walked up the stairs to the third floor, stumbling incessantly about empty cans sprays, cluttering up the walls and rubbish pieces of various sorts. Reached the 19th hour From the room next door creaked and gave something to see the light that once was stronger, and then suddenly diminished to shine again in a moment even more than before. My first thought was, "-Something is on fire! ." This was indicated by crackling, light and smell of burning. Fortunately, or unfortunately too (do not judge me), that did not happen. When approached the threshold, she us Welcome demonic półżaba-półryba.

spóźniliście not -up! Master of ceremonies will be delighted. and screeching, "she said proudly, lifting the head.

For such a strange monster, a cross between a frog fish, was quite high. She was about half a meter. Her gait was also specific. Crawled over the floor, leaving behind traces of water or a wet slime of a rotting smell of herring. Then the smell no longer felt. A man accustomed to after some fifteen, well, maybe twenty minutes.

-this way. clumsily paw-pointed, directing us to a room whose entrance effectively obscured.

-Mkhm ... -grunted L. - So sorry, we wanted to go.

creature was confused and if pondered over what to do now. In the end, stepped aside, so that we can freely enter.

Room lengthened indefinitely, and with it the age table placed at its center. At the table were hundreds of thousands of chairs. What some five steps were set on the table candlesticks. Were tripods, and each of them, presented a variety of biblical scenes. Job recognized without a problem, or of Cain killing his brother.

I know what sounds seemed to crash. He was an old gramophone, reproducing a CD with the sounds of crackling and blazing fire. I looked at the ceiling, but I could not see it. Instead, the walls were stretching endlessly to the mountains. So it seemed, because most of two meters, the walls disappear into the darkness. This could be scary for some other people who are on our site, but not for me and L. Just as we've seen a lot of quirks to worry about the unnatural and the prevailing peace in the mood.

stood looking at the left and right. One table and the other side, went as far as the eye.

-No, we are in now?

-L. I do not know about you, in which would you go?

-Tam. -pointed gaze to the right.

-this way. -ordered the stone gargoyle from being a grin .- Master is at the top of the table.

Gargoyle probably have to grow from the earth, because we did not notice it when we went Ł inside.

-the top? And where is a mind? -asked, slightly bored and impatient L.

-No there ... I mean right. -friendly creature said .- I see that zignorowaliście request of the master and not you used to create suits ...

gargoyle seemed to upset. Lowered his head and stared for a moment senselessly the floor.

"But that's okay ... -raised his head joyfully .- this we will soon.

-We will, like how?

L.

looked at his eyes searching for answers. On the other hand wybałuszając your eyeballs on me, made it clear that he also has no idea "how?".
-We will, we will. Easy. Wait here, I'll call a tailor.

-No nice! Apart from that, here are a poet, it's still a tailor. -said.

But this probably does not hear, because he ran as the forces in the legs to the second room, from which we came.

-O whore! Poet ... I forgot the envelope with the poem. I left it on the table at home.

This was what I feared most. Demonic półżaba-półryba with prominent smile, turned out to be a tailor. She came to us from the subway and started to measure the measurer. He helped her in this gargoyle. We measured the span of your arms, height, and do not know why, even the length of the thumb. Of course, all meticulously taking notes. Or so it would seem, but only seemed, as I glanced at her notes. There was neither a quarter of the number or anything even though it may resemble. Written only;

"If you like cheese ... you must be a wolf.

Yes, wolves like cheese. Especially the one with the toast.

Toasted tasty anytime,

but the ship into the virgin Amazon

sinking whale has sailed. "

creatures came a moment and returned carrying two suits.

-should fit like a glove. Przymierzcie. And these clothes leave here. -pointed us to a chair.

We looked at each other, and L. decided to execute the command. Suits actually fit perfectly. They were not too tight nor too wide, too long or too short.

-No, and now me.

We went a step for the gargoyles. After about thirty minutes of brisk walking, is jaded. We were already very late. I knew it was me and Ł also seemed just fine with this fact. Only through their overly broad smile did not lose the spirit and seemed to be optimistic. Merrily humming a tune.
-I guess we're late. -noticed?
-What? -gargoyle stopped .- Oh, no, no! Please look at my watch. It is still 18:55.
glanced at his watch. Indeed.
-But how is this possible? After marching a good half hour longer.
-Tu Time is not flowing as it should be loved to swim. Here comes sometimes not even swim. And at this point flow is not on your favor, because unless you do not want to be late?
-No, not, of course. -I said anything, so long only shut .- I have for you one more question.
-Sure.
-left an envelope on your master at home. Sometimes you do not have a copy of this poem Pluszowo?
-No, but you have it. Put your hand into the inner coat pocket.
was there ... I do not even want to ask where he came from there, because probably for the next five minutes I'd have to listen to the answers. Without thinking much sat in a chair and opened the envelope.

"Thirty pieces of silver, in exchange, as a sacrifice.
Thirty took for his life, he thought in good faith.
with panniers full of death, buzzing coins,
walked arm in arm with the other sluts - women.
He walked and walked like a drink after a hearty,
waved panniers full of gold in its ephemeral frasunku.
other clever eye, golden rządne report,
urged him to sell the dagger in the heart as a gift.
But Judas he had no heart gentleman
dagger instead of the heart, drove up in his bones.
I struggled with the attacker, and beat him in the face.
Everything looked allegedly rape,
ugly passer until he dreamed.
-Why do you attack me, me Judas rich.
What -rich, rather buck.
Let me go, because I have the snot.
-Cozze for the buck? Let the robber says expired!
leg-piece has already lost me, sir.
So let , because it is not right.
pig in shit during the fighting, after all no wading.
-Jam, after all no man, not a pig nor human.
Jam ordinary man, greedy beast.
man Just say, say what you know soon.
-Why do not you forgive me that I spółchwale,
but I will say this for the common salt we praise;
you are a moron pędzonym through life.
world says yes, but a bit hidden. "

