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Well obviously that's at least two publications per week is still possible subjects for study, work, practice ... so from now I'd rather not promise any time for my input and them no more.

And here it comes, no waiting:

With a kilo of crimson
A park was once the center of this city, where tourists disgorged money in Indian stores, now yellowed with slanted eyes and young natives now that reek of old wine and sweat, playing dominoes, or just tute spent hours watching walk the "chonis" and the Swedish-synonymous-time whores while rum solidified with advanced their pussies and olives. Today, this park is no longer the brain of the capital, but rather a broken and bleeding artery, full of phlegm, bloody needles and personal droppings once a year, February, dressed up to the world, is adorned with feathers, horns, makeup and fancy Goths are brought to present shows that long forgotten his island roots and currently only intended as an excuse for selling drugs of all kinds not only stigmatized by the community, but those accepted, those equal to or greater than harmful to the councils, for instance, earn fortunes from their taxes as those who spend millions and millions in an anti-smoking campaign that will subsidize Flyers of San Juan with rum and cigarettes Hartemi Crüger. Singular space where the old ladies are very strong grasp of her companion's arm and squeezed the bag against the armpit when go near those Moors who already have too much time invading the park, near jacosos gas permeating the space with ammonia vapor, near-national missing prostitutes or not, because then we are open-minded and close port sixtysomethings queers trying to catch up while the macho point the finger and spit them back. The same Arabs who shouted "free Sahara", the same drug for which we rake in the Christmas charity, the prostitutes themselves displayed shaking hands with the council and the gays themselves who give permission to celebrate their pride one week each year, if not forgotten back to the drawer past the seven days, because no matter how holy we believe to be by far an empty heart that we say have interest, however much they pretend to create social awareness, basically junk, surface of consciousness limpiaderos fantastic catapult Derrick infernal twins, because at the moment of truth we all go quickly and without looking at the black side of calling in the English Court, we covered the nose when the beggars are piss up, we were shocked by two men lips kiss in the middle of the street and, ultimately, our desire is that a rain like that Travis Bickle longed fall in a fucking time on citizen scum, since, after all, life would be easier without having to pretend.
Among the putrefaction of which we all belong, sometimes people come and I do not mean guardian angels, people, human animals instead of human beasts, whose way of life not based on the double standards of "puedogastarmecincuentaeurosenunacomidasinpreocuparmedelosniñitosnegrosquepasanhambreporquetodoslosmesesledoydiezeurosalacruzroja "but in listening, speech and act soon enough in self-esteem, living your life, because it helps the most but the least obtrusive. Of these real people was a woman, which most, especially those who were not born during his lifetime, we have the image of old tender full of painting, with shading ridiculous in the eyes that made her look like a raccoon wrinkled and anorexic, trajitos wearing pigtails style and Minie Mouse as elementary girls. But above all, know as a woman who despite their misfortunes by desamoríos in the village of rocks, he decided to go down, who knows when, because like all eternity, she was always there-to the capital province, to that which has long Parquito visited Atlantic and the tourists crowded along with this historical character to be photographed with her. A living symbol of the eight islands are not as lucky as you think / thought, but if it's worth living in them, not so much by sea, its scent, its atmosphere, but because from time to time, these bits of land made from sauce and fire, the same materials as hell, people like her come, some of which still feel like being ... his statue, surrounded by her true friends, the cats, who are not telling the topical Humiliate phrase "are more human than people 'because rather his pride and love that release is based on" accept that they are animals, not claims, not us. " And there's his picture, inamobible ... there are many more statues of other characters: from Prieto in Triana, Thomas Morales in its namesake street, Galdós in theater ... all pigeon droppings, gnawed by the sea, wind or both phenomena, forgotten ... but it, is impeccable, as the body of the saints of ensuring that remain uncorrupted and there are both tourists and natives of the islands to take pictures next to it, because even if the big names go down in history who are little people who transform.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBX-CNB_f_U&feature=related

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Well obviously that's at least two publications per week is still possible subjects for study, work, practice ... so from now I'd rather not promise any time for my input and them no more.

And here it comes, no waiting:

With a kilo of crimson
A park was once the center of this city, where tourists disgorged money in Indian stores, now yellowed with slanted eyes and young natives now that reek of old wine and sweat, playing dominoes, or just tute spent hours watching walk the "chonis" and the Swedish-synonymous-time whores while rum solidified with advanced their pussies and olives. Today, this park is no longer the brain of the capital, but rather a broken and bleeding artery, full of phlegm, bloody needles and personal droppings once a year, February, dressed up to the world, is adorned with feathers, horns, makeup and fancy Goths are brought to present shows that long forgotten his island roots and currently only intended as an excuse for selling drugs of all kinds not only stigmatized by the community, but those accepted, those equal to or greater than harmful to the councils, for instance, earn fortunes from their taxes as those who spend millions and millions in an anti-smoking campaign that will subsidize Flyers of San Juan with rum and cigarettes Hartemi Crüger. Singular space where the old ladies are very strong grasp of her companion's arm and squeezed the bag against the armpit when go near those Moors who already have too much time invading the park, near jacosos gas permeating the space with ammonia vapor, near-national missing prostitutes or not, because then we are open-minded and close port sixtysomethings queers trying to catch up while the macho point the finger and spit them back. The same Arabs who shouted "free Sahara", the same drug for which we rake in the Christmas charity, the prostitutes themselves displayed shaking hands with the council and the gays themselves who give permission to celebrate their pride one week each year, if not forgotten back to the drawer past the seven days, because no matter how holy we believe to be by far an empty heart that we say have interest, however much they pretend to create social awareness, basically junk, surface of consciousness limpiaderos fantastic catapult Derrick infernal twins, because at the moment of truth we all go quickly and without looking at the black side of calling in the English Court, we covered the nose when the beggars are piss up, we were shocked by two men lips kiss in the middle of the street and, ultimately, our desire is that a rain like that Travis Bickle longed fall in a fucking time on citizen scum, since, after all, life would be easier without having to pretend.
Among the putrefaction of which we all belong, sometimes people come and I do not mean guardian angels, people, human animals instead of human beasts, whose way of life not based on the double standards of "puedogastarmecincuentaeurosenunacomidasinpreocuparmedelosniñitosnegrosquepasanhambreporquetodoslosmesesledoydiezeurosalacruzroja "but in listening, speech and act soon enough in self-esteem, living your life, because it helps the most but the least obtrusive. Of these real people was a woman, which most, especially those who were not born during his lifetime, we have the image of old tender full of painting, with shading ridiculous in the eyes that made her look like a raccoon wrinkled and anorexic, trajitos wearing pigtails style and Minie Mouse as elementary girls. But above all, know as a woman who despite their misfortunes by desamoríos in the village of rocks, he decided to go down, who knows when, because like all eternity, she was always there-to the capital province, to that which has long Parquito visited Atlantic and the tourists crowded along with this historical character to be photographed with her. A living symbol of the eight islands are not as lucky as you think / thought, but if it's worth living in them, not so much by sea, its scent, its atmosphere, but because from time to time, these bits of land made from sauce and fire, the same materials as hell, people like her come, some of which still feel like being ... his statue, surrounded by her true friends, the cats, who are not telling the topical Humiliate phrase "are more human than people 'because rather his pride and love that release is based on" accept that they are animals, not claims, not us. " And there's his picture, inamobible ... there are many more statues of other characters: from Prieto in Triana, Thomas Morales in its namesake street, Galdós in theater ... all pigeon droppings, gnawed by the sea, wind or both phenomena, forgotten ... but it, is impeccable, as the body of the saints of ensuring that remain uncorrupted and there are both tourists and natives of the islands to take pictures next to it, because even if the big names go down in history who are little people who transform.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBX-CNB_f_U&feature=related

