Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Older Model Mathews Bows
First period - written
The following story, very short and full of sarcasm, is a strong invective against the exaggerated public reaction to the phenomenon of avian influenza.
may be 2006, if the calculations do not fog the mind of a poor searcher.
The date of the funeral earlier in the story, perhaps, not accidental. At least
not quite.
The True Story of the World
The true history of the world tells us that in the beginning was the chicken.
The chicken arrived on Earth riding on an asteroid.
I bet you can not imagine a chicken that travels on an asteroid. Instead
Chicken arrives on earth and straddling the space rock will not burn in contact with the atmosphere through an armature made of special ceramic material. Refractory armor pen, in fact.
Imagine the chicken on Earth. In time we are talking about 3.5 billion years ago. The planet was in turmoil: eruptions and earthquakes.
Chicken, divine entity, and all part of God that we imagine poor with a beard, began to transform the Earth's atmosphere due to nitrogen-fixing bacteria that housed beneath the folds of the legs. No more sulfur and then, but oxygen (the best chicken breathes oxygen, but his hemoglobin can transport any item.)
Then the chicken decided to create a new form of life on Earth.
It took six days, then rested on the seventh. From its droppings
developed protozoa and from that primordial soup prokaryotic cells began to form life as we know it today.
All life is the result of Chicken shit. The chicken itself.
The chicken is divine and sovereign entity, its our world I was born.
Today, in the most recent period of human history (son of the Chicken), has developed a terrible disease that affects chickens.
is not a simple virus.
Chicken is God, God does not care about viruses.
But this is not just a pandemic, it is a Plan. A plan to permanently remove God (the chicken) from our planet.
For millennia, the heart of Asia more humid and repulsive, have been relied on the tremendous evil entities that live on the edge of flashing.
Man, to be lower evil, decided to expel God from the life of our planet. The mystification
start to run, the chickens began to die.
God is leaving us forever.
Our Earth trotterellerà for space-time without a goal. We will go adrift universal hurled stars mortuary, while inside a hole in the Asian soil, the Great Wizards will laugh of human destiny.
is black and wet like a pit, the fate of man.
wisdom and love of chickens do not belong there anymore. Now roam the universe in search of a star with which collide.
And we, on the continents, we will wander in search of bloodthirsty bloody magicians. But
not find them, will have been turned into eggs.
ready to be launched in the darker depths of the universe. 
The following story, very short and full of sarcasm, is a strong invective against the exaggerated public reaction to the phenomenon of avian influenza.
may be 2006, if the calculations do not fog the mind of a poor searcher.
The date of the funeral earlier in the story, perhaps, not accidental. At least
not quite.
The True Story of the World
The true history of the world tells us that in the beginning was the chicken.
The chicken arrived on Earth riding on an asteroid.
I bet you can not imagine a chicken that travels on an asteroid. Instead
Chicken arrives on earth and straddling the space rock will not burn in contact with the atmosphere through an armature made of special ceramic material. Refractory armor pen, in fact.
Imagine the chicken on Earth. In time we are talking about 3.5 billion years ago. The planet was in turmoil: eruptions and earthquakes.
Chicken, divine entity, and all part of God that we imagine poor with a beard, began to transform the Earth's atmosphere due to nitrogen-fixing bacteria that housed beneath the folds of the legs. No more sulfur and then, but oxygen (the best chicken breathes oxygen, but his hemoglobin can transport any item.)
Then the chicken decided to create a new form of life on Earth.
It took six days, then rested on the seventh. From its droppings
developed protozoa and from that primordial soup prokaryotic cells began to form life as we know it today.
All life is the result of Chicken shit. The chicken itself.
The chicken is divine and sovereign entity, its our world I was born.
Today, in the most recent period of human history (son of the Chicken), has developed a terrible disease that affects chickens.
is not a simple virus.
Chicken is God, God does not care about viruses.
But this is not just a pandemic, it is a Plan. A plan to permanently remove God (the chicken) from our planet.
For millennia, the heart of Asia more humid and repulsive, have been relied on the tremendous evil entities that live on the edge of flashing.
Man, to be lower evil, decided to expel God from the life of our planet. The mystification
start to run, the chickens began to die.
God is leaving us forever.
Our Earth trotterellerà for space-time without a goal. We will go adrift universal hurled stars mortuary, while inside a hole in the Asian soil, the Great Wizards will laugh of human destiny.
is black and wet like a pit, the fate of man.
wisdom and love of chickens do not belong there anymore. Now roam the universe in search of a star with which collide.