When I looked, we were at the end of the table, and its top sat the devil dressed in full evening dress.
-Well, exactly. -said with a joyous smile .- I see that you have read the poem Pluszaczka ...
Yes, as you can see ...
-Well, what I say about this? Or not ... First pabulum! -Satan stood up and started yelling .- Ptyś! Do not make guests die of starvation!
Ptyś began to endure various types of food. From the traditional Polish stew, to the oriental snacks, type of fish fugu. Ł sat next to me after left, guessing that I will lead a conversation with gray. They have brought us a variety of crockery and cutlery. We looked at devil.
-Eat, eat.
Why the hell he does not it? I wondered for a moment. I rejected this idea not too long, wondering what could be the reason because I began to hear exactly how my stomach says, almost human voice. Cries out for the slightest morsel of all sorts of delights. I began to have strange feeling that the candlestick flock of Noah from the ark, I carefully watching.
-Well, what you tell me about the work Pluszowo? -old man repeated the question.
-Lyrically knocked me. -stated obgryzając golden chicken wings .- But he admits, a lot of irony in this "work". Judas is almost human.
-Human say? What is this humanity is supposed to be revealed?
-As in what? The imperfection, sinfulness. Errs, lead to the sluts, take care of your own ass ... It's very human. That's selfishness, lays down all the people. And it commits errors. Perhaps when he learns what the world thinks of him, he regrets his request. Probably not want to hear the truth because the truth is usually bitter sometimes. And he prefers to be human, hypocritical. Prefer to live in the belief that it is almost idol, titanium.
-Hmmm ... So you think that all humans are evil?
-Yes. People are angry and will be even worse.
-And you? Why are you angry? -Satan saddened.
-order not to be an angel. Good in its pure form is only for angels, because they only have a total identification of good and evil. With the rest, What I will I will speak, yet you are the fallen ...
-Continue, that's interesting.
-My goodness, that is something good for me, there must be someone else's good. My goodness can cause someone harm. And of course I have a good notion of the sinful. Good for me may be forbidden, and some really bad things, harmful. But you know the Eden ...
-Co, Adam and Eve, right? You drink to that?
-Yes, the tree tempter ... One would like to fix humanity and people.
-just that they can not be repaired. -faced We glacial eyes .- are defect to such an extent as to be rotting from the inside. Kipi sinfulness and are worthy of hell like nobody else. The problem, however, that even hell at this point is for them to be good.
-May I ask why are you here?
-Why? -burst out laughing .- only now just to get back there, I come from. And now it's time for prom!
everywhere, from the walls, the floor, from the darkness above their heads began to Come out people. Dead people. All those who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, by sin ... All dressed in gallium, in a perfectly matching suits and dresses ball.
-What do you mean? -looked confused at the devil.
-To all those who are niereformowalni. To all those who are my ticket to a place that you would call home.
-Need their souls to get back to hell?
-needed their souls, to get here.
L. and I looked at each other in amazement.
-No, I understand. Ł-moaned-
They were saved. Expelled them from hell. But now I'll be needed for the last ritual. To return to his world, I must die at the same time as the two living creatures that are key.
-And what we are supposed to help you? I like how? -asked.
-They are my ticket home. You have a good time taking your life.
-We simply have to kill? An animal?
-Man. I made a pact. I came to the people to turn them, but it is not feasible, therefore, to return, I have to sacrifice human life. These people, however, must to defect to the bone, and the death must be terrified. On the death ... And now go back home.

***

-Ł. What do you think about all this?
edifice we left far behind dragged into a vortex of alleys and streets of avalanches due to transport. Pogrążyliśmy in a maze, where the bus was full.
-Know- wrinkling his forehead began slowly, as if he wondered about what to say .- seems to me that it was, what he said today that loony old man who has sense. I think the fact that it is meaningless to me the worst.
-So also think that I, you, the driver of the bus, we can be Jesuses.
-Well, yes. But look, the old man did not notice one important point.
-enlighten me?
-Christs are for myself so I may accept, but for ourselves we can be Piłatami. Situation and an example of relevant, to what is happening now. The bus driver ceases to be polite in his path. Begins to disperse the machine, in which we are somewhere and we are moving ahead. No longer returns attention to the signs or signals light, but still on the gas. Running over pedestrians, and causes an accident, where everyone, including him perish.
-Oh, what a generous perspective. -ironic .- still tell me that the driver is Satan and he wants our death.
-You know what's going on? The fact that we do not need to be saviors for himself and for others Piłatami. You can also vice versa. Be Christ to someone, and executioner for themselves, a prosecutor, killer.
-Altruism. Only a sadistic.
-Yes. There can be only one. It can not be just be Jesus, or just Pilate. You choose only what you are for others, and who for himself.
-But you can be good for others and also myself.
-not fully and not on the scale, if the choice, but yes, you can be good for you and good for others.
-How do you like anything vaguely explain ...
-Fuck! Do you have trouble concentrating? Ł- apparently upset my attention .- can not be both selfish and selfless!
-could not be right away?
looked Ł for me, and in his eyes clearly sensed sympathy directed toward me. Annoyed him, but I do not know what. I did it unconsciously. After a moment, decided that despite all the thought and complete the topic.
-read book, Coelho "Valkyrie" ...
-I know you said recently.
-Do me a taste coincided with an exceptional sentence of the book, according to which we kill everything we love. So you love your selfishness, but come to the conclusion that it must be for others. You love your wife, but her cheatin '. You love your friend, but ill talk about it and is spreading its secrets. Then when they learn about everything, you cease to love, because marriage ends in divorce, a friend stops to share with you the nuances of his life and breaks up with you at all friendly contacts. All because you're executioner, Pontius. You kill his love. Sometimes deliberately, sometimes not.
-Oh, that is, being selfless, and loving to help people, I reach the conclusion that I'm doing everything for them, and they have my deep esteem, so I'll start to have them? You're wrong Ł It all depends on the individual entity that is the man. However, we are Chrystusoponcjuszami, I agree ...
-see, and now came out that I was not listening. I did not say that killing everything you love is bad. Recall my example of selfishness and think again, and he get to that.
A bus unmoved our views, drove on and on, and if accelerated. It seemed that is increasingly independent of the traffic lights and road signs. The driver seemed to be strangely familiar. Old and in evening dress. I looked for him in the reflection mirror and saw him grow horns ...
-You are my ticket to the house of lords. You're spoiled enough.