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Well obviously that's at least two publications per week is still possible subjects for study, work, practice ... so from now I'd rather not promise any time for my input and them no more.

And here it comes, no waiting:

With a kilo of crimson
A park was once the center of this city, where tourists disgorged money in Indian stores, now yellowed with slanted eyes and young natives now that reek of old wine and sweat, playing dominoes, or just tute spent hours watching walk the "chonis" and the Swedish-synonymous-time whores while rum solidified with advanced their pussies and olives. Today, this park is no longer the brain of the capital, but rather a broken and bleeding artery, full of phlegm, bloody needles and personal droppings once a year, February, dressed up to the world, is adorned with feathers, horns, makeup and fancy Goths are brought to present shows that long forgotten his island roots and currently only intended as an excuse for selling drugs of all kinds not only stigmatized by the community, but those accepted, those equal to or greater than harmful to the councils, for instance, earn fortunes from their taxes as those who spend millions and millions in an anti-smoking campaign that will subsidize Flyers of San Juan with rum and cigarettes Hartemi Crüger. Singular space where the old ladies are very strong grasp of her companion's arm and squeezed the bag against the armpit when go near those Moors who already have too much time invading the park, near jacosos gas permeating the space with ammonia vapor, near-national missing prostitutes or not, because then we are open-minded and close port sixtysomethings queers trying to catch up while the macho point the finger and spit them back. The same Arabs who shouted "free Sahara", the same drug for which we rake in the Christmas charity, the prostitutes themselves displayed shaking hands with the council and the gays themselves who give permission to celebrate their pride one week each year, if not forgotten back to the drawer past the seven days, because no matter how holy we believe to be by far an empty heart that we say have interest, however much they pretend to create social awareness, basically junk, surface of consciousness limpiaderos fantastic catapult Derrick infernal twins, because at the moment of truth we all go quickly and without looking at the black side of calling in the English Court, we covered the nose when the beggars are piss up, we were shocked by two men lips kiss in the middle of the street and, ultimately, our desire is that a rain like that Travis Bickle longed fall in a fucking time on citizen scum, since, after all, life would be easier without having to pretend.
Among the putrefaction of which we all belong, sometimes people come and I do not mean guardian angels, people, human animals instead of human beasts, whose way of life not based on the double standards of "puedogastarmecincuentaeurosenunacomidasinpreocuparmedelosniñitosnegrosquepasanhambreporquetodoslosmesesledoydiezeurosalacruzroja "but in listening, speech and act soon enough in self-esteem, living your life, because it helps the most but the least obtrusive. Of these real people was a woman, which most, especially those who were not born during his lifetime, we have the image of old tender full of painting, with shading ridiculous in the eyes that made her look like a raccoon wrinkled and anorexic, trajitos wearing pigtails style and Minie Mouse as elementary girls. But above all, know as a woman who despite their misfortunes by desamoríos in the village of rocks, he decided to go down, who knows when, because like all eternity, she was always there-to the capital province, to that which has long Parquito visited Atlantic and the tourists crowded along with this historical character to be photographed with her. A living symbol of the eight islands are not as lucky as you think / thought, but if it's worth living in them, not so much by sea, its scent, its atmosphere, but because from time to time, these bits of land made from sauce and fire, the same materials as hell, people like her come, some of which still feel like being ... his statue, surrounded by her true friends, the cats, who are not telling the topical Humiliate phrase "are more human than people 'because rather his pride and love that release is based on" accept that they are animals, not claims, not us. " And there's his picture, inamobible ... there are many more statues of other characters: from Prieto in Triana, Thomas Morales in its namesake street, Galdós in theater ... all pigeon droppings, gnawed by the sea, wind or both phenomena, forgotten ... but it, is impeccable, as the body of the saints of ensuring that remain uncorrupted and there are both tourists and natives of the islands to take pictures next to it, because even if the big names go down in history who are little people who transform.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBX-CNB_f_U&feature=related

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Well obviously that's at least two publications per week is still possible subjects for study, work, practice ... so from now I'd rather not promise any time for my input and them no more.

