loot how one night flight makes one so dizzzy
.what, they dont want me write nooooow no no
n and theres no card int he telephone
Τρίτη 29 Ιουνίου 2010
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couldnt make u feel comfortable
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Start with a Sun and move on out
The future's in the skies above.
The Heavens unfold and a new star is born.
Space and time makin' love.
Oh, what a time we had
Livin' underground.
I move to station number five
See you next time around.
As far as you want and close as you need
It's all yours you know.
This old Earth hasn't really seen it's day
It's here...time to go.
I remember when it was so clear
We were young but the memory still remains.
To pick fruit from a tree, fish from the seas
Now nothin's left here but the stains.
But I can't cry no more, can only be glad
That there's other places we can be.
If the time suites you right I'm leaving tonight
Come fly with me!
couldnt make u feel comfortable
# what the fuck did you ever do with YOUR l?!" 1:21 AM Mar 13th * Reply * Retweet # "I wasn't aware of any structure"
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Start with a Sun and move on out
The future's in the skies above.
The Heavens unfold and a new star is born.
Space and time makin' love.
Oh, what a time we had
Livin' underground.
I move to station number five
See you next time around.
As far as you want and close as you need
It's all yours you know.
This old Earth hasn't really seen it's day
It's here...time to go.
I remember when it was so clear
We were young but the memory still remains.
To pick fruit from a tree, fish from the seas
Now nothin's left here but the stains.
But I can't cry no more, can only be glad
That there's other places we can be.
If the time suites you right I'm leaving tonight
Come fly with me!
Παρασκευή 25 Ιουνίου 2010
Πέμπτη 24 Ιουνίου 2010
Τετάρτη 23 Ιουνίου 2010
Onnistunut elämä
kakin puolin leap of faith that would never have occurred under normal circumstances. I suppose if they are correct I should abandon my newfound faith
“Oi wiz juss walkin - if ya know wott Oi mean blowke, dontcha?”
“Yes...yes of course. And your name...?”
“Jimes. Ope you bawbbies donhh ov a duzen fawms Oi gohha fiw out...gohh may a jobe if yiz donhh moind.”
“Your last name?”
“Wiwsen...Jimes Wiwsen.”
“Spell that please.”
“Joi...aye...em-”
“No, your last name?”
“Whahha abough ih?”
“Spell it.”
“Oh. Woi dint yiz sigh it n’a firss ploice. Wiwsen...dubble ewe...oi...ewhl...ess...ouw...enn. Anywise, Oi aint seen nuffin - n’wheela coim aytta nowhires. Bluddy bahhstid cude a kilt me.”
“Well, I don’t see your name on this list.”
Wilson was just another name on another list. The Cockney from Liverpool had no idea where he was headed, and like thousands of others like him, the fact of his reality wouldn’t come to him for at least a lifetime, if not more. People have all sorts of crazy ideas about hell. Of course, the craziest of all of them is the idea that there’s no way they will ever go there. Then you have the ones that think of hell as an eternity stoking flames. Some imagine creatures with pig like faces. Some think of the devil himself...Satan as he is commonly referred to by countless religions. The human brain is not equipped to conceive the utter simplicity of hell, and perhaps that is why they flirt with the possibility, making earthly existence an experience filled with hatred, fear and suffering. The victims of that existence see it as nothing more than a prelude to eternal peace and beauty. They underestimate the power they have in sheer numbers...power that could bring the same peace and beauty to earthly pursuits. Those that benefit from the misery of others hold fast to the beliefs instilled by organized imstitutions. Essentially, their institutionions provide an insurance policy that exempts them from hell.
James Wilson was a non-believer with no insurance. Finding himself naked and shivering on a cold cement floor, Wilson’s first thought was typical of those like him that had been sentenced to hell. He thought he was in jail.
“Shite. Diss oint loik now jaiw Oi now abite. Ya dinte oiven getta phine cawl.”