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could start like this:
"-I went for a walk into town and came back wet."
However, someone might think that because I have a grudge, when in reality is quite the opposite. Thus, after a brief deliberation to start a bit differently.
"-drenched with premeditation."
Although it sounds strange and even absurd to some, it is a fact which are extremely happy.
sitting and reading a book about the mysterious P. Coelho title "Valkyrie" , I noticed that the sun "dead" for the burial clouds. The wind intensified, and in this moment here, something inside of me, podpowiedziało me, I went for a short walk to the forest. And so I did. Taking the dog passed by the alley of moss and seemingly timeless pines. Returning after 10 minutes, I conclude that a walk is not completely unsatisfactory to me. For a long time without thinking, mongrel discharged home, and he go ahead, but this time in opposite direction, heading towards the city center. Do I have come too far, when the first drop hit the ground. Truth be told, I've only 500, maybe 600 meters.
-I wish I did not have to stop walking through the rain!
-Come on. -calm yourself .- What's so terrible?
-Right. After all, it's just rain.
-Promise to me ... or yourself.
-Okay, so what?
-If you happen to be doing time, get wet.
-even to the last dry noodles? Why not.
MP4 forward Pregnant sound through headphones on my ears. Weather is getting more relevant to the depressive black metal , which sounds for good in my head. Starts to sprinkle. I can see how people toss and picking up their pace as soon as possible to get to their destinations. Probably do not want to get wet. After 10 minutes there is a small, pleasant and most importantly, warm rain, which makes the corners of my mouth are going up. Rain makes me something like euphoria, but not quite. Despite the fact that I have the hood, I'm not going to assume it. As previously decided - Time to get wet! I'm starting to think you
...
When expanding their knowledge of the ages, both for his own satisfaction, and forced a replay, I had to concoct his very close-brain, I ran into something obvious, of which I had never realized. Typically, school knowledge, which we have to win by force, let go of the past, because subconsciously we disclaim it. This is because I tell myself that we learn something unnecessary. We are expanding, because we must. Personally, I think that the school teaches about 80% of unnecessary things we to life and happiness, because I do not see their use in everyday life. Each course includes aspects of the school, which is hopelessly boring and downright useless, and things that actually could be useful, and that actually interest us are only just mentioned. Learning epochs, however, I looked at it from the perspective of modern times. A specifying the subject, I looked at the era in a different light, finding its reflection in youth subcultures, which can be found in everyday life on the streets, at school or a large "anywhere". But this applies not only to the subcultures. I daresay that every person living on earth with his behavior, demeanor, or his own philosophy, reflects some of the data ages.
-Every life is epic?
-For individuals surviving it, for sure.
subculture, a rebellion of people to some aspects of the divide successively on politics, faith, morality, or perception of reality, and many, many other things. Like the romantic era, rebelling against the classical world receive. Therefore, I concluded that subculture emo is nothing like " period storm and stress". A kind of musical revolution (although it is known that not only the music is a factor, which assigns to a subculture). However, to understand what I mean, I have to give a definition of the " period of storm and stress " *.

* Obin - opposition to the rationalism oświeceniowemu, proclaiming the superiority of feeling over reason and imagination, and the superiority of free creativity.

The emo subculture, there is another fact " Werteryzmu "-someone's life in your mind-and existential pain.
metal music also has something to do with romance. Mysticism contained in the texts. Occultism, gotycyzm and sometimes osjanizm or faustyzm. Most metal bands is based on gnosis.
I'm already all wet. On a street aptly named King Casimir the Great, I decide to cross the street, using for that purpose with pedestrian crossings and in spite of everything has come back toward the house, but another, much longer way. I pass people at bus stops hiding from the rain. Amused by this fact, satisfied the weather and my thoughts philosophical, I smile to myself. People while looking at me like a madman. I pass a series of three stops in a straight line each time, smiling, and then going over the bridge over the railway crossing, without interfering with each other in considering my theory.
Even in hip-hop bands, and rap, we can find some value (or rather lack thereof) of modernist. There are also lyrics about love, or those that hang around in about nihilism.
The hip-hop ended its deliberations. Home but still far away and more and more rain. The funniest thing is that I do not mind. Nay, nay! Radiates from the ground as they do weather. I think of something pleasant and generally closer to me not certain, because it passes through my head a thousand different thoughts, memories and stuff. Almost around the house, meet a friend.
-Hi. -cast first.
-Hey, awesome weather. -I prepare to stop.
-Do not stop, even, because I'm flying. I'm calusieńka wet.
-Well, then honor.
After a while I turn around and say.
-Beautiful weather for a walk!
-And give me peace of mind ... -Odkrzykuje in a hurry.
to my nose almost reaches the heavenly smell of wet asphalt. The one who I love so much.

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sun burns high in the sky, scorching the faces of walkers. They wander around like a cheerful and kind in thought, renewing the forest trails that seemed to be forgotten in the winter. Trees, though bare, golden rays radiate in the rays. A moss with berry bushes, fruit somewhere which przepełzają only memories, I feel tired of the garbage company beers and used condoms. That's what, an idyllic landscape forest, how dreary the XXI century.
do not understand and probably do not want to understand the beauty of cluttered forest. I do not see in this art, and not marvel papierkami scattered here and there. I can not stay in meditation and look through the eyes of the soul on the wonderful trash, and reflect on their meaning and how great simplicity (maybe because it's garbage). Indeed, instead of simplicity, I see vulgarity. The human commonness.
-Why and why clutter the woods? -ask yourself this question when I hold the plastic cups from drinks on the branches of trees.
But their place in the forest, yet somehow I can explain.
-Someone did grill, fireplace and like it for fun, and kind of a joke, hung up cups. -translators themselves.
begin to doubt when, after 200 meters you see in the same way the suspended metal bowl, in which all kinds of events usually given chips.
-Someone ate potato chips in the forest? -bother to .- Well, yes, full kulturka. He could not directly from the pack, only for that purpose he took with him a bowl. Hooray for intellectuals! -moron in fact I think (!), But this information will leave for his own subconscious.
Oddly, other people have not phoned the men in white kitlach of kaftanami security in his hands, though I say to myself. Only look at me strangely and did not take any action, just picking up their pace. View
bowl is not for me so incomprehensible and strange, at least when he finds a half-sunken cushions in what should be a river, and in fact mimics the wastewater. And further on in this literal and figurative as dirt, there is a clothes-washing and general.
-Well, maybe someone will carry into the woods. -is a common reference for all those things .- But they must think poznosić any oddities to one of punk, because I will not every day when he ran in the morning to take advantage of them. Although his business!
Lighter debris, thrown into the river flowing from the stream, until it did not come across more, or heap. Then stop. Well, after a month of the piles, it gets a heap.
So what has me in the woods too much? Although there is no forest too great and too small for humans are, because they are too human. In the dense forests there is too much garbage and hence there is a too many people. I just do not want to overwork even walk, and come to the conclusion that long venture into the wilderness is so consuming that dangerous. Alternatively, all the garbage had already discarded prior to entry into the great forest, say, on its outskirts. Thus, hard throw something that's been thrown out, right?
time for my filter rule mankind; people is the only animal species to fully deserving of death. deserve to die in full. And not just for dropping litter, but that they are human beings. At the same time only and up.