And here it comes, no waiting:

With a kilo of crimson
A park was once the center of this city, where tourists disgorged money in Indian stores, now yellowed with slanted eyes and young natives now that reek of old wine and sweat, playing dominoes, or just tute spent hours watching walk the "chonis" and the Swedish-synonymous-time whores while rum solidified with advanced their pussies and olives. Today, this park is no longer the brain of the capital, but rather a broken and bleeding artery, full of phlegm, bloody needles and personal droppings once a year, February, dressed up to the world, is adorned with feathers, horns, makeup and fancy Goths are brought to present shows that long forgotten his island roots and currently only intended as an excuse for selling drugs of all kinds not only stigmatized by the community, but those accepted, those equal to or greater than harmful to the councils, for instance, earn fortunes from their taxes as those who spend millions and millions in an anti-smoking campaign that will subsidize Flyers of San Juan with rum and cigarettes Hartemi Crüger. Singular space where the old ladies are very strong grasp of her companion's arm and squeezed the bag against the armpit when go near those Moors who already have too much time invading the park, near jacosos gas permeating the space with ammonia vapor, near-national missing prostitutes or not, because then we are open-minded and close port sixtysomethings queers trying to catch up while the macho point the finger and spit them back. The same Arabs who shouted "free Sahara", the same drug for which we rake in the Christmas charity, the prostitutes themselves displayed shaking hands with the council and the gays themselves who give permission to celebrate their pride one week each year, if not forgotten back to the drawer past the seven days, because no matter how holy we believe to be by far an empty heart that we say have interest, however much they pretend to create social awareness, basically junk, surface of consciousness limpiaderos fantastic catapult Derrick infernal twins, because at the moment of truth we all go quickly and without looking at the black side of calling in the English Court, we covered the nose when the beggars are piss up, we were shocked by two men lips kiss in the middle of the street and, ultimately, our desire is that a rain like that Travis Bickle longed fall in a fucking time on citizen scum, since, after all, life would be easier without having to pretend.
Among the putrefaction of which we all belong, sometimes people come and I do not mean guardian angels, people, human animals instead of human beasts, whose way of life not based on the double standards of "puedogastarmecincuentaeurosenunacomidasinpreocuparmedelosniñitosnegrosquepasanhambreporquetodoslosmesesledoydiezeurosalacruzroja "but in listening, speech and act soon enough in self-esteem, living your life, because it helps the most but the least obtrusive. Of these real people was a woman, which most, especially those who were not born during his lifetime, we have the image of old tender full of painting, with shading ridiculous in the eyes that made her look like a raccoon wrinkled and anorexic, trajitos wearing pigtails style and Minie Mouse as elementary girls. But above all, know as a woman who despite their misfortunes by desamoríos in the village of rocks, he decided to go down, who knows when, because like all eternity, she was always there-to the capital province, to that which has long Parquito visited Atlantic and the tourists crowded along with this historical character to be photographed with her. A living symbol of the eight islands are not as lucky as you think / thought, but if it's worth living in them, not so much by sea, its scent, its atmosphere, but because from time to time, these bits of land made from sauce and fire, the same materials as hell, people like her come, some of which still feel like being ... his statue, surrounded by her true friends, the cats, who are not telling the topical Humiliate phrase "are more human than people 'because rather his pride and love that release is based on" accept that they are animals, not claims, not us. " And there's his picture, inamobible ... there are many more statues of other characters: from Prieto in Triana, Thomas Morales in its namesake street, Galdós in theater ... all pigeon droppings, gnawed by the sea, wind or both phenomena, forgotten ... but it, is impeccable, as the body of the saints of ensuring that remain uncorrupted and there are both tourists and natives of the islands to take pictures next to it, because even if the big names go down in history who are little people who transform.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBX-CNB_f_U&feature=related

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Well obviously that's at least two publications per week is still possible subjects for study, work, practice ... so from now I'd rather not promise any time for my input and them no more.

And here it comes, no waiting:

With a kilo of crimson
A park was once the center of this city, where tourists disgorged money in Indian stores, now yellowed with slanted eyes and young natives now that reek of old wine and sweat, playing dominoes, or just tute spent hours watching walk the "chonis" and the Swedish-synonymous-time whores while rum solidified with advanced their pussies and olives. Today, this park is no longer the brain of the capital, but rather a broken and bleeding artery, full of phlegm, bloody needles and personal droppings once a year, February, dressed up to the world, is adorned with feathers, horns, makeup and fancy Goths are brought to present shows that long forgotten his island roots and currently only intended as an excuse for selling drugs of all kinds not only stigmatized by the community, but those accepted, those equal to or greater than harmful to the councils, for instance, earn fortunes from their taxes as those who spend millions and millions in an anti-smoking campaign that will subsidize Flyers of San Juan with rum and cigarettes Hartemi Crüger. Singular space where the old ladies are very strong grasp of her companion's arm and squeezed the bag against the armpit when go near those Moors who already have too much time invading the park, near jacosos gas permeating the space with ammonia vapor, near-national missing prostitutes or not, because then we are open-minded and close port sixtysomethings queers trying to catch up while the macho point the finger and spit them back. The same Arabs who shouted "free Sahara", the same drug for which we rake in the Christmas charity, the prostitutes themselves displayed shaking hands with the council and the gays themselves who give permission to celebrate their pride one week each year, if not forgotten back to the drawer past the seven days, because no matter how holy we believe to be by far an empty heart that we say have interest, however much they pretend to create social awareness, basically junk, surface of consciousness limpiaderos fantastic catapult Derrick infernal twins, because at the moment of truth we all go quickly and without looking at the black side of calling in the English Court, we covered the nose when the beggars are piss up, we were shocked by two men lips kiss in the middle of the street and, ultimately, our desire is that a rain like that Travis Bickle longed fall in a fucking time on citizen scum, since, after all, life would be easier without having to pretend.
Among the putrefaction of which we all belong, sometimes people come and I do not mean guardian angels, people, human animals instead of human beasts, whose way of life not based on the double standards of "puedogastarmecincuentaeurosenunacomidasinpreocuparmedelosniñitosnegrosquepasanhambreporquetodoslosmesesledoydiezeurosalacruzroja "but in listening, speech and act soon enough in self-esteem, living your life, because it helps the most but the least obtrusive. Of these real people was a woman, which most, especially those who were not born during his lifetime, we have the image of old tender full of painting, with shading ridiculous in the eyes that made her look like a raccoon wrinkled and anorexic, trajitos wearing pigtails style and Minie Mouse as elementary girls. But above all, know as a woman who despite their misfortunes by desamoríos in the village of rocks, he decided to go down, who knows when, because like all eternity, she was always there-to the capital province, to that which has long Parquito visited Atlantic and the tourists crowded along with this historical character to be photographed with her. A living symbol of the eight islands are not as lucky as you think / thought, but if it's worth living in them, not so much by sea, its scent, its atmosphere, but because from time to time, these bits of land made from sauce and fire, the same materials as hell, people like her come, some of which still feel like being ... his statue, surrounded by her true friends, the cats, who are not telling the topical Humiliate phrase "are more human than people 'because rather his pride and love that release is based on" accept that they are animals, not claims, not us. " And there's his picture, inamobible ... there are many more statues of other characters: from Prieto in Triana, Thomas Morales in its namesake street, Galdós in theater ... all pigeon droppings, gnawed by the sea, wind or both phenomena, forgotten ... but it, is impeccable, as the body of the saints of ensuring that remain uncorrupted and there are both tourists and natives of the islands to take pictures next to it, because even if the big names go down in history who are little people who transform.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBX-CNB_f_U&feature=related

