start to the day. Pure thought. Afternoon
There are few things that make you laugh for real. I mean, I mean, they tried many, but there's nothing sadder than a comedian who makes me laugh. Just as a funny guy who tries to snatch a piece of smile. Do you know where, somewhere, someone makes a joke or says something to ride him first, and you have to smile for strength, as if to education, so that does not understand what it deemed an idiot? So, you think, it is the quiet order of things, it is the eternal infinite balance. God, I thought, could feel an itch.
is the reason why some Sometimes it's better or even necessary, to go unnoticed, to avoid war, to prevent the worsening of a situazione.Poi, moreover, is very pleased to discover a jerk without telling the truth, leaving it to continue to believe that the world moves on to the pedals, we still have the club and will soon invent the wheel. Put your heart in peace, the world needs idiots. Are the fuel of civilization.
why I do not like who they say they all of a piece. They are dangerous and dull, and never have doubts. I think it is stupid to say to an idiot who has a brain the size of a pistachio. They think that we must be proud to point out the ass that the whole of humanity and saw that everyone has the finger pointed at him.
In short, there are people who believe in these things, like democracy, professionalism, experience, and are always ready to get the morality and tell it like it is. They are the ones who know everything about them, who prepared the recipes but then eat pizza and chips, who shake their heads and look at you with compassion. Yes, look at you with compassion and you, to keep them happy, make his face , make the naive and stupid. There's nothing better than to see such a "professional", always one of those self-confident, thinking of teaching you something. That imagines itself to be smarter, more intelligent, more greater than you. Because what matters is the "measure" its measure. Just pretending to be small because they think they are immense.
The truth is that the world resembles a pond there are fishermen on the shore and under the fish can not wait to take the bait. Neither fish nor fishermen know exactly which side they are.
Well, now I'm lost. I wanted to say this: it was months since I laughed like crazy. In two afternoons I've looked all over that found in Italian on GEORGE CARLIN. I do not know. Yeah. You can not know everything. I'm late but it took me a while.
Those who can not get heard, make a note of the name. Why The comedy is intelligent and when it is good means that we are in front of the place of thought in its most obvious kind. With George Carlin, then, is much more thought is pure. Carlin because there simply says that under or over the pond is more or less the same thing. Showing the demarcation line. Let's see who can not be the fish and even the fisherman ...
"George Carlin. 40 years of comedy," Back in Town (1996) "and" It's Bad for Ya (2008) "are subtitled in Italian.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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Barometers.
One of the worst things a person can accumulate in one's life experience is. Let us give due credit to avoid surprises, let us give a commendation, a good rating for all the sunshine that has managed to avoid us, for all those crossroads where we have been able to choose the right path, and that, pulling a long sigh of relief , later proved to be the right choice, at least for us, at least in that circumstance. Let's put on the cross
But for all that prevents us, giudichiamola also for what it actually does not allow us to live: the wickedness, improvisation, that buzz that you feel under the skin when we believe, in no uncertain terms, to go where seems dark to take stakes, falling in the mud or just to collect a big challenge.
The more mundane personal example that comes to mind is indisputably linked to the first kiss. Go, take the mood softie.
The first kiss of the shameless author of this blog, much like the monkey who covers his eyes in the horizontal bar, it was completely random, you probably tried but not quite wanted.
Estate in half between second and third grade. It was the period when the "bomber" jacket was the right set to boost commercial el "Aprilia SR" was the scooter without which you would never really been someone. Well, put the hair, the heat of August and we're all there.
I was at a friend's house, hook situation specially created by some of us to get a free pass. The plan was simple, "we bring it there and see what happens. Oh, the first coming in the middle is the coolest."
For my other friends had already happened, so the anxiety was the last to remain strong in those of us who were left behind, the summer was running out, you could not go outside the group, especially for this kind of thing . I was childishly
engaged to a girl smaller than a year, Manuela (which now has assets of a husband and two children in the Annex). She was brunette, cute, blue eyes and a really endless chatter. Often my friends asked me to overcome the embarrassment, kiss her, at least to keep her quiet. I had tried more than once, but the grip in my stomach always won against the desire to experience the sensation of the lips moist. The questions were many, but how? But how do I do with the language? But I have to turn, spin? The mica should I hide? And how the hell breath? Panic, absolutely to conceal.
We get the point. Living room, me, her and three other couples scattered secluded. Soft lighting, two usual crap, so she knew, I knew it was only a matter of moving your neck more than the limit laid down by puberty. I kissed her and everything was in a truly spontaneous accompaniment to fish lips, nasal breathing is not uncomfortable and regular Wheeling language around that of my beautiful. There
staccato, not after what I remember.
return home, led to glory by the group, I had not even won the champions league, I stopped to think. Probababilmente kissed her more to be like others who will and there I was wrong. It was my first kiss, net of smiles, I'd wasted. Nothing and no one could ever give me this opportunity.
