dictators fall, all end up leaving the sinking ship. Caen as slugs. Leaving a trail disgusting and slimy, wet. With a gross smell of burnt flesh and blood involved. Begging shelter for them and indulged jarfia of gullible bastard ... that have engendered ill-fated ... while their followers, its fans ... are put to the sword; or converted into believers of the Western faith in a baptism of fire humanitarian and purifying. Certainly nothing like the use of force to transform chaos into democracy, or something ... at least not to bother too much respect they have to eat or dine in front of the television watching live death, while the vague concept of "international community" looking for excuses for the "anxiety" ... the insatiable appetite of the emporium, and other financial corporations. The questions are so utterly obvious as the pain of wounds in hospitals overflowing with civilians as the indelible mark of famines or long lines of refugees, the answers are always changing and often late insufficient.
Today I passed a park in my city. I have not walked. I just quick tour around the perimeter. In the center of it stands immortal, imperishable in polished brass ... "small" statue of a little man. Anyone. I will not say who, to avoid offending a particular country, a particular political creed ... or stupid ... crowd in general, mee ... or atheist Christian bibles, written by Marx. It was a liberating for some. A murderer to others. The nuances are forgotten over time. Reminds us the history. The men change with the weakened will of their hearts. And in the name of freedom ... or any another stupid excuse about cheap, kill ... or encroach intelligence is the same. There are wars all day. So quiet that not even realize that we are its victims. Just do not shoot assault rifles, if not languages \u200b\u200band low-profile keys. Yes ... we are victims and executioners, hidden conflicts, circumspect ... and our enemy is the difference ... and somehow, the evening indifference. (That rare bird hunting)
be despotic, unjust, arbitrary ... is a matter of chance ... (which to be a martyr sacrificed to a cause) or bad luck. Who does not have or have had a parent who is or has been. Innocence does not exist. And although "Force" is the right of the beasts, who has the power ... and not use it?. Then we tear our garments we beat their chests in a dozen mass ... Intermón pay the fee or Greenpeace, we feed the hungry ... drink to the thirsty ... fifty cents at the door asking the supermarket ... Do I am not, myself ... a little autocrat, a tyrant of three to the room ... I write all this crap "ideological", not much better in my internal forum that I know ... Muammar El pimp?. An example as any. (...) Wow, he has another heart attack my dog \u200b\u200b... Now I given every two to three. A full stop and start over ... you get cumbersome.
The soil is washed. (It had pissed the animal) Maybe, I speak only of arbitrariness. How deeply unfair to the human condition. Of "animal" (relatively speaking) that is in us. The instinct for survival. Maybe all these indiscriminate killings, supremacist groups, wars, famine ... only that. Who does not love, too?. Who has not ever felt sorry?. Who has not seen through the eyes of a child crying dawn ...?. Seven-twenty in the morning. Hairy boy wanders now ... misled the house. It is quite possible that what you have to sacrifice ... sooner or later.
Today I passed a park in my city. I have not walked. I just quick tour around the perimeter. In the center of it stands immortal, imperishable in polished brass ... "small" statue of a little man. Anyone. I will not say who, to avoid offending a particular country, a particular political creed ... or stupid ... crowd in general, mee ... or atheist Christian bibles, written by Marx. It was a liberating for some. A murderer to others. The nuances are forgotten over time. Reminds us the history. The men change with the weakened will of their hearts. And in the name of freedom ... or any another stupid excuse about cheap, kill ... or encroach intelligence is the same. There are wars all day. So quiet that not even realize that we are its victims. Just do not shoot assault rifles, if not languages \u200b\u200band low-profile keys. Yes ... we are victims and executioners, hidden conflicts, circumspect ... and our enemy is the difference ... and somehow, the evening indifference. (That rare bird hunting)
be despotic, unjust, arbitrary ... is a matter of chance ... (which to be a martyr sacrificed to a cause) or bad luck. Who does not have or have had a parent who is or has been. Innocence does not exist. And although "Force" is the right of the beasts, who has the power ... and not use it?. Then we tear our garments we beat their chests in a dozen mass ... Intermón pay the fee or Greenpeace, we feed the hungry ... drink to the thirsty ... fifty cents at the door asking the supermarket ... Do I am not, myself ... a little autocrat, a tyrant of three to the room ... I write all this crap "ideological", not much better in my internal forum that I know ... Muammar El pimp?. An example as any. (...) Wow, he has another heart attack my dog \u200b\u200b... Now I given every two to three. A full stop and start over ... you get cumbersome.
The soil is washed. (It had pissed the animal) Maybe, I speak only of arbitrariness. How deeply unfair to the human condition. Of "animal" (relatively speaking) that is in us. The instinct for survival. Maybe all these indiscriminate killings, supremacist groups, wars, famine ... only that. Who does not love, too?. Who has not ever felt sorry?. Who has not seen through the eyes of a child crying dawn ...?. Seven-twenty in the morning. Hairy boy wanders now ... misled the house. It is quite possible that what you have to sacrifice ... sooner or later.
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