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seemed to me that God grabbed by the legs, until I realized the fact that everything has turned to the wrong side of the case. Winter turned into a boring spring, and spring for one day turned into winter. But that does not change the fact that some of the discussions did not lead to anything good, and should not ever place. Well, possibly you can change any such distributions for people to discuss who will not offend the whole world for someone's views and will not be run through the rooms with rage, but from a distance is accepted as second person has to say. Apparently not all are created for discussion.
People love to dead things called materialism, love for people and also to themselves, egocentrism. Compare to the sentimental love of Werther, the hero of a book written by JWGoethego. I can exchange so on to infinity. Thus, no one knew the full nature of love, because no one knew it in all its dimensions.
What is happening to humanity? I discovered this after a superficial and a deep understanding of humanity (though by the end it does not sound good.) People ill invent ii newer name for ever newer things. A simple example. Color between red and pink, then magenta. At least it works under that name and so is placed on the color palette.
How much and how often people get sick? People still get sick, and I dare say that the world is not fully healthy person. One has schizophrenia, forms of cancer, Alzheimer's, third, fourth Down syndrome, another ill sociologically and socially, the other is a racist, alcoholic, or have chronic depression, and one of the walls have moral problems, or is just a bully and a psychopath. The worst part is that infects each other. On the part of the tablets can be purchased in a pharmacy and fight it. While the second did not even have a vaccine that can be introduced to the man and force the body to the generated antibodies to the virus. For some diseases we are afraid to get sick, as they have with us the fear that we do everything just to not get infected. From our fears? We are seeing other patients.
boy has a father and an alcoholic psychopath who, after drinking, abusing him and his mother. In the boy alcohol then produces a fear that I will not even touch him. She is afraid that the alcohol will behave like his daddy.
Everything is for people who can say. From the perspective of time and history, saying that it actually is, but it's not all good. We set ourselves what we take for "the splendor of life" in our existential show. If there is something good for me, does not accept it for value, but at the same time does not negate the goodness, nor does a given aspect, because it may be good for another. But I can say that in my opinion, the value does not exist and I think that is sick. Do not try to convince anyone to do the same to get another follower of his theory, but only to explain and present arguments that say about why I think so. Still, people sometimes attack during the talks, I do not understand ... What are this goal? Upset that I do not want to change the theory to their advantage? I guess only.

***

-Man, why do you keep my feet? -hissed with pain crucified.

-I wanted to touch you one last time and feel that it might be good.

-Yes, certainly, but it hurt ...

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Go near a liquor store and see a pair that they themselves snickersy. In the meantime, while eating, holding hands. Walking slowly, enjoying each other. Time after time I stop, in order to give a kiss and whisper (full mlasków mug) something for the ears. I rushed to the musical genius. Comparison of candy to charity. Then I use this comparison in one of the conversations with the Donkey.

(...)
-Love is a snickers. -translate .- Seeing that someone had them it overlaps the human craving for candy. But first we need to unpack it to get to the sweet caramel, chocolate and peanuts. But there are people who have problems with the unwrapping ... Plucking it from all sides and with all his might, trying as soon as possible to get it. Meanwhile, just one gentle motion. Which, unfortunately, apparently exceeds their manual dexterity. Then angrily throwing candy bar in the corner and do not want more to look at him. And nobody can unpack it for them, because it's their own candy bar. Eating Snickers but once it ends. Or by peanuts, choking, or death, or simply. Or, it is believed that at the moment is too sweet to us and we do not want it to continue to eat ...

In summary, the essence of love is the same sweet candy bar, which is divided into the previously mentioned caramel, chocolate and peanuts. It is about being with someone and share moments with him. Packaging, the things that makes the other person also begins to interest us, and how to get it. A lot of people is greater than and did not know what to do with themselves. Instead of again trying to extract the candy bar, which seek to being with someone, leave it, throwing in a corner. After a failed attempt to give up. Inability to open someone else's candy bar, or no one else can make a person who I like, interested in me. It is impossible for obvious reasons.

PS: Although personally I stick to his "theory of chocolate", which was posted in the post "Nihilijnomiernność day" of 11 November 2010.

***

-Jesus, why do you love me?

-Judas does not give me choice.

-But after all, I'm terrible. Sinful, unjust ... Well, I will give you, after the martyr's death.

-I, Judas, I know.

-So why would you still love me?

-Easy. Give me some time, and ultimately inspire someone to invent chocolate. Then I can stop loving. And both then you will be able to love what he wants. And thanks to one tablet.

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sweet tale of spiritual meaninglessness

There once was a person educated in many directions. He knew the painting, medicine, architecture and many more other fields. He was a loving wife, who died in an accident. A man in spite of her death was very happy, and among the people enjoyed the recognition and respect. He decided one day that his entire life to give to God. Thus, he chose to be on the hill town and began to pray. After a day of prayer and the night, though a little tired, he felt that his spirit thrives. People began to talk about him, that besides the fact that it is a good man, is also of extraordinary faith, since the death of his wife is not broke, and decided to go to the wilderness and pray there. Several people in gratitude for his early assistance and services, decided to help this man in prayer. Thus, he built a hut, so that man does not mókł in the rain and had to shelter from the wind. He even supplied a daily meal in order not to have to interrupt the prayers. A man prayed in these words: "God
cases, I was always close to you and make me serve you well until the end of my days.
One morning, shortly after dawn, a woman arrived and began to sob.
-My son got sick. Not I know what to do. The local doctor can not do anything, sent me here to ask for help.
-Woman, do not you see I bother to pray? - man replied.
-and I know this fact very sorry, but my son is dying.
-So pray with me here, that the Lord took him under his care in Heaven.
woman left in tears. It did not take five days, a man came to the next person. This time, man.
-My house burned down and I have no roof over their heads. -began to speak .- Is pomoglibyście I construction of a new home?
-Man, do not you see I bother to pray?
-see, but not in another architect who could rozrysować new plans for my house.
-So pray with me here to listen to you and you and sent you an architect inspired in his power, because there is no more wonderful architecture from the Creator.
man walked away with bowed head. Such situations are repeated constantly, and people just stopped talking about a praying man. Ceased to carry him food and eventually no one has not visited, nor ask for help. A man felt the same emptiness and sadness.
-God, why do I feel so empty and miserable? After I gave you all my life and vowed to serve you the rest of his days.
-And I gave you a chance. -heard a voice .- But you did not managed to exploit it. Son of a woman who came to beg you for help, died. A man to this day, spends his nights under the stars.

-This tale truly reflects the hypocrisy of the Catholics. -thought when laying their books on the shelf, After it is inventing.
We have talent and do not share them with others. And certainly I'm not talking about the talents of the biblical story of three sons who are the currency. We look at ourselves and we do exclusively for myself. In fact, we are not living, pretending that it is the opposite, not only lying to themselves, but also the rest of the world. For now, effectively.
The last book-No. -I say to her putting it in place.
important to know its value, which provide us with the others. The trick is to know its value, but without pyszałkowatości. He says African proverb
"Frog tried to look as big as an elephant - and broke."
get dressed and leave. Along the way, I pass the playground and children on it. I think that as long as they are, yet are hypocritical and do not pretend anything. They can play with life and life in general. They can enjoy the little things. And we are already too old for this? I guess so, because fewer and fewer things that makes you smile. They brag about their ideas and talents, and for that I admire them. In general, I admire people bragging. I often lack the courage to even show your friends something that I've made, invented, I did. However, this does not mean that it is not subjected to the process of creation. Quite the opposite, categorize everything, and then after years of laughing at his "children". But it is worth working for yourself and for others, because it can take us only happy.