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For that, a snack this week's entries. Then, a reflection cortita I put in my facebook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I escrbiéndola:

Fighting for our interests, objectives and targets is not a right: it is an obligation. We have a moral commitment to those around us not cease in our struggle, because often there are people who feel weak in themselves to go into battle to achieve your dreams, choose to do so by observing ke who dared before them.

Spasms In Lower Right Stomach

Appetizer Entrée

For that, a snack this week's entries. Then, a reflection cortita I put in my facebook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I escrbiéndola:

Fighting for our interests, objectives and targets is not a right: it is an obligation. We have a moral commitment to those around us not cease in our struggle, because often there are people who feel weak in themselves to go into battle to achieve your dreams, choose to do so by observing ke who dared before them.

Spasms In Lower Right Stomach

Appetizer Entrée

For that, a snack this week's entries. Then, a reflection cortita I put in my facebook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I escrbiéndola:

Fighting for our interests, objectives and targets is not a right: it is an obligation. We have a moral commitment to those around us not cease in our struggle, because often there are people who feel weak in themselves to go into battle to achieve your dreams, choose to do so by observing ke who dared before them.

Spasms In Lower Right Stomach

Appetizer Entrée

For that, a snack this week's entries. Then, a reflection cortita I put in my facebook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I escrbiéndola:

Fighting for our interests, objectives and targets is not a right: it is an obligation. We have a moral commitment to those around us not cease in our struggle, because often there are people who feel weak in themselves to go into battle to achieve your dreams, choose to do so by observing ke who dared before them.

Spasms In Lower Right Stomach

Appetizer Entrée

For that, a snack this week's entries. Then, a reflection cortita I put in my facebook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I escrbiéndola:

Fighting for our interests, objectives and targets is not a right: it is an obligation. We have a moral commitment to those around us not cease in our struggle, because often there are people who feel weak in themselves to go into battle to achieve your dreams, choose to do so by observing ke who dared before them.

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fail again Well my word ... the field trip could be me and not had much encouragement to get writing lol. I will try to compensate for the brief reflection today I announced in my last post. No more waiting I offer my opinion on:

If everything is relative, then what we do with the phrase?
It is from there since where labor: to heed the statement "everything is relative" would have to assume that this fact is always true, that assertion must be true at any time, place, context ... that is, to accept that everything is relative must accept that the phrase "everything is relative" is absolute. I believe that a theory which is based on a totally opposite of what it defends gaps everywhere. Similarly, as I said when I swallow this hoax, we could use another sentence: "The exception proves the rule." But if we use this lifeline of new contradictions arise, mainly two:

"On the one hand, would not only accept that the sentence "Everything is relative" is absolute, but should also be made the same observation with "the exception proves the rule" ... that is, to accept that everything is relative, negotiable so we accept that there are at least two absolute . For me this is already treading water.

-* On the other hand, the original phrase comes from a medieval legal principle that says " probat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis" or confirmat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis "which comes to mean" exception proves the rule in cases not excepted "/ * is, that what we call exception to the rule, is but a new fact which in turn has its own rule: for example, if we say that all dogs are born with four legs and, suddenly, a breed of dog comes with three, we can not in our theory obcercarnos all four feet for all dogs, but will need to find a reason to the new reality of the three legs and give an explanation, theory or modifying the original theory or making a new theory exclusively for dogs and beasts ultimately even dismiss the leading theory. Therefore it would be better to rethink and / or at least correct the theory that everything is relative.