A thousand years passed. Wilson no longer had any sense of time and his thoughts were limited to to the misery of his existence on that cold cement floor. It was time for his introduction to the reality of hell. A strange thought entered his mind. He crawled to the cast iron door at one end of the eight by ten foot cell. Wilson grabbed hold of one of many bars and pulled himself to a standing position. He opened the door. (It had never been locked) A pink veil laying at his feet suddenly floated upward, revealing a world of incredible beauty. Tears of relief and joy fell upon that beautiful world - its inhabitants thought it was rain. Over the course of millions of years, they had developed many imaginary beliefs that they called “science.” This unusual way of thinking provided them with tangible and comforting answers to questions they had about their existence.
James attempted to enter the world, but as quickly as that pink veil had revealed it, the veil floated gently downward, covering the world from view. Standing at the edge of a void that contained nothing but blackness, James decided to return to his familiar position on the cold cement cement floor.
To Be Continued...Maybe
“Yes...yes of course. And your name...?”
“Jimes. Ope you bawbbies donhh ov a duzen fawms Oi gohha fiw out...gohh may a jobe if yiz donhh moind.”
“Your last name?”
“Wiwsen...Jimes Wiwsen.”
“Spell that please.”
“Joi...aye...em-”
“No, your last name?”
“Whahha abough ih?”
“Spell it.”
“Oh. Woi dint yiz sigh it n’a firss ploice. Wiwsen...dubble ewe...oi...ewhl...ess...ouw...enn. Anywise, Oi aint seen nuffin - n’wheela coim aytta nowhires. Bluddy bahhstid cude a kilt me.”
“Well, I don’t see your name on this list.”
Wilson was just another name on another list. The Cockney from Liverpool had no idea where he was headed, and like thousands of others like him, the fact of his reality wouldn’t come to him for at least a lifetime, if not more. People have all sorts of crazy ideas about hell. Of course, the craziest of all of them is the idea that there’s no way they will ever go there. Then you have the ones that think of hell as an eternity stoking flames. Some imagine creatures with pig like faces. Some think of the devil himself...Satan as he is commonly referred to by countless religions. The human brain is not equipped to conceive the utter simplicity of hell, and perhaps that is why they flirt with the possibility, making earthly existence an experience filled with hatred, fear and suffering. The victims of that existence see it as nothing more than a prelude to eternal peace and beauty. They underestimate the power they have in sheer numbers...power that could bring the same peace and beauty to earthly pursuits. Those that benefit from the misery of others hold fast to the beliefs instilled by organized imstitutions. Essentially, their institutionions provide an insurance policy that exempts them from hell.
James Wilson was a non-believer with no insurance. Finding himself naked and shivering on a cold cement floor, Wilson’s first thought was typical of those like him that had been sentenced to hell. He thought he was in jail.
“Shite. Diss oint loik now jaiw Oi now abite. Ya dinte oiven getta phine cawl.”
A thousand years passed. Wilson no longer had any sense of time and his thoughts were limited to to the misery of his existence on that cold cement floor. It was time for his introduction to the reality of hell. A strange thought entered his mind. He crawled to the cast iron door at one end of the eight by ten foot cell. Wilson grabbed hold of one of many bars and pulled himself to a standing position. He opened the door. (It had never been locked) A pink veil laying at his feet suddenly floated upward, revealing a world of incredible beauty. Tears of relief and joy fell upon that beautiful world - its inhabitants thought it was rain. Over the course of millions of years, they had developed many imaginary beliefs that they called “science.” This unusual way of thinking provided them with tangible and comforting answers to questions they had about their existence.
James attempted to enter the world, but as quickly as that pink veil had revealed it, the veil floated gently downward, covering the world from view. Standing at the edge of a void that contained nothing but blackness, James decided to return to his familiar position on the cold cement cement floor.
To Be Continued...Maybe
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My Russian friend says, "Vatt de hell ists diss? Tsome kint uff boorscht? Get avay frome me vitt dat crap. By de vay, vere iss dat babushka?"
LOL ♡•*¨*•♫★♫•♥.❀•*¨`*•♡
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My Russian friend says, "Vatt de hell ists diss? Tsome kint uff boorscht? Get avay frome me vitt dat crap. By de vay, vere iss dat babushka?"
LOL ♡•*¨*•♫★♫•♥.❀•*¨`*•♡
just ch
Τρίτη 22 Ιουνίου 2010
You know you're better than chocolate
.hello my twitter sponsor! Iv missed u! Am I doin o.k w the #'s & FF? U good babe!!! " .. the one that barks anytime anyone gets near Miss Kiity?"