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day passed, and another welcome breakfast. Despite the late hour, the attitude to keep three meals a day. A minimum of three meals. Just at this point I am conservative. I sit and chewing kanapeczkę with ham, but because zaspania, the world around me, does not go to me as it should have and how will an hour. The downside of the time is that while doing nothing runs surprisingly fast, but when you give up any effort, physical or mental, goes on and on. How are bizarre creatures.
-Has any man in the world remembers her as a second at least one day? But as with a stopwatch in hand ... -throw for the next sandwich, which did not even guess that will be eaten .- You know, now you will bite, swallow, including a mug of steaming przepiję and yet terribly hot liquid and then consume ... What do you say?
sandwich, however, was silent, and ham on it did not move.
-I thought so.
I took the first bite.
- "shit will come of it." -pałętać ironically began this sentence in my mind .- But I hope only that, because that would be embarrassing if I lost another day of futility of doing nothing or doing nonsensical things. -noticed.
Why wasting your time and we are in full, will the time wasters? Guzzlers such as television or a computer. In fact, there is nothing interesting. Something flashes, and jump some pictures. Apparently arranged in a logical whole, but only superficially. But we humans, especially the Poles, we are so lazy that sitting all day before these colorful pudłami satisfies us, but it should not be so. Do not go out to the people, for it begins with our favorite program, series, game, or something else. Rather than go out to the people sitting on various instant messaging programs and we pretend that we're talking with someone. The problem is boredom, which spoils us and consequently we do not want We even go to the toilet to urinate, let alone for a walk in the park. We close ourselves together and we do not want anyone else coming into their worlds.
-God, the worst part is that I am one of them. -tells me the bathroom mirror, every time I look in them.
Maybe it's time to invent a story? Cartoons simply and quickly get to the people. Therefore, I will tell you one.

once was a bird, whose only occupation was throwing grain to the nest to a nearby branch. Once this is done, go out after not, throw them back and started playing from the beginning. One day my mother suggested the bird:
-You are my son already so big that I will teach you to fly.
-Come on, Mom . Bird-answer every time, when they heard a proposal from the mother .- not you see I'm busy? Do not disturb.
years passed, and the bird is still doing the same thing with great fun.
-"Son ... -mother began to worry about bird .- already learned to fly?
-Yes, yes, Mom. - lied bird.
-fly So why not play with the other birds?
-They are stupid, Mom. I still fly from morning to night, and they do this.
-And you throw it all day long grain and throw back. What good is it?
Early bird is very upset, so stopped to talk to their mother. Another year passed, and the bird is still doing the same thing. Throwing grain, went after it and threw back to gniazdka.Los but wished that once a grain osunęło and quite fell from the tree. A little bird did not wonder long, he threw behind him. But however, when he realized that she can not fly, it was too late.

-Hmmm ... This drastic little fable. - .- So I thought, I'll tell it a little differently.

once was a bird, whose sole occupation was continuous discharge of grain from the branches. When a grain of collapsing to the ground, flew after failing wlatywał with him on a branch and re-thrown. Other birds have proposed to him that I played a little with them, and flew to a meadow. Bird but each time refused. After some time, no one to him, no longer rose and if it got colder. One day, fate would have it, when the grain was already on the ground, a bird flew by did not, ran a chicken and ate the bird flew ziarnko.Wtedy to a wall and sat down he began to wonder what he is poor now, like I do? He remembered that other birds have proposed to him after all the fun. But when he had leave home, noted that it is completely quiet and the landscape also has changed. Other birds were gone, and summer turned into winter.

Bird is a man wrapped up in meaningless things. Grabbing and throwing grains of this senseless action in which the man is lost. In the first tale, the mother is the epitome of a sound mind. Learning to fly and other birds, it is meaningful action and other people. In the first and the second tale, the bird is recovered, it was too late.
conversation with other people to experience. Each of us has something interesting to say, can teach us something about yourself by a simple narrative. But instead of this, and we learn, we prefer to spend time on things that consume our time. We're all such birds, may we only managed to shake off the lethargy of winter.

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PS: Even though your not you realize how difficult it is to invent a story with a moral.

PS2: The first story is still 2 different morals, lie has no legs and is worth the time to listen to parents.

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awoke dripping with sweat. I know I dreamed about something, but now I can not remember a dream. Danger has passed and the danger of rationalism has been sleepy. I explained to his brain unconsciously, that what happened in this fabulous world has, it was not realistic and altogether there is no right to exist. But what was it? What I saw, felt, heard? Was it so terrible that it is automatically erased from memory, or simply so unimportant and insignificant? But I remember some of their dreams. The biggest problem is that they are indeed real sadistically ... Sadistically, a good formulation. After scorched the candle in a dream I feel the pain. The pain is sometimes so intense that I wake up by him and the wounded place by two seconds if they really existed. Why is this happening? And why every time I can not concentrate enough, would guess that dream?
I look at the night sky searching for something unspecified in the stars. Patches of clouds obscure some places, and everything looks as if the sky at these sites was incomplete, which can compare with the work of a plastic kid from elementary school. Immediately open the window a bit more sobering my sleepy thoughts overwhelming coolness that I no longer sticks to all sides. Do not get sick, at least not quickly. My stomach is burning heat almost paradise tea with lemon and warming (to capacity), raspberry juice. The light is extinguished. Blindly putting in tea on the desk. Despite the darkness I can see how warm it struggles with persistent cold.
What time is it? Anyway void. Why do I need time, since nothing of substance and so no longer happen. At least within the next 5 hours, or until morning. It's funny. My head ghost haunts the memories of the previous day. I feel anxious, but I have no reason. I do not know what it is associated. Now I wonder about the meaning of existence and existence in general. Who I really am and why. Why I am a man, and not on this example dog, cat, or hamster? Or a little specimen type single-cell amoeba ... Well, if I were a furry, or a less developed form of cellular or posiadałbym free will and the ability of rational thinking? Or would the ability to predict what will happen tomorrow, or it would not matter to me? Does your dog lives for the moment and nothing is dead, dying or just as a man unhappy? With each end of the day ... He knows he did the term "boredom" or felt the impotence in the beginning of time? Mitzvah ups and downs, make choices, or automatically operates in codziennościach? And most importantly, is aware of the fact that mortality and longs for the remote for days? Are you sure you remember, because when I look in the eyes of some old mongrel, where he is closer to the ground, rather than spontaneous shift in the forests and meadows, I see the outstanding and almost sickening sadness.
What would happen if I knew the answers to these questions? Nothing would change in me, only it would satisfy my morbid curiosity. In the end I could find other, more involved in the obscurity of the questions ...

***

plane crosses the sky leaving a white scar on it. While on the walk stops watching this phenomenon, while the injury is not vaulting. Passersby probably think I'm some weirdo, since than this, than from that suddenly, mess your head up and stand so over the next 15 minutes. This perplexes me and I am full of admiration for the humanity that do not have wings, able to rise above the skies, and even higher. Not so much physically, sometimes even spiritually. I admire people with great faith in and shatter-proof of various sorts. Science, reason, or morality.