And we, on the continents, we will wander in search of bloodthirsty bloody magicians. But
not find them, will have been turned into eggs.
ready to be launched in the darker depths of the universe.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Ph No Of Astroloser Beja Daruwala
The Issue # 2 - # 1 wrote
basin is the primary branch of the first order.
Everything comes from the file. Found in unclear circumstances, is evidence of the eternal wave of the Pendulum.
My role is not important, I just have to reassemble the pieces, bring them to the right place. Because they matched, I'm sure.
The Issue is a collection of writings, more or less short, that Romeo has drawn during his stay in the city. They are written by hand on sheets rather confused, with no time references. The only sign that they recognize is the NUMBERING. I tried
to make sense of this material.
This is the first story of Romeo
# 1
The day of my funeral
April 27, 2006, the day of my funeral. It was hot, terribly hot.
crack.
I was completely sweaty armpits and drops on the forehead crazy sped up to 9.8 m / s ² to go and crash on the fibers of cotton T-shirt.
I was dressed in black, while it is customary to wear black to funerals as a sign of respect and sympathy for the bereaved, then I did not want to be too flashy. Like remain anonymous in some cases, you know how.
However, I was there I watched people cry as I was buried. Shit I was sorry to see that situation.
I was dead, but what can you do, sooner or later all we get on a mercedes.
decided to review the people who thronged the perimeter of the pit, so to realize the situation.
Laura, my God, they were two years that I could not see. That fat ass had, those big and hard, as only a woman full of self can have. Big and hard, but not at all disgusting, indeed. We enjoyed a lot of tough meat between those buttocks. In
side by Laura I could clearly see my friends, wept as fountains, someone had like panic attacks, while Marco was the only quiet.
"Bravo Marco, do not cry. It serves no purpose. Come on up, I'm fine, tell the others that nothing happened "Mark
understood. Others are not. Not stopped crying. Shit, as they wept, did not seem true that all these people crying like that for me.
There was the "dry" crying with Marzia, Mirko and Daniel were in a desperate corner.
Rossi in the face, eyes out, all wet with tears and sweat. They looked at me and seemed to say, "it is good to see you, we missed you so much." I said so loud, I screamed in my face. "Why did you run via ?!?!».
But I was not escaped, I was there. All I saw and tried to cheer.
I walked to my parents, my mother and my father in agony as I had ever seen. It was crazy, just remained silent and polished. But he had the face of what has been broken. I mean it is broken inside, broken, shattered, spirits, burned, burned, etched, carved, torn, eaten.
Speaking with my family, I managed to calm them all, unless of course my father, who remained in a state of quiet and distant suffering.
My brothers greeted me rather quietly, with a smile and asked how it feels to die, if you feel bad, if you see something "beyond." I replied that I did not know just what it feels like. In fact I had not the faintest idea.
At some point in the dialogue was interrupted by my friend, Julia.
was literally shocked. Exuded pain. But who the fuck expected it to cause all this suffering? I'd never have done if I had known. There were hundreds of people with their heads bowed to the ground, burnt by the sun, with dark glasses and stained with tears from fingerprints. Hundreds of people were there for me (well, maybe someone was not there because we had to stand or because "we were all"), that responsibility for shit, do harm to people. In any case
Julia came over to me urlandomi hand, was angry, and it was bad.
A female in these conditions is like the nuclear holocaust.
I grabbed his neck. "What the fuck is this a joke ?!?!? Fuck you doing here?!?! You're alive or dead?!?! Who are you ?!?!».
So I replied: "I can not even attend to my funeral?", "I've never owned a fuck, let me at least this. I'll be free to come and go whenever I want? ".
Basically, I realized it was better left alone, people were too upset. I had to wait and let my end up buried in the truest way.
I thought I'd gone to see once in a while with some friends, at least initially. Then I went on visits with relatives, to continue with their parents what can be called a true pilgrimage.
I saw my tombstone rich photo and trinkets, as they do, especially with the young age of the deceased.
What good have a nice grave?
A beautiful stone with lots of memories. What's the use?
let people know that listening to music, I was a sporty type. What's the use? Perhaps the meaning
not ever be able to grasp.
Basically, I'm dead.
basin is the primary branch of the first order.
Everything comes from the file. Found in unclear circumstances, is evidence of the eternal wave of the Pendulum.
My role is not important, I just have to reassemble the pieces, bring them to the right place. Because they matched, I'm sure.
