Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Sufix Performance Vs Power

The car of desire

Every Wednesday, the man was gray, lonely, looking to have lived and know enough to appreciate a good conversation over everything.
That day there were few people in the tearoom and Mora said he was alone, to tell him a story that would ease.
and he told her a story he had heard a wise man in the Andes:

There was a traveler who had to make a long journey, tied his animal to a cart and began the march toward a destination along with a fixed time limit. He called the animal need, the car I want, at a conference called Placer and the other suffering. So the traveler carried his car right and left, but always to your destination. The faster the car went, the faster the wheels of Enjoyment and Suffering, connected as they were by the same route and carrying as they did the cart of Desire.

But the journey was very long and our traveler was bored, decided to decorate, adorn with many beauties. But the more I embellished the heaviest truck was made for the need, so that curves and slopes, the poor thing grew too exhausted to pull the cart of Desire. In the sandy roads the wheels of Pleasure and Suffering were embedded in the floor.

The traveler desperate, because the road was very long and was very far from his destination, he decided to meditate on the problem and in doing so, he heard the neighing of his old friend. Understanding the message the next morning broke the ornaments of the car, relieved him of his weight early and led at a trot moving your pet to your destination. However, he lost time and was unrecoverable. The next night he returned to meditate and realized, thanks to another message from his friend, who now had to undertake a task doubly difficult because it involved his release.

daybreak he sacrificed the cart of Desire. It is true that in doing so lost the wheel of Pleasure, but he also lost the wheel of suffering. Animal mounted to the need, and on their backs, galloped across the green fields to reach its destination.

Rebuilding Snowmobile Engine



The first tea is bitter like life.
The second is sweet as love.
The third is soft as death.

The Saharawi tea usually invite all visitors and is complimentary to the visitor is to take three teas.

thirst So welcome and I hope you like

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Sharp Pain Between Belly Button And Penus



congratulate ourselves! We have created the perfect system (two points)
Certainty was and is our first confusion and we did (three points) the secret is so confused that everything is all clear and manual (a bonus!) what is this no-no-no the conviction is our salvation! And we have worked with dedication to a life sentence (four points and a bonus!) made a path with thorns of salt from the top and we roll toward the abyss without iodine. Congratulémonos how well do well as unnecessary suffering which cries what hunger does it hurt who do nothing.

Help me help me! Ask the children of this disaster to help me what is disastrous makers I do not understand this please help me what's happening and what will that is not well and give back ( five points, two bonuses! and four trumpets) what that noise would not let me see what is painted cardboard with lyrics that say yes decant today not tomorrow morning.

And so we're more or less, popping eggs salt and sulfur in the face to anyone who happens to head up and whistling How beautiful, how beautiful it all is to not believe the lie what is it what because no lie gentlemen but not sure because the lie is a schism, and schism are not allowed here and ready and point (six points and six trumpets) We what others would not look for blame and not blame. Blood

blood pouring from his eyes that burn what sun ozone which does what where is it? Higher then we light up fires up there and applaud the Holocaust from below, but what is that child of God what it is! Says the lady who scratches his nose buying pasteurized yams and chicken stew for the benefit without wings without neck which is why no guts, no eggs (seven points and seven trumpets Dong!) and calf kill me kill me that I cook that cow milk is pal boy who is dying, God is dying of a flu there filthy (another bonus! Consolation)

what war? What war which war boy freedom, freedom fight boy did not understand that we release do not see that green guy is green as we dress the tree you planted that beautiful green you do not see oh no you see and put a shot in the throat, and just wondering why the time.
What about heaven? What heaven is worth what heaven do not see that no birds flying around you do not see that there is something fly sky is black as all inside now the sky is like us what happiness is that which lung
child what "Alienation? desgénero transfiguration and now everyone is fucked by ass and give it hard to not forget (a star and two extra bonuses!) because that's the idea is the certainty that we have to disappear and no one is born no sir not born until further notice but that is fucked God is fucked to forget them and do not worry you will soon have signs in hotels that say men / women to fuck no one be confused and quiet calm that nobody sees what it is.

And silence. You do not let silence to hear what those people say important that serve nothing more important to fight and send and we like to fight and obey millet (a star, six awesome bonus!) and that's why we hear shut I do not listen. And most certainly quieter more I do not know.

what about nothing? The vacuum is nothing absolute zero is the assurance that we stand with each new day and a good morning a coffee lady a cup of coffee to see the new piece of the world that fell and more good morning sir, and with each sip a new thought that die trying to escape and throw off the yoke that oppresses this existence but discretion is recommended that gentlemen do not want to confuse anyone no sir.

Inspired "Rajatabla" (1970) by Luis Brito Garcia.