Takes me a girl in a white dress. I see I furtively, but all the time staring blankly at the sky. It stands as good a moment, then I will give in and leave your eyes on her. Our eyes meet. It has a very nice blue eyes. At the sides of her head sticking up two related green ponies gumeczkami with Donald Duck. The girl is serious, then smiling and frowning at the same time showing his beautiful, jagged smile. Repay it with a small smile.
-Prov, sir, what time is it?
not think many look at his watch. It comes
- 12. -statement I finish another smile.
-Thank you.
carefree I see something in her eyes, and such a calm at that moment to feel that I'm the same age as her. 5 or 6th
-Gee, trailed again another master? -amused voice is heard as if her mother pushing a cart with her brother .- Three minutes ago You asked the same thing else.
I look at a woman, and this radiates happiness. I smile at her. The girl and started to run ahead, singing merrily. Suddenly remembers about good manners, stops, turns to me Page, screaming while waving.
-bye, sir!
Parisian freestone Her mother laughs and glances past me, even for me. But I will again mess your head up, but the scar in the sky is no longer visible. Therefore I decided to go on the road, though without any particular purpose. I pass other people. They do not seem to me to be nice. Are somewhat nervous, unsmiling, with burial face, rush somewhere ahead.
I go so now a good moment. I pass the shop windows, mannequins, and florists. He stops in front of a bookstore site, then a spontaneous and involuntary movement as if I open the door. I approach the lady in my hands fall "Golden mean" , steppes akermańskie for the soul. Open on some random page and start reading ...

"The rejection of the principle should not be discussed."

Oh yes. In my head began to rumble up from agreeing with what is written. So many times I tried to convince someone to do something. Most people do not take czyiś reason, therefore, that really just do not listen. Even during a conversation. They are so self-righteous in themselves, they do not even want to acknowledge the fact and disagreed at all costs try to deny the caller various argumentacjami. Why do we men do not listen to each other and why we do not believe that, despite the fact that something is bad for us, for others it may be a wonderful thing ... But I read further.

"As long as you live there is hope."

This quote is very pessimistic for me goes. So much so that until he is himself surprised. Now, as a rebuke, but it appears my hypocrisy associated with the previous quote. Do not "heard" him! I did not accept as I should, because once there have been rumors of type; "As long as you live there is hope that something will go wrong. That all mess up, but not only in their lives, but others as well.'d Never reach their goal ..." And much, much more of this type. So without thinking too much, reach for another quote.

"To love something - it is desirous to live."

In what sense? I began to wonder, but nothing came to mind. I just think that it is very difficult. So how does this relate to the fact that "love" of death? Page fanning
altering the set of ideas underlying in my hands. I found a bookmark, chapter-I do not know exactly what to call it -called "Friendship" .

"A true friend is one who speaks well of me behind my back."

she was frightened by this quote, until my hands spociły. I wonder if this quote also applies to a dispute between friends. But after a while I have no doubt that this is obvious. At least on my part. Know, there are situations where the nerves are taking over man up and sometimes it's different things to different people, but really our words do not coincide with the truth. I do not know why, but at this point, though saddened and a little faded. Before my eyes as the girl's imagination once again stood in a white dress and her carefree smile. And again, the magical serenity in her eyes. Also calms me down. I'm thinking about how people who have ever thought for one's friends and those whom I believe actually, presented and show me to other people. What they say about me and how. In light of what is presented? After a while, however, say that I trust them enough that I should not worry about it.

"It is reprehensible to put friendship over truth. "

now I'm looking for an excuse for myself. I'm looking for, but I can not find it. Although it was a lie for a just cause, I failed one of his friends, showing him firmly tweaked (tuned) the truth.
-You -pig ... I hear behind me.
turn around and I see no one. It is only now realizes that in mind I say to myself.
-lied to a friend!
Yes, fortunately I do not remember when and what circumstances.
-It will not excuse. A lie is a lie, and there's nothing you can not help.
-Right. The inability to be honest with the person who this is expected from you the most when the whole world lying in the living eye. Even defines me as his friend, thinking that I present him as the only person on earth, real and truest truth. Does this mean that I have no friends, because I've always been honest and I passed up the truth?
-I do not know. On this question, you answer yourself ...
-Hmmm ...

"Friend - A man who harms you quite selflessly. "

-Bullshit. -whispers.
Although when I think about some of the squabbles and disputes ...

" Your friend is a man who knows everything about you, and But he likes you. "

-Madman! - again I say in my mind .- I do not even accept his shortcomings, so why he would want to do. I do not understand either. Neither this, nor friendship.
-On it goes.
-In total, it scares me.
-This is probably understandable.
-Jesus, today I am forgiving, even to himself.

"Friends can be of any age. Provided that they are not needed."

-Whore, yet it is not friendship. As someone does not need me he is indifferent.
try to understand, but can not find the message. I guess I take this quote too literally.

"friend try it, but I tried love."

This quote falls particularly to my liking. But what is meant by the test? For each probably something else.
closed "Golden mean", I put down to their original place. I opened the door and leave. Something is happening today with me weird, but not necessarily am unable to determine. Probably much longer stroll today. They may come from the positives and negatives, positives, however, already has found two. Thus, it would be a pity to waste the opportunity ...