Finally and I think that is the explanation more likely at least I've discovered is that when we call "relative" to something, we really mean "subjective" facts, entities and things are what they are for themselves, regardless of the different perspectives we have on them ... that is, if we take a seat and four people see it from each of the cardinal points there, without any possibility of moving from his place, everyone will have a different and subjective personal-chair, but this will remain a chair, even if a fifth person came and swore that it is a goat. Therefore, not that it is on that piece of furniture is a chair, but what happens is that there are five different views of a single concrete idea and not abstract in this case not being any of them nor entirely successful, nor completely wrong, which does not mean it's worth it all: the subject is convinced that the object is a goat if he's completely wrong ... but a priori because despite being something superficially absurd we have to hear his opinion on the matter to know because it says that the seat is actually an animal, before making snap judgments about certain ideas, we should know both the explanations and the context of those who develop, because they often learn more from a mistake reasoned a inexplicable success.
is, although the facts and therefore are absolute truth, we could never believe that we have it in its entirety, since we are smaller than her and like drops of water form the sea, the subjective ideas of the people are used to discover the objective and absolute truth.
But beware, there is the "objectivity as the sum of subjectivities" which is as dangerous as by relativism, which put the five subject totally agree in choosing a single viewpoint and that for whatever reason have chosen the seat is a tomato, does not mean it is a certainty ... as has been watching over the story, mutual agreement and most do not always contain the truth and absolute right (remember the Nazis, very clear case of the twentieth century, as was a political ideology which voted most of the German people and which was followed by several supporters of this country and its president at the time as Italy or Spain). Similarly, and sorry that I repeat, one can not reject a view to be wrong, they all hold great or small, as the case-some truth in the reluctance of national socialism find the "kernel of truth "in that it must protect and defend certain aspects of national and patriotic tradition of the states ... obvious that the mistake was that both he sought to carry out this maxim as the desire to safeguard all aspects of patriotism, even those who were obsolete and rotten.
And likewise, to know that there are absolute truths and principles does not mean that we are in his possession, before a guided by values, ideals, and beliefs, although we are fully convinced of them, which is something extremely positive do not ever stop listening, observing and studying the values, ideals and beliefs of the other for the best way to know whether we are on track to absolute truth is to constantly test the strength of our certainties and convictions.
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http://cnho.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/la-excepcion-no-confirma-la-regla/

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one and a half two two

fail again Well my word ... the field trip could be me and not had much encouragement to get writing lol. I will try to compensate for the brief reflection today I announced in my last post. No more waiting I offer my opinion on:

If everything is relative, then what we do with the phrase?
It is from there since where labor: to heed the statement "everything is relative" would have to assume that this fact is always true, that assertion must be true at any time, place, context ... that is, to accept that everything is relative must accept that the phrase "everything is relative" is absolute. I believe that a theory which is based on a totally opposite of what it defends gaps everywhere. Similarly, as I said when I swallow this hoax, we could use another sentence: "The exception proves the rule." But if we use this lifeline of new contradictions arise, mainly two:

"On the one hand, would not only accept that the sentence "Everything is relative" is absolute, but should also be made the same observation with "the exception proves the rule" ... that is, to accept that everything is relative, negotiable so we accept that there are at least two absolute . For me this is already treading water.

-* On the other hand, the original phrase comes from a medieval legal principle that says " probat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis" or confirmat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis "which comes to mean" exception proves the rule in cases not excepted "/ * is, that what we call exception to the rule, is but a new fact which in turn has its own rule: for example, if we say that all dogs are born with four legs and, suddenly, a breed of dog comes with three, we can not in our theory obcercarnos all four feet for all dogs, but will need to find a reason to the new reality of the three legs and give an explanation, theory or modifying the original theory or making a new theory exclusively for dogs and beasts ultimately even dismiss the leading theory. Therefore it would be better to rethink and / or at least correct the theory that everything is relative.

Finally and I think that is the explanation more likely at least I've discovered is that when we call "relative" to something, we really mean "subjective" facts, entities and things are what they are for themselves, regardless of the different perspectives we have on them ... that is, if we take a seat and four people see it from each of the cardinal points there, without any possibility of moving from his place, everyone will have a different and subjective personal-chair, but this will remain a chair, even if a fifth person came and swore that it is a goat. Therefore, not that it is on that piece of furniture is a chair, but what happens is that there are five different views of a single concrete idea and not abstract in this case not being any of them nor entirely successful, nor completely wrong, which does not mean it's worth it all: the subject is convinced that the object is a goat if he's completely wrong ... but a priori because despite being something superficially absurd we have to hear his opinion on the matter to know because it says that the seat is actually an animal, before making snap judgments about certain ideas, we should know both the explanations and the context of those who develop, because they often learn more from a mistake reasoned a inexplicable success.
is, although the facts and therefore are absolute truth, we could never believe that we have it in its entirety, since we are smaller than her and like drops of water form the sea, the subjective ideas of the people are used to discover the objective and absolute truth.
But beware, there is the "objectivity as the sum of subjectivities" which is as dangerous as by relativism, which put the five subject totally agree in choosing a single viewpoint and that for whatever reason have chosen the seat is a tomato, does not mean it is a certainty ... as has been watching over the story, mutual agreement and most do not always contain the truth and absolute right (remember the Nazis, very clear case of the twentieth century, as was a political ideology which voted most of the German people and which was followed by several supporters of this country and its president at the time as Italy or Spain). Similarly, and sorry that I repeat, one can not reject a view to be wrong, they all hold great or small, as the case-some truth in the reluctance of national socialism find the "kernel of truth "in that it must protect and defend certain aspects of national and patriotic tradition of the states ... obvious that the mistake was that both he sought to carry out this maxim as the desire to safeguard all aspects of patriotism, even those who were obsolete and rotten.
And likewise, to know that there are absolute truths and principles does not mean that we are in his possession, before a guided by values, ideals, and beliefs, although we are fully convinced of them, which is something extremely positive do not ever stop listening, observing and studying the values, ideals and beliefs of the other for the best way to know whether we are on track to absolute truth is to constantly test the strength of our certainties and convictions.
A hug.

*

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fail again Well my word ... the field trip could be me and not had much encouragement to get writing lol. I will try to compensate for the brief reflection today I announced in my last post. No more waiting I offer my opinion on:

If everything is relative, then what we do with the phrase?
It is from there since where labor: to heed the statement "everything is relative" would have to assume that this fact is always true, that assertion must be true at any time, place, context ... that is, to accept that everything is relative must accept that the phrase "everything is relative" is absolute. I believe that a theory which is based on a totally opposite of what it defends gaps everywhere. Similarly, as I said when I swallow this hoax, we could use another sentence: "The exception proves the rule." But if we use this lifeline of new contradictions arise, mainly two:

"On the one hand, would not only accept that the sentence "Everything is relative" is absolute, but should also be made the same observation with "the exception proves the rule" ... that is, to accept that everything is relative, negotiable so we accept that there are at least two absolute . For me this is already treading water.

