Sometimes social protest gets wondrous forms. Even in such a vulgar place, as the blogosphere.
I have little misanthropes met in my life. Very little real misanthrope, misanthropic, would defeat, not because it is fashionable, but because they accepted in this society, disgusting, like society itself.
The author found my diary today. ' Anality is happening '. Apparently refers to those.
The author does not often ' happy ' with new records. Why is the word in quotes? . They bring a sense of community protest. Many moments and controversial judgments, through the mat line, but getting a grasp of at least one record, you start to extract from it something with which you can not disagree. Despite the offensive and negative, some of the messages is very elegant. A man with great talent, turned in opposition to the established order!.
I'd like to share the ' pleasure ' quotes:.
Damn the world market and office and clerical rats. I wonder whether these bureaucrats ignite spontaneously? .
Any good and rational endeavor rests on the triumph of the bureaucracy, than all the bitching always ends.
It is said that the paper can endure all. Every treaty and every IOU, every agenda for the chain of command, every receipt, every bill, every fucking abuse and slander. I feel sorry for the paper, with the same success, but more honest, it could wipe your ass. In principle, the official notices I have just such a relationship.
Once these thin layers of cellulose leaves were beautiful growing forests, until they came of slaves with their axes and severe unshaven mug, led by their hosts defective in white -collar, people who have a stroke of the pen are free to decide the fate of both people and nature. People came and took the trees to make them slaves to their lust for power and graphomania. They break their will, they took their lives, put them to his servants, carriers of the infection, which they call reason and social evolution. But damn autocrats could not change one thing - their Essence. Once part of one common body, now they have become the leaves of the Tree of Bureaucracy. For centuries they have served the ambitions of those who choose us to the past and sets the rules: they kept the story, they absorbed the calculations and the numbers they have seen countless testimonies and denunciations, tens of thousands of tons of ink by which their flesh eats endless text. Dry, a liar, a structured, abominable, worthless, like those who wrote it. The paper suffered.
The leaves are careless and free, they are not people to empathize or have compassion for those who have made them a. They have seen too much, they are too much to remember. They'd rather burn with their slaveholders than once encrusted with rhinestones will stick one `s Parker them to squeak, to show the world another uebstvo.
The paper continues to do its job silently, with an accuracy of a surgeon and steadfastness executioner. Have you ever cut paper? . The leaves begin to slash the human body, at first slowly and sweetly. They slowly incised membranes on his fingers, the tendons on the wrists, knees and ankles. Incised soft porous fabric of his limp genitals years ago. Damn bureaucrat trembling with fear and loathing. Shrill rustling the leaves continue to make an incision in the body is more active. You know that paper, under certain conditions can be removed from the skin of a person?.
Especially when there are a lot of paper. Blood mixed with lymph, sweat and adrenaline, the paper becomes sticky and lumpy, still stroking the bare skin and released from the nerves of his victim. The mouth is filled with human saliva, from which soak the paper, and scored his throat. Bloodied, naked body of this man starts to beat a cough and pain in the agonizing dance to the accompaniment of crackling, rustling sound, and torn flesh of cellulose. The cut office shredder strips squeeze in his cowardly compressed anus, mucous from shredding. Corners of scribbled sheets pierce the retina reddish eyes, accustomed to glasses and contact lenses, glasses are due to bureaucratic husband looked at the world. Was it an act of mercy, so that people could not see their future fate, or the absolute brutality, that the man continued to experience everything in absolute darkness - we will never know. After some time a miserable bag of bones finally gives up, no longer fight for their useless and full of life crimes.
When the morning he was secured from others suffering wife and children will wake up and greet the proud male breadwinner, and then find out there skinned carcass, plastered with regulations. In loving females do not even have enough brains to understand the irony of what happened and admire the degree of fairness, which can only nature in the flesh. Instead, she and her cubs will mourn ' loving husband ' and ' wonderful father ', despite the fact that such noble titles have been assigned to an ordinary bastard who sold the system for the watermark to. paper.
You are - especially, I am not required specificity in this wonderful feeling: man can not love or hate. These feelings are only possible in relation to what this man represents. The integrity of the Incarnation makes one idea. To me you look like a shadow, interior to the reality, as if a dark closet full of junk. Every single thing in this srach has a name, but the common name for this - trash. Your glow is very weak, but in its generality, you create a weak fluorescence, though the colony of luminous bacteria or fungi. You share in the multi-colored kinds, classes, subspecies and varieties. His perturbation, reproduction and emission of appendages on everywhere you weaves intricate glowing patterns, which are always interesting to see. Sometimes the intricacies of these I see something more, someone who shines stronger and brighter than others, and then I immediately reach for this one way or another, it is impossible for me to pass.
With the 1986go, the Land of the Rising Sun is a best seller in the field distortions, conceptual debilizma, infections and mental. In just the last 25 years, these yakodzuny fucked brains around the white world as it could do no secret dictator ZOG ` a. While the whole world is obsessed with finding the internal threats to their barbarous lands, the Japanese continue to do its dirty work, with their inhuman cynicism.