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it got cold again and everyone fled to their dens. Pleased by this fact I am going for a walk and sit down on a bench (deptaczek near the church). People do not have. Pleased by this fact, observe, and how gray great empty streets. Casually on the horizon, a passer-by pass without paying the slightest attention to me. I'm glad that it is far enough away that I'm not able to identify the sex and my palette is not under my feet, and I do not have to look at him closely.
beautiful weather. Gray, even though it's almost autumnal already spring. Suddenly I see the right side of something on the promenade in my direction. It's hard not to notice. Shrill, angry pink jacket and in addition to any girl. It is accompanied by the other, but more subdued. This time, turquoise and gray elements. This negates fact, although I know that just come to the meeting. To my ears sharp tongue is coming to one of the girls. Uses "whore" as a prelude to his speech, and then used the word as a pink dot, comma, and finally ending. In addition to that is the fact drącego to the entire street, a pseudo-pop song puszczanego the phone, which must outshout interlocutor to communicate with each other.
-Whore! -odezwało again to my inner self in the head .- soon be here ...
After a while I see them already very thoroughly. On the pink hood, with each step, heaving like a pen. Kitschy connection without taste. Both girls have maybe 13 years, 14th Mountain Sameness of expression and the use of pseudo word "se" , interspersed between the lines like a sophisticated "whore" (presumably in their presumption), overwhelms me.
-What a shit. -again I say to myself in my mind.
At this very moment reminds me of a character metalowca from Krakow. Dark, angry, and dropping some vague thing with the phone, which is nonsense crashing into the walls of Krakow's tenement. The effect of this incident was shocking, arose because there was no echo and can hear the melody, let alone remembering the text of the song.
-Why do young people today listen to music in this way? -I tried to embrace the two situations, one of a few weeks, and the second taking place at this very moment .- After a matter of fact ... you can not hear what you listen, and even if it is just an imitation of the song devoid of any bass and pleasure. Well, because as I talk with someone, do not listen to music and vice versa. It is impossible to combine these two things into one.
-truth. -admitted, the right .- society has degenerated to such an extent that the same apparently he must interfere.
-Okay ... But me personally too bothered by it, and I think other people passing near as well.
stood nearly face to face with a plush pink. The girls were not much higher than the level where you were finding my knees even though I was sitting. I have not sat in some weird way, for example, with his legs over his head, but just like that.
-Whore ... -I blurted out loud.
Both jackets centrally stopped in front of me and girls like this with embarrassment looked at me (but probably do not know what the word means "embarrassing"), interrupting their "kurwowanie" . But I imagined angulation pink bitch beat that thing with the phone ... I smiled at the same modest, although considerably.
-Take the replies ... - replied pink monster.
-First you -interrupted her .- weigh on your tongue, because someone can cut it to you sometime.
emphasized all smiles.
-O whore, but you're fucking ...
-Is ironic? In general, you know the sweet girl, such a concept? You know what, you better go because it poisons my living space, and in total I do not want you to watch.
-A, fuck off ...
pink jacket I have gone further.
-not quite that stupid, it's still trained. -again, my brain said.

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-how people are sometimes bizarre. -thought myself sitting in a chair in the room, the walls of which seemed to me to pull together in time forever.
This is what is physics; long, monotonous, never-ending story about the tensions and other such. By the way ... on what I know with what speed will drop a heap of flies on his forehead Janka? I feel happier not having this knowledge. And probably before I understood it, minąłby long time, and certainly the division would end for good ...
My intent was still to be late on this, the first and very exciting lesson, where basically sleeping. After entering the walls of this building, I met some horrible circumstances in which the zawikłałem effectively enough to go to the physics of very late. What I did? I talked with these circumstances. I went to class after a good 30 minutes from the start, and what is the funniest, entered my presence, though it refused to accept the status of the school. Day passed quietly
quickly and until a long break ... I can easily notice that I never would have thought that any, incident might take place. I went with pierwszoklasistkami a cigarette with their initiative. Asked me about the company and offered a cigarette. Yes, I figured, why not? So, we talked myself sitting on the grass. Well then, I noticed how all the grass from the right side of the school building on fire ... Some imbecile set fire to it either for fun or out of sheer stupidity of a lid. We decided to evaporate from the scene that nobody was to blame us. Then there was the action "fire", well, then the management side entrance closed for good.
summarize: the school will be closed for good by some idiot. There will be no more go out, to be aired. Great!

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-Polish Youth, why are poisons? -throwing woman tearfully stops under my majesty.
my eyes on another woman, quite accidentally passing by, is so significant that only smiles sheepishly. Keep your mouth shut and ignore the query inhaling a cloud of nicotine, together with all this shit contained in cigarettes.
- You need people ... - continues.
-People suck. -speaks my mind.
I still ignore everything and try not to get upset. It is difficult from the perspective of zdenerwowanej person piles to be de-stress. Formed at this time paradox, "angry angry," but not quite. Because you can annoy someone even more, but it will have rather the desired effect.
-You do not even comment on? -woman pulls away, and her hands hung a huge, landed on the bag of groceries.
-As you can see them. -suggests my brain.
But if I said it zaprzeczyłbym yourself, right? Saying a, my answer would not make any sense, because skomentowałbym the whole enterprise, What is your query.
-Niewychowana youth.
-Czepliwe and nosy folks ... - that did not get away from my lips .
do not understand why people cling to the fact that I stand and smoke. And yet these pseudo-patriotic remarks on the poisoning of my ... How not to cigarettes, a vehicle emissions, so the same thing. And that I did not want to speak ...
Eeeee ... no good. Maybe I was a deaf-mute? Oh, great. Assume that for a compelling argument ...

***

-Do not sit, no place.

"But I am Jesus. I replied, astonished - .- There is seating for Jesus?
-No ...
-Well, I'll sit on the cross. -I decided to seek another, a free chair.

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resting on humanity. Apart from this nihilism, even I was judged by a friend that in all holes Milner ... Ot every spring.
donkey had to write a new post, but I think all the ideas he died.

***

What is wrong with the spring? Like everything beautiful, nice, sun shining, warm, because małolaci already in the bushes to rape ... And in this issue. People are cretins. Walking through the forest, on average, every 80 meters, meets najebanych old pryków. One might say, " weekend and Sunday rest, but then they have to rest? That took a whole week after?

By the way, is sad. Moving at any time, (whether to 8:00, 11:00, or 23:00) to meet old men reeling. It got hot and the whole mob powyłaził of burrows. In winter, at least it was quiet and peaceful.

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today without much mental effort on our part. Since dorobiliśmy Oscars Fashion (yes, yes - the name quoted in the original), we feel obliged open a big vote for Sromody Fashion. It's nothing that most of the nominees on both sides of the fence is the same, we invite you to vote! For prize winners do not expect surprises no-praise! Voting in two categories: the worst dressed Members voting with the probe appearing in the left column, blog, tips for Audience Sromodę we report in the comments, where - traditionally - the relative appeal of the culture. Get Started!

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• Alice Point - The Sisyphean work done on the higher penetration leggings than we can.
• Charlize-Mystery - so far did not find the last red and black styling.
• The Men's Side - For everything.
• Excellency Mrs. - The incessant product placement.
• Styledigger - And here a surprise. Not for the styling, and for his infamous podcast!
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dilemmas ego, Essene bread and juice for 3 days:)


Yesterday I was seriously wounded: (Here again, I began to reflect on whether this affected my ego, or maybe something else. Where to begin and end the ego, but where is the altruism and what is altruism?
"Altruism, the opposite selfish attitude of unselfish concern for the welfare of others, according to which, in the event of a collision with someone else's own good should seek to pursue the good of others. The term altruism was introduced by A. Comte, and circulated by the positivists. You can talk about spontaneous altruism, also encountered in the animal world, altruism may also result from a kind of reflection - appearing under various, often distant from each other religious systems - the duty of individuals to others.