-* On the other hand, the original phrase comes from a medieval legal principle that says " probat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis" or confirmat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis "which comes to mean" exception proves the rule in cases not excepted "/ * is, that what we call exception to the rule, is but a new fact which in turn has its own rule: for example, if we say that all dogs are born with four legs and, suddenly, a breed of dog comes with three, we can not in our theory obcercarnos all four feet for all dogs, but will need to find a reason to the new reality of the three legs and give an explanation, theory or modifying the original theory or making a new theory exclusively for dogs and beasts ultimately even dismiss the leading theory. Therefore it would be better to rethink and / or at least correct the theory that everything is relative.

Finally and I think that is the explanation more likely at least I've discovered is that when we call "relative" to something, we really mean "subjective" facts, entities and things are what they are for themselves, regardless of the different perspectives we have on them ... that is, if we take a seat and four people see it from each of the cardinal points there, without any possibility of moving from his place, everyone will have a different and subjective personal-chair, but this will remain a chair, even if a fifth person came and swore that it is a goat. Therefore, not that it is on that piece of furniture is a chair, but what happens is that there are five different views of a single concrete idea and not abstract in this case not being any of them nor entirely successful, nor completely wrong, which does not mean it's worth it all: the subject is convinced that the object is a goat if he's completely wrong ... but a priori because despite being something superficially absurd we have to hear his opinion on the matter to know because it says that the seat is actually an animal, before making snap judgments about certain ideas, we should know both the explanations and the context of those who develop, because they often learn more from a mistake reasoned a inexplicable success.
is, although the facts and therefore are absolute truth, we could never believe that we have it in its entirety, since we are smaller than her and like drops of water form the sea, the subjective ideas of the people are used to discover the objective and absolute truth.
But beware, there is the "objectivity as the sum of subjectivities" which is as dangerous as by relativism, which put the five subject totally agree in choosing a single viewpoint and that for whatever reason have chosen the seat is a tomato, does not mean it is a certainty ... as has been watching over the story, mutual agreement and most do not always contain the truth and absolute right (remember the Nazis, very clear case of the twentieth century, as was a political ideology which voted most of the German people and which was followed by several supporters of this country and its president at the time as Italy or Spain). Similarly, and sorry that I repeat, one can not reject a view to be wrong, they all hold great or small, as the case-some truth in the reluctance of national socialism find the "kernel of truth "in that it must protect and defend certain aspects of national and patriotic tradition of the states ... obvious that the mistake was that both he sought to carry out this maxim as the desire to safeguard all aspects of patriotism, even those who were obsolete and rotten.
And likewise, to know that there are absolute truths and principles does not mean that we are in his possession, before a guided by values, ideals, and beliefs, although we are fully convinced of them, which is something extremely positive do not ever stop listening, observing and studying the values, ideals and beliefs of the other for the best way to know whether we are on track to absolute truth is to constantly test the strength of our certainties and convictions.
A hug.

*

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one and a half two two

fail again Well my word ... the field trip could be me and not had much encouragement to get writing lol. I will try to compensate for the brief reflection today I announced in my last post. No more waiting I offer my opinion on:

If everything is relative, then what we do with the phrase?
It is from there since where labor: to heed the statement "everything is relative" would have to assume that this fact is always true, that assertion must be true at any time, place, context ... that is, to accept that everything is relative must accept that the phrase "everything is relative" is absolute. I believe that a theory which is based on a totally opposite of what it defends gaps everywhere. Similarly, as I said when I swallow this hoax, we could use another sentence: "The exception proves the rule." But if we use this lifeline of new contradictions arise, mainly two:

"On the one hand, would not only accept that the sentence "Everything is relative" is absolute, but should also be made the same observation with "the exception proves the rule" ... that is, to accept that everything is relative, negotiable so we accept that there are at least two absolute . For me this is already treading water.

-* On the other hand, the original phrase comes from a medieval legal principle that says " probat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis" or confirmat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis "which comes to mean" exception proves the rule in cases not excepted "/ * is, that what we call exception to the rule, is but a new fact which in turn has its own rule: for example, if we say that all dogs are born with four legs and, suddenly, a breed of dog comes with three, we can not in our theory obcercarnos all four feet for all dogs, but will need to find a reason to the new reality of the three legs and give an explanation, theory or modifying the original theory or making a new theory exclusively for dogs and beasts ultimately even dismiss the leading theory. Therefore it would be better to rethink and / or at least correct the theory that everything is relative.

Finally and I think that is the explanation more likely at least I've discovered is that when we call "relative" to something, we really mean "subjective" facts, entities and things are what they are for themselves, regardless of the different perspectives we have on them ... that is, if we take a seat and four people see it from each of the cardinal points there, without any possibility of moving from his place, everyone will have a different and subjective personal-chair, but this will remain a chair, even if a fifth person came and swore that it is a goat. Therefore, not that it is on that piece of furniture is a chair, but what happens is that there are five different views of a single concrete idea and not abstract in this case not being any of them nor entirely successful, nor completely wrong, which does not mean it's worth it all: the subject is convinced that the object is a goat if he's completely wrong ... but a priori because despite being something superficially absurd we have to hear his opinion on the matter to know because it says that the seat is actually an animal, before making snap judgments about certain ideas, we should know both the explanations and the context of those who develop, because they often learn more from a mistake reasoned a inexplicable success.
is, although the facts and therefore are absolute truth, we could never believe that we have it in its entirety, since we are smaller than her and like drops of water form the sea, the subjective ideas of the people are used to discover the objective and absolute truth.
But beware, there is the "objectivity as the sum of subjectivities" which is as dangerous as by relativism, which put the five subject totally agree in choosing a single viewpoint and that for whatever reason have chosen the seat is a tomato, does not mean it is a certainty ... as has been watching over the story, mutual agreement and most do not always contain the truth and absolute right (remember the Nazis, very clear case of the twentieth century, as was a political ideology which voted most of the German people and which was followed by several supporters of this country and its president at the time as Italy or Spain). Similarly, and sorry that I repeat, one can not reject a view to be wrong, they all hold great or small, as the case-some truth in the reluctance of national socialism find the "kernel of truth "in that it must protect and defend certain aspects of national and patriotic tradition of the states ... obvious that the mistake was that both he sought to carry out this maxim as the desire to safeguard all aspects of patriotism, even those who were obsolete and rotten.
And likewise, to know that there are absolute truths and principles does not mean that we are in his possession, before a guided by values, ideals, and beliefs, although we are fully convinced of them, which is something extremely positive do not ever stop listening, observing and studying the values, ideals and beliefs of the other for the best way to know whether we are on track to absolute truth is to constantly test the strength of our certainties and convictions.
A hug.

