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Divine Love legs

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.

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-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.

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-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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implemented at the request of Mr. K. Lisa. :)

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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Koszmarności and colors gold and pink jacket in the afternoon

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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fire from the anus

-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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Sromody 2011!

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!

worst dressed bloggers:

• 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!
• Musthavefashion - absolute musthave for everyone this season!
• Cat Wardrobe - Because we have such a freak!

Sromodę Special Lifetime Achievement Award has already allocated today Kamila H. Small World is beyond competition, we do not receive another chance to mention.

contest will end when we will be more convenient. We invite you to vote.