impossible task against the Protestants at the fact that I myself speak in my own illustrious centenary and date "I will take life." In both repetírsenos this mode without a word, do you think I scared, or scared, if I shot at the living? Painting is in my face: I have removed and life, and from my mother's womb. What are you going to remove you.
against Protestants by the fact that I myself speak in my own illustrious centenary as a date, yesterday or the day before in
http://neosenmudecidas.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-lo-vives-no-lo- escribes.html :
If I never loved him, write for it. Moreover, since 1950 would have liked to be held no more than none.
But the world will not end on a date other than in the forecast:
"St. Monday May 11" (If you say the voices of BEYOND EVEN IF WE ARE HERE endeavors to root, turned a deaf ear.) All the windows of the churches, tombs, houses, and no windows of the huts but its dust storms at the gates of straw, holes in ceilings throughout chimney, have painted:
"St. Monday May 11 "Will it be in 2015? If you already failed the calendar Perpetual 2009, the date will be placed between interrogations.
"I will take life." Say that as our universal Cordoba Lucius Annaeus Seneca, all in real time a contemporary of Christ (and not wait Nah, you were born the same year) and I remembered last night in
http://soloveorosas2.blogspot.com/2010/02/ death-is-something-awful-the-same-modo.html , is something more than supplied.
"Please famous of the gods, if anyone can rip a man's life, however it can rip any death, a thousand roads lead to this goal." I myself wanted to give my father with that, despised by all, a book that never was, poems, despised: the impublicación, the one to have noticed that this voice that I am there, when it should be repaired, at the time, WHEN ALL HAS BEEN A REPAIR OF THE PAST AND WOUNDS FUTURE, "Way of Spades" was titled, easy way of mockery, murder without a word, burial silencing the voice that was not born with enough financial means to make itself heard, there, where if not all, someone listening, someone opens the door otherwise remains closed and is open grave for sure what it should not compete with us, we do not give as many laps than all of us, ye I hanged as justice would have been. I wanted to bring life, death tear, as well as my sister, in circumstances worse, made more terrible, a life beset by murder that low sky as almost all the shrouds, remove
pulverizing death against those eyes very strict volumes of cancer biology which extracted (including most curious details, for example, if you have a long box of allergies that do not identify with what causes them, watch as the doors cancer) among other things what said our dream back in our sixteen: As the cell divides, play damn at all levels, not only have many papers to kill you cancer, but all the deaths, THIS HORRIBLE DISEASE THAT CALLED FOR LIFE. Take all your cells, one by one as have to divide, and stop them at anaphase I think it was the stage of mitosis more convenient, and that form that "mind of the emperor" that Penrose spoke as if an entire alchemist, an emperor's mind throughout your body, the whole microtubule network interconnecting fibrils which if it had been true, but better, that alchemical image of a painted face in our bellies (there are!, nerve cells, hence, no surprise us that some, or many, think, think with the gut, although some for good and others ... Maybe they alone are qualified), but better: What neurons are not engaged in grotesque feeding, they all aristocratic few cells, for it is their somatic support, glial rest of the body, which all our cells in neuron network, interconnected much better than this crap of Immerse yourself that neither does the job it was born: Communication true knowledge. This interconnection of all cells that are, it would become what recounted Penrose, or I improved: the electric light that thoughts not only on this single coherent state, the pure thinking when it occurs, but all, consistency Every thought, like being trapped in one, BEST, and no longer to get out of there, it is not wanted, it was the goal that stretched from the brain-evolution sphenoid, sphenoid-evolution Discovery paleontologist Anne Dambricourt. I wanted to bring life, and death take my sister, the injustice of the death when he dies so he should not die, and that all go through it, trample on it with indifference, neglect, or we disintegrate, I wanted to take death and only added me, and I only added those heavens and gods he mentions Seneca granted provided the gift of life is starting when his opponent dismissed as impossible!; I wanted to take his death and only me I added more death to my death.
But fuck all the bastards starting facilitated by the gods of "I'll take the life"
discover is thinking what nobody had thought of seeing what everyone had seen , as would the great biochemist and Nobel laureate (also assumed that these ever hits) Szent Gyorgy. And heteme thinking what no one thought, though it seemed, Penrose does not come close, although nothing I had the privilege, as all of them Nobel laureates and not seeing what everyone saw, or access to what they do as well gave them. We have not seen but we will see, to fit what we think as is, or rather, for my mind of the Empress is this: In raise the curtain as I do not want thrown Maat, in which the light flashes as it be known, there is nothing so
hidden not reach .... Or treason or cowardice, nor crime, nor merit, nor, of course, knowledge. Be one of the mind of God be proclaimed and Sibyls and that Einstein was so infatuated and then all the hosts of relativistic and quantum, as if these ladies, and as before!, They have not already been. Wisdom Minoan, Etruscan, Iberian, Berber, Egyptian, who laid the very foundations of Rome, which could last more than a thousand years had not come machismo to burn the books of the Two Goddesses, the ladies and their sensitivity knowledge that Veoiga Etruscan and Iberian-companion or Tages Tagus, and they burn books to seize power from as old as corrupt. An "I'm going to take life" fulfilled, they committed suicide, that everyone, NOS, SUICIDE. A perfect end, where death is the only door gods were men indecent provided.