"Yeah, that's the one. , I'd say."
"Now Billy, don't start in with your psycho-babbling."
"Okay, but you have to admit, she tries awfully hard to sound as if she's tough...like she might actually do anything...Why don't you invite her down to the 40th?"
"South Bronx? Are you nuts. She'd piss."
Κυριακή 20 Ιουνίου 2010
don't you hate it when you run into the thing you're running from? d is like a mother who was never there.
.happy jus jumping the rocks
--feelign the .wife condition
I mus no hurt u
Σάββατο 19 Ιουνίου 2010
dansing in the night w-y
mökillä
so irreal summer, you have warm
without, temperature change theres no evolution? you put us on a ball
common common u judy trusty
Epävirallinen matka nähtävyyksiin on hyvä ......................................... King
if ii want be quiet what i ll say
meerci
trust what eelse-is-there
mökilläso irreal summer, you have warm
without, temperature change theres no evolution? you put us on a ball
common common u judy trusty
Epävirallinen matka nähtävyyksiin on hyvä ......................................... King
if ii want be quiet what i ll saymeerci
trust what eelse-is-there
Πέμπτη 17 Ιουνίου 2010
Δευτέρα 14 Ιουνίου 2010
An abstraction layer (or abstraction level) is a way of hiding the implementation details of a particular set of functionality.
Integrity s a concept of consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations and outcomes. In wesn ethics, integrity is regarded as the quality of having an intuitive sense
ye okay now u laugh how nice.you wasnt me to look sad
jeans lose to the first team that realizes their strikers and midfielders are quick a skillful, their defenders manifestly x violence Your theme? rahaa.
theme americo
ihmisen matka minän ympäri kapitalisti
for a scandinavian team, the Danes are exciting to watch.
i was coffe shopping with a friend of sadam
Σάββατο 12 Ιουνίου 2010
i really love this hot greek summer (knowing that have a hiding place in the north( when all the corridoors are blow strange air and nights smell nice warm ekso
haha happy for ya there on the rollercoaste
this is hoew aliens see the worldz. there
are these robot s whichthey call human ..very nice people
i was thinking how the dogs stay quiet well
thats basicly what we should do too
.)yes surreal would you give irreal
nada
Πέμπτη 10 Ιουνίου 2010
iran won't break the law. we all know that.
iran won't break the law. we all know that. it is israel that will do that as they have shown their willingness to. iran has never attacked any neighbour, so i fail to see what you mean by 'a flare for the dramatic'. i hope you are not referring to the 'death to israel' slogans because we all want that.. all reasonable minded people that is. no drama there. same as we shouted for the 'death to apartheid'
Τρίτη 8 Ιουνίου 2010
Κυριακή 6 Ιουνίου 2010
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The emotions triggered by fiction are very real.
main leisure activity everywhere is imaginattion
stories are mostly true
i make them .. true
This is how empathy works. You would feel the same seeing someone happily x while shark approaches. In both fiction and reality you sense character’s perspective as yourssss. :o huuli The delight of tragedy
proceeds from consciousness; if i thought it real, would please ? I have argued my emotions are partially insensitive to the contrast between real well
teh show is Not over
unreal can be more moving than real
and its shows me the wittiness of my family (they are more than i thought*
kylla vaan on nii, etta toiveet hyvasta , fyysisesti hyvasta paikasta eli maailmasta ja mielikuvitukselle otollisesta aineistosta eli virtuaalimaailmasta ei tule pettymaan, ei
uskon
stories are mostly true
i make them .. true
This is how empathy works. You would feel the same seeing someone happily x while shark approaches. In both fiction and reality you sense character’s perspective as yourssss. :o huuli The delight of tragedy
proceeds from consciousness; if i thought it real, would please ? I have argued my emotions are partially insensitive to the contrast between real well
teh show is Not over
unreal can be more moving than real
and its shows me the wittiness of my family (they are more than i thought*
kylla vaan on nii, etta toiveet hyvasta , fyysisesti hyvasta paikasta eli maailmasta ja mielikuvitukselle otollisesta aineistosta eli virtuaalimaailmasta ei tule pettymaan, ei
uskon
Τρίτη 1 Ιουνίου 2010
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