Some believe altruism, due to the expected appreciation equivalents usually intangible altruistic behavior induced or a result of such conduct obtain a better assessment of himself, as a subtle form of selfishness. This interpretation, however, undermines the essence of altruistic behavior. Altruism usually means any kind of action which is aimed at conferring an advantage to someone or something (on, idea) to another, without own. Often is associated with the incurring of costs, both real (financial) and psychological (mainly moral). "
Well, if the two of us. But what if the three of us? What if he was at the close of the forces do not give advice to deal with this third person, because I cried the day before the cushion, being the second day of hungry and weak, as having "good" to another human being, I have not done myself to relax, you have planned everything for myself and for which we waited a whole week harówy at home, at work and with the baby. What if I drop? Would the fear of my own interests such as the relaxation time in the week before a computer screen, watching a good movie, which activates my deeply hidden feelings of longing and still need my ego?
In the booklet, a small booklet published by the Nobody's Children Foundation (I recommend the site to all parents: http://www.dobryrodzic.pl/ ) is written that in order to avoid stress, we must also take a moment for yourself, preferably every day. If not it may have consequences for the child. Zszargane nerves, extreme fatigue, and then you just scream and then remorse. You can develop spiritually, but we're still just people who have physical limitations. Or maybe not? Maybe my form is not limited, but it is again stuck in my head. Maybe I can do everything for all three and be super woman, never tired, always attractive and ready ... Only if I want. And here again the question arises whether, in such event, it is my ego? Or maybe it's concern for others, a child who once again hear the cry, instead of understanding, see my cry. I might want to take care of yourself, so that she could avoid it. I love myself, so why altruism? Therefore I do not know, but maybe when my love for myself, and I work every day, will be big enough that I will create the same situation for me, happy and good, then everyone will ask: how do you feel? can you help?, and I reject altruism, smile and say: it will be very nice, thank you. This strange spiritual development and cleansing the liver of organic carrot juice - beet gives me a very hard time.

I did something for himself. For tomorrow ... torment up today for the juice and just call someone and ask for help, I could jump to the store. It is unfortunate that so often I hear the other side: I have my job. It is unfortunate that so often it hurts me again. It probably also is in my head. Extremely fragile, I am today.

Essene bread is baked. Turn it into a traditional, because he, unlike traditional has a chance to have enzymes, does not have the gluten, because it has been digested by enzymes, resulting from the germination of the grains is healthy and full value. Smells so good and probably will. And it starts with a beautifully from the conversation:
"I want bread," but only bread baked "," I can wait for the bread. "
Yes, less than three year olds are sometimes loved, and are usually very demanding. It is a pity that my love for each other does not imply support. I have to work on it.

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Hello dear:)

Today will be very prosaically, because of eating, drinking and green szejkach, which once again saved me. In April last year I decided to take no more meat in the mouth. Contrary to appearances, not only for reasons of health ethics. overflowed the cup of bitterness. I've always had a problem to touch the dead or the creation of the form udka kurzego czy jeszcze jakiejś części ciała, jaka przypominała żywą istotę. Najlepiej, żeby był to kawał fileta, który pod żadnym pozorem nie przypomina niczego co kiedyś żyło. Gorzej jak przy krojeniu zaczynało krwawić. Znów miałam problem...
Przygotowując zajęcia do pracy trafiłam na temat: Animal Welfare i taki też temat wydrukowałam na zajęcia z moimi biznesowymi kursantami. Pytania były następujące:

1. Many vegetarians believe that factory farming is a cruel and unnecessary

practice and that our diets would be healthier if we ate less meat.

Do you agree?



2. Animal rights protesters argue that the export of live animals for

slaughter is uncivilized and should be prohibited under international

law. Do you agree?



3. "Keeping animals in zoos and circuses to entertain human-beings is

selfish and inhumane." Do you agree?



4. Bullfighting, fox-hunting and whale-hunting are part of some

countries traditions. Do you think that Spain, England and Japan

have a right to continue these traditions?



5. "The British spend far too much money on household pets. They

would do better to have fewer cats and dogs and to use the money is

help poor and hungry people. "What do you think?



sixth Would you ever wear a fur coat?



7th Is it right to use animals for medical research or to test cosmetics ?

level of anesthesia in groups, in which the activities carried it struck me, and because anger is my mission on earth, the energy that I have to redo the love is also my driving force. I sat down after work at the computer and decided: I will now show ! I'll show you that you can live, to be even healthier than you and do not hurt anybody. For good measure I went to the page Peta watched a movie that has posted here in the topic post http://drogadoprawdziwegoszczescia.blogspot.com/2010/10/post.html
and enrolled in a 30 day trial of being a veg.

little fooling In fact, I do not eat only vegetarian food vegan, but it was a big step for me and I was happy that it does not contribute to his own person, even one for killing, inhuman killing. This was the last day on which I had meat in my mouth. After several months, unless as a result of cleansing the body with indigestible remains of smiles I felt something in my body is not so. I changed the name and address again, I prepared for my business students, this time in another company and this time the film. So I found a video Fri "Breakthrough" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1roi45o07BI
My first thought: what freaks they eat raw vegetables? As you watch, however, understand why. Taliffero family way of life so I put it, because it (apart from their diet even at the time) all the things I dream. Own home surrounded by nature and living in harmony with it and close It is all about what I dream. I decided to try it and started from the green sheikhs. My first sheikh was the lettuce in a proportion of 40-60, for example, 200 g lettuce, 300 g of ripe bananas and half a big green cucumber. My body felt fantastic after them and demanded more and more. Since then, more and more of my food is raw vegan, even the whole summer was a raw vegan, but with the advent of autumn and winter was not so easy in our climate zone. Do not give up. But after returning to a traditional vegetarian food only in 3 days Christmas Christmas denounced by the needle as much as 4 kilos! This is how I felt terrible if I gave indisputable proof that, however, cooked food and animal origin such as dairy products and eggs are a healthy, cleansed the body fit. I started from January 1, completely vegan diet (as defined in the vegan diet is not as honey) from the sheer weight of raw food. The raw food is not as valuable as that increasing the spring or summer, therefore, pulls me terribly to breads and cereals such as granola heat treated, vegan muesli cookies with fruit syrup or sugar cane, from which corpus comes. I signaled my body eating deficiencies - deficiency of vitamin B. Fortunately, spiritual development goes hand in hand with the development of the subconscious, and so "accidentally" found myself in the market, where the greenhouse, because the greenhouse, but the fresh spinach and fester disappeared. Everything was back to normal and then I try to be the most raw, but I want it and I can:)



Green sheik full of iron, vitamins and pychota:)

100 g fresh spinach leaves
3 medium (2 , 5 large) ripe (those that are wearing brown dots if you do not need to lie still and see)
10 bananas soaked dried dates.

Spinach kidnap in their hands, to throw into the blender, add a glass of summer - 40 degrees - the water blendować until they fly pieces of spinach, gradually add chopped bananas, and finally move dates. Blendować the uniform mass moments and pour into your favorite cup / glass:)
Enjoy:)
nice start to the day after yesterday's hunger strike:) Have a
best day ever! * <3 :*