*

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one and a half two two

fail again Well my word ... the field trip could be me and not had much encouragement to get writing lol. I will try to compensate for the brief reflection today I announced in my last post. No more waiting I offer my opinion on:

If everything is relative, then what we do with the phrase?
It is from there since where labor: to heed the statement "everything is relative" would have to assume that this fact is always true, that assertion must be true at any time, place, context ... that is, to accept that everything is relative must accept that the phrase "everything is relative" is absolute. I believe that a theory which is based on a totally opposite of what it defends gaps everywhere. Similarly, as I said when I swallow this hoax, we could use another sentence: "The exception proves the rule." But if we use this lifeline of new contradictions arise, mainly two:

"On the one hand, would not only accept that the sentence "Everything is relative" is absolute, but should also be made the same observation with "the exception proves the rule" ... that is, to accept that everything is relative, negotiable so we accept that there are at least two absolute . For me this is already treading water.

-* On the other hand, the original phrase comes from a medieval legal principle that says " probat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis" or confirmat regulam in casibus exceptio non exceptis "which comes to mean" exception proves the rule in cases not excepted "/ * is, that what we call exception to the rule, is but a new fact which in turn has its own rule: for example, if we say that all dogs are born with four legs and, suddenly, a breed of dog comes with three, we can not in our theory obcercarnos all four feet for all dogs, but will need to find a reason to the new reality of the three legs and give an explanation, theory or modifying the original theory or making a new theory exclusively for dogs and beasts ultimately even dismiss the leading theory. Therefore it would be better to rethink and / or at least correct the theory that everything is relative.

Finally and I think that is the explanation more likely at least I've discovered is that when we call "relative" to something, we really mean "subjective" facts, entities and things are what they are for themselves, regardless of the different perspectives we have on them ... that is, if we take a seat and four people see it from each of the cardinal points there, without any possibility of moving from his place, everyone will have a different and subjective personal-chair, but this will remain a chair, even if a fifth person came and swore that it is a goat. Therefore, not that it is on that piece of furniture is a chair, but what happens is that there are five different views of a single concrete idea and not abstract in this case not being any of them nor entirely successful, nor completely wrong, which does not mean it's worth it all: the subject is convinced that the object is a goat if he's completely wrong ... but a priori because despite being something superficially absurd we have to hear his opinion on the matter to know because it says that the seat is actually an animal, before making snap judgments about certain ideas, we should know both the explanations and the context of those who develop, because they often learn more from a mistake reasoned a inexplicable success.
is, although the facts and therefore are absolute truth, we could never believe that we have it in its entirety, since we are smaller than her and like drops of water form the sea, the subjective ideas of the people are used to discover the objective and absolute truth.
But beware, there is the "objectivity as the sum of subjectivities" which is as dangerous as by relativism, which put the five subject totally agree in choosing a single viewpoint and that for whatever reason have chosen the seat is a tomato, does not mean it is a certainty ... as has been watching over the story, mutual agreement and most do not always contain the truth and absolute right (remember the Nazis, very clear case of the twentieth century, as was a political ideology which voted most of the German people and which was followed by several supporters of this country and its president at the time as Italy or Spain). Similarly, and sorry that I repeat, one can not reject a view to be wrong, they all hold great or small, as the case-some truth in the reluctance of national socialism find the "kernel of truth "in that it must protect and defend certain aspects of national and patriotic tradition of the states ... obvious that the mistake was that both he sought to carry out this maxim as the desire to safeguard all aspects of patriotism, even those who were obsolete and rotten.
And likewise, to know that there are absolute truths and principles does not mean that we are in his possession, before a guided by values, ideals, and beliefs, although we are fully convinced of them, which is something extremely positive do not ever stop listening, observing and studying the values, ideals and beliefs of the other for the best way to know whether we are on track to absolute truth is to constantly test the strength of our certainties and convictions.
A hug.

*

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What If I Ovulate Too Much

Well first of all a warning that last week I could not upload any writing, because I was without internet over the weekend until Tuesday ... a good excuse lol. As always I hope this letter as to cause reflections. Tomorrow

literary text plays second and if my field visit, give a tour of a town of our archipelago, Tejeda, it gives me strength, I will post some thoughts on the relative and absolute. No more waiting, here are reading. A hug.