The Issue is a collection of writings, more or less short, that Romeo has drawn during his stay in the city. They are written by hand on sheets rather confused, with no time references. The only sign that they recognize is the NUMBERING. I tried
to make sense of this material.
This is the first story of Romeo
# 1
The day of my funeral
April 27, 2006, the day of my funeral. It was hot, terribly hot.
crack.
I was completely sweaty armpits and drops on the forehead crazy sped up to 9.8 m / s ² to go and crash on the fibers of cotton T-shirt.
I was dressed in black, while it is customary to wear black to funerals as a sign of respect and sympathy for the bereaved, then I did not want to be too flashy. Like remain anonymous in some cases, you know how.
However, I was there I watched people cry as I was buried. Shit I was sorry to see that situation.
I was dead, but what can you do, sooner or later all we get on a mercedes.
decided to review the people who thronged the perimeter of the pit, so to realize the situation.
Laura, my God, they were two years that I could not see. That fat ass had, those big and hard, as only a woman full of self can have. Big and hard, but not at all disgusting, indeed. We enjoyed a lot of tough meat between those buttocks. In
side by Laura I could clearly see my friends, wept as fountains, someone had like panic attacks, while Marco was the only quiet.
"Bravo Marco, do not cry. It serves no purpose. Come on up, I'm fine, tell the others that nothing happened "Mark
understood. Others are not. Not stopped crying. Shit, as they wept, did not seem true that all these people crying like that for me.
There was the "dry" crying with Marzia, Mirko and Daniel were in a desperate corner.
Rossi in the face, eyes out, all wet with tears and sweat. They looked at me and seemed to say, "it is good to see you, we missed you so much." I said so loud, I screamed in my face. "Why did you run via ?!?!».
But I was not escaped, I was there. All I saw and tried to cheer.
I walked to my parents, my mother and my father in agony as I had ever seen. It was crazy, just remained silent and polished. But he had the face of what has been broken. I mean it is broken inside, broken, shattered, spirits, burned, burned, etched, carved, torn, eaten.
Speaking with my family, I managed to calm them all, unless of course my father, who remained in a state of quiet and distant suffering.
My brothers greeted me rather quietly, with a smile and asked how it feels to die, if you feel bad, if you see something "beyond." I replied that I did not know just what it feels like. In fact I had not the faintest idea.
At some point in the dialogue was interrupted by my friend, Julia.
was literally shocked. Exuded pain. But who the fuck expected it to cause all this suffering? I'd never have done if I had known. There were hundreds of people with their heads bowed to the ground, burnt by the sun, with dark glasses and stained with tears from fingerprints. Hundreds of people were there for me (well, maybe someone was not there because we had to stand or because "we were all"), that responsibility for shit, do harm to people. In any case
Julia came over to me urlandomi hand, was angry, and it was bad.
A female in these conditions is like the nuclear holocaust.
I grabbed his neck. "What the fuck is this a joke ?!?!? Fuck you doing here?!?! You're alive or dead?!?! Who are you ?!?!».
So I replied: "I can not even attend to my funeral?", "I've never owned a fuck, let me at least this. I'll be free to come and go whenever I want? ".
Basically, I realized it was better left alone, people were too upset. I had to wait and let my end up buried in the truest way.
I thought I'd gone to see once in a while with some friends, at least initially. Then I went on visits with relatives, to continue with their parents what can be called a true pilgrimage.
I saw my tombstone rich photo and trinkets, as they do, especially with the young age of the deceased.
What good have a nice grave?
A beautiful stone with lots of memories. What's the use?
let people know that listening to music, I was a sporty type. What's the use? Perhaps the meaning
not ever be able to grasp.
Basically, I'm dead.
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Incipit
Hello,
not remember my name. I can not know exactly my position.
All I know, I know, is collected in the writings of Romeo. His life and his thoughts seem to be linked to mine.
I would bet that, looking more carefully, I realize I have already read, seen or experienced these stories.
The background of a gray city, the fog moves chaotically under a streetlight.
We did not perhaps in all this?
Romeo knew it, I have discovered, finding his writings. More I can not say, I could jeopardize everything.
I'm his nemesis. 
Hello,
not remember my name. I can not know exactly my position.
All I know, I know, is collected in the writings of Romeo. His life and his thoughts seem to be linked to mine.
I would bet that, looking more carefully, I realize I have already read, seen or experienced these stories.
The background of a gray city, the fog moves chaotically under a streetlight.
We did not perhaps in all this?
Romeo knew it, I have discovered, finding his writings. More I can not say, I could jeopardize everything.
I'm his nemesis.
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