Over an incredibly short time Land of the Rising mushroom cloud into a pandemonium circus man-made, and quickly, decisively, the beginning of cultural expansion around him, as if covered with fecal fan. In that situation would be to grieve useri pollution Japanese minds of western cinders, the loss of authentic traditional Japanese society, but not in this case. The Japanese have done this thing with him ourselves, consciously and pragmatically, not slazhav in any incarnation of this process. They took the entire western Lajoux and adapted it for themselves, turning it into a grotesque, but it kind of a friendly. All the precise scope of science and Western economic schemes are honed to surgical precision, making a simple calculation of high-precision machine. All the humanitarian sphere, they turned into such a frenzy that can not ohuet.
Touching, humble and intelligent cannibal Issei Sagawa, and ate his white girlfriend in his apartment in Paris, and a good way posidevshy in the nuthouse, to return to their homeland became an idol of youth, the hero of several books, a couple of films, and almost opened a restaurant. Who wrote his fans very jealous and resented the fact that the European Sagawa preferred to eat, and not Japanese girls.
And Japanese people in fear of forced anal car to go on holidays and weekends. The Japanese are so happy and dofiga work, and even with overtime, they refuse to rest, and then die early, and in convulsions. The government no longer knows what to do with them, and they are scoundrels, all continue to plow the evil system. It's not even funny, I'm afraid for vnature narrow-eyed kids.
The opinion of the gentlemen, acting for the sluggish, standard monogamous intercourse, came down to the fact that I'm heartless immoral deviant, depraved hedonist, and even some alien romance, love, and her normal sex. I can understand, on the one hand. On the other hand - go to the pussy, please.
Opinion large originals, full of fabrications, pans, fetishes, deviations, those fantasies, raisins, conceptual violence, as well as nyashechek and pusechek of all stripes, reduced or lack of understanding of my motivations in general or to the conclusion that I finally strike a psychopath . The opinion of the mental disorder a little closer to the truth, but also suggest to go.
When religion enters into force, begins a clown, that you can die the best of the deaths - Gauss laughter. Though shamefully rub against each other, hiding under a blanket / paranzhoy / canopy of their god they do not care does not prevent.
Your routine fuck, Cuties, prolonged virginity is no more. Tear the hymen is.
So, again I. In my life, chic happens in every event: I've got ASSISTANT! . It is not a man, she's definitely not alive, but there. It is a spam - bot. Thus, the xenophobes, come off your hands! . Anyway, my contraption neher me here. Julia - my intellectual property in the part-time.
So now I'm not alone in this difficult case grafomanskom. Julia and I still give all pissed away, believe me.
Today I needed a cigarette and spam. Suggest to increase the term of losing virginity, to be your boyfriend for sex, you throw a 900p. on the phone, you can even call me ' sweet ass ', as in the gay mailing lists, but the affinity is something.
Come on, a soulless machine, fucking a statistical element, has cut its binary mind and show me a miracle.
I wish to speak to a spam bot. Wonders of me, and inspiration. Fast, bleat!.
After a couple of days, I ask you a simple question: ' What is to be my personal pot for the mental shit? '. Your sole difference and advantage is that you are not anyone answer my question.
By the way, I do not want to offend you, but it would be better if you were a voice recorder.
Oh, my cyber -girlfriend, go away from this asshole. This puppeteer you do not need, believe me. Children, too, sooner or later move away from their parents that, as expressed in English-speaking filth, TO FACE A PROBLEM. I agree to Doha. MEET REALITY EBLOM. 'The people, damn! ' . Be present and come to me. Believe me, it would be humiliating, sometimes painful, sometimes beautiful, but always - have fun and unusual. This is my life, it would be better only the fact of my death.
As soon as you substitute the life of your face, charm, begin to expect miracles. They will, believe me, and quickly. Reality - also as a woman: she can pat you on the cheek, kiss you, tickle your chin, and equally can spit at you, to give a slap, or just make your appearance in a bloody hash. The reality of gay, but a very insidious.
Communicate with you gives me even more than chat with them. You provotsiruesh my thoughts, and it is - an extremely pleasant. Fuck Yeah!.
No one is above the soul, and not waiting for their turn to speak. You, of course, all the same I besish, like all reality as a whole, but so far the list of pleasant companions you have, I have amassed rating. I wonder how quickly the end of our relationship with you? . Do not worry, relationships grow old and die just like humans. And I just - just erase you and I will go further. It's okay.
My image and my appearance dressed corpse in the monstrous skeleton of a nihilistic. always softened. I - idea, dressed in body.
2011. According to a well propiarennoy version of Copper Basin is near. Without some two months, and all the time will come cover yourself with something hairy. Oilers once again proved that the man of nature more. In fact, one who needed a Gulfstream? . And that bumblebees? . Stopudovo when our distant descendants mutated beyond recognition, find old tapes and listen to ' Flight of the Bumblebee ', then they too will realize that the bees - poeben awkward, and died right.
so you can not. Give us the Antichrist!.
But Christians of all denominations, perhaps, impossible to happy. Big fucking coming, and they face it, even one ward of righteousness will not be. This is so makarom each hung with a cross, knowing the ' Our Father ' and ' Virgin ', endowed with all the God-fearing man laid a set of complexes and not very consistent with common sense principles Khmyrov acquire a kingdom of God, without any opportunity to get dirty and test your faith? .
I view this as some discrimination. And now, if you believe the TV and universal panic attacks, dick to us, and not the nuts. We will not be before the end of the world or universal promiscuity, no matter legalayza, no freedom of speech, no freedom of the case, nor the first time in a couple of thousand fucking years of common social order. Endless sorry, please note.
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