The experience gave me a rule: the first time, the real one, it must be with someone you really feel the need. That need.
experience, gained from the reaction that everyone has, or maybe just me, often decide to do one thing rather than another, thinking that our reaction is again the same, already proven in the past. What, however, tells us that it is right to see her so? If time passes and we, perhaps, to change, what that tells us that we do something away from us, actually, it can still be really? The experience forbids us to test us in some way. We prefer to be sure of ourselves more than agree to do something different than we are accustomed to seeing each other? Could this be a speech universally valid? Friendship for example, we believe that for us the concept of giving or receiving of friendship is always the same? We are ready to change their way of thinking give or receive?
And perhaps it is not the same experience that makes us change your mind about things? It seems so.
So if the experiences change diametrically different points of view, actually, what it's use as a barometer?
not you ask me. I am the monkey who is not looking. The upper one.
One of the worst things a person can accumulate in one's life experience is. Let us give due credit to avoid surprises, let us give a commendation, a good rating for all the sunshine that has managed to avoid us, for all those crossroads where we have been able to choose the right path, and that, pulling a long sigh of relief , later proved to be the right choice, at least for us, at least in that circumstance. Let's put on the cross
But for all that prevents us, giudichiamola also for what it actually does not allow us to live: the wickedness, improvisation, that buzz that you feel under the skin when we believe, in no uncertain terms, to go where seems dark to take stakes, falling in the mud or just to collect a big challenge.
The more mundane personal example that comes to mind is indisputably linked to the first kiss. Go, take the mood softie.
The first kiss of the shameless author of this blog, much like the monkey who covers his eyes in the horizontal bar, it was completely random, you probably tried but not quite wanted.
Estate in half between second and third grade. It was the period when the "bomber" jacket was the right set to boost commercial el "Aprilia SR" was the scooter without which you would never really been someone. Well, put the hair, the heat of August and we're all there.
I was at a friend's house, hook situation specially created by some of us to get a free pass. The plan was simple, "we bring it there and see what happens. Oh, the first coming in the middle is the coolest."
For my other friends had already happened, so the anxiety was the last to remain strong in those of us who were left behind, the summer was running out, you could not go outside the group, especially for this kind of thing . I was childishly
engaged to a girl smaller than a year, Manuela (which now has assets of a husband and two children in the Annex). She was brunette, cute, blue eyes and a really endless chatter. Often my friends asked me to overcome the embarrassment, kiss her, at least to keep her quiet. I had tried more than once, but the grip in my stomach always won against the desire to experience the sensation of the lips moist. The questions were many, but how? But how do I do with the language? But I have to turn, spin? The mica should I hide? And how the hell breath? Panic, absolutely to conceal.
We get the point. Living room, me, her and three other couples scattered secluded. Soft lighting, two usual crap, so she knew, I knew it was only a matter of moving your neck more than the limit laid down by puberty. I kissed her and everything was in a truly spontaneous accompaniment to fish lips, nasal breathing is not uncomfortable and regular Wheeling language around that of my beautiful. There
staccato, not after what I remember.
return home, led to glory by the group, I had not even won the champions league, I stopped to think. Probababilmente kissed her more to be like others who will and there I was wrong. It was my first kiss, net of smiles, I'd wasted. Nothing and no one could ever give me this opportunity.
The experience gave me a rule: the first time, the real one, it must be with someone you really feel the need. That need.
experience, gained from the reaction that everyone has, or maybe just me, often decide to do one thing rather than another, thinking that our reaction is again the same, already proven in the past. What, however, tells us that it is right to see her so? If time passes and we, perhaps, to change, what that tells us that we do something away from us, actually, it can still be really? The experience forbids us to test us in some way. We prefer to be sure of ourselves more than agree to do something different than we are accustomed to seeing each other? Could this be a speech universally valid? Friendship for example, we believe that for us the concept of giving or receiving of friendship is always the same? We are ready to change their way of thinking give or receive?
And perhaps it is not the same experience that makes us change your mind about things? It seems so.
So if the experiences change diametrically different points of view, actually, what it's use as a barometer?
not you ask me. I am the monkey who is not looking. The upper one.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Hair Extensions Birmingham Al Cost
web
I was trapped in the afternoon web. I move, navigate, but I was absolutely still. But luckily I was prey, the spider was never seen. This large sticky spider web in which one is caught like flies. Strange insects, we men interconnected.
I was trapped in the afternoon web. I move, navigate, but I was absolutely still. But luckily I was prey, the spider was never seen. This large sticky spider web in which one is caught like flies. Strange insects, we men interconnected.
paradox, hyperbole, contradictions.
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