Drugs XXI century

was in the morning and the mother decided to make a good breakfast for your child. When holiday let him sleep late and while it was preparing the tools: elastic, fork tubes, spoons, syringes, plates, paper cups, cigarette ... all you need for a very caloric food as it should be the first of the day. Her son awoke I was a boy of eight, he could barely stand up by years of accumulated junk food in your arteries. The smell of sweat bouncing the boy was not like that sweet sweat emanating from the children who were not yet have triggered the hormones, but the stench of old neighborhood, the ones that smell like piss all the wine and day, was steeped in his pajamas pokemon becoming unbearable to be at least one meter yours. Constantly panting and staggered like a boat along the corridor which graciously reminded an English bulldog who lives in a place too hot. His hair was greasy, cheesy and too rich: it empegostaba the front as if it had been placed there with glue stick to the hope that the nits should give a feast with him. The boy stuck to shout loudly demanding breakfast ... maybe the anger is due to the withdrawal had to get through the night. The mother, frightened, hurried to meet the needs of its seed. Started by the white: the powder was put in a piece of transparent plastic bag of these to bring the bread, tied with a brown elastic. The mother reached the coca table and divided into six lines, two-handed chopping with credit card and the Continent. When he finished, the boy who offered her the snorted through a football picture, gave him cocaine increased blood pressure, taticardia, feeling of anesthesia in face nose and mouth and an intense mucus drip through nostrils. The child's eyes almost tapaban the sclera and the euphoria and numbness made it impossible to find out your mucus is slipping out of the corner of the lips metiéndosele in the mouth, staining tits fat is formed in the chest. When she finished, her mom rolled a porro: hashish mixed with snuff dust and debris still left on the table in two sachets forming a ele. He put in hand the boy, who hardly knew what was between his fingers due to the euphoria and this led him into the mouth of almost automatically while his mother lit with a match incasdencente: realized that the burner could do to lose the flavor. In the first puff, smoke flooded his lungs and the THC is accumulated in the fatty parts of the brain increases the confusion ... in a few minutes stupid burst into laughter, as the levels of endorphins were such that'd been unable to feel sad At that moment, but yes, once the effect, after breakfast, he fell into a state of irritability so great hitting and screaming to their own younger siblings just by approaching them and like the previous times, barely used filter and its throat was torn apart as he aged cheese when they part, implying the reason for his tin voice. When the boy was about to vomit because of nausea, her mother would place a rubber arm, just above the gooseneck, squeezed as hard as he could, until the blue spaghetti were about to jump his arms, but this time there was a problem: the curved elbow was full of bags similar to those that arise when you burn with the sun due to continued puncture which ironically made it impossible for his mother could inject heroin needle ... so that no child desepcionar syringe stabbed in the neck, just the height of the carotid artery to ensure that the product was going as quickly as possible to the brain. The first effect of dopamine were tons that hit his body and destroyed his pancreas ... the immediate sensation of pleasure was so great that the boy began to shake uncontrollably and with eyes open even squeezed orange peel fell to the ground suffering taste while her mother smiled satisfied have provided both child welfare.

awoke from sweat and piss. The lining of the mattress was so wet that changed the white to yellow. Sought a partner with his foot, but he was not: it was Sunday and not wanting to wake picked up the spear gun and I would quietly among the rocks looking for groupers. Not yet dared descerrar eyes and allowed the terror to dominate for a few minutes before gathering the courage to stand up and prepares breakfast for her eight years. As party, let's enjoy a little more room or God knows sleep and prepared everything necessary for a feast: food, candy, napkins, Nutella, mugs, refined sugar ... well, as high in calories. And would end when the boy, an obese child who dragged his chichas gracefully through the walls of the house woke up. The boy even saluted his mother and as a zombie desemocionado sat at the table ready to devour, but not as much as the pigs, they chew, but rather as Homer or geese, which gobble up without taste. The first thing that caught was the bottle of glue-on weekend let him change this other liquid milk, and after opening it he drank from the bottle: caffeine shot his heart to levels seen in sprinters even after ... career at such high levels that his eyes were opened as a broken zipper. The drink was so cold that went through the nostrils Aguilla thing that the child did not notice, since his brain was totally gone, focus on dopamine overdose created by the drink. When he finished half a bottle, opened a box of chocolate donuts, six, six sugar-and ate them in the mouth almost metiéndoselos whole ... not care about the taste and the cake mixed with glue and pieces of ham that had been cooked on a plate: an orgy of fat and sugar when he finished down the throat violated liver, pancreas and stomach in a manner so brutal that the damage would be irreversible for life. Trans fats in the chocolate spread, butter and jam pot you were accumulating in your arteries for years, getting his grandfather had less cholesterol than the grandson ... and that the grandson was not playing the ball because acute pain constantly oppressed him stabbed his chest making him feel if he ran more than two minutes. It was dry, but had already spent half liter of cola and decided to call-loudly-a milk chocolate milk to his mother while she finished removing old powders, licked off a pack of Marys-think this candy was what gave him his fourth tooth-and the mother took the bowl for your child to take it in a couple of drinks: hot chocolate so irritated throat he could barely speak to the lunch.

The breakfast ended. The kid ended up satisfied, is what they have given a shot of endorphins through the mouth, and walked to his room to try to take a nap ... before halfway absurdity of intense heat he took heart and stomach, so the child was thrown to the floor face letting it cool off a bit tiles. This somewhat bizarre image, his mother was funny, who smiled at him and not be such a cry, not forced to rise, leaving him there, lying on the floor ... a reminded me a little junkies you see between cards when you go to work early.

The old stripped, put his clothes in the laundry basket, was still imbued with fear and adrenaline, and got into the shower to try to relax, try to forget the nightmare. When opened and left running hot water down her back, she smiled triumphantly pointing out that a good mother, never prepare their breakfast mortal boy.

What If I Ovulate Too Much

Well first of all a warning that last week I could not upload any writing, because I was without internet over the weekend until Tuesday ... a good excuse lol. As always I hope this letter as to cause reflections. Tomorrow

literary text plays second and if my field visit, give a tour of a town of our archipelago, Tejeda, it gives me strength, I will post some thoughts on the relative and absolute. No more waiting, here are reading. A hug.

Drugs XXI century

was in the morning and the mother decided to make a good breakfast for your child. When holiday let him sleep late and while it was preparing the tools: elastic, fork tubes, spoons, syringes, plates, paper cups, cigarette ... all you need for a very caloric food as it should be the first of the day. Her son awoke I was a boy of eight, he could barely stand up by years of accumulated junk food in your arteries. The smell of sweat bouncing the boy was not like that sweet sweat emanating from the children who were not yet have triggered the hormones, but the stench of old neighborhood, the ones that smell like piss all the wine and day, was steeped in his pajamas pokemon becoming unbearable to be at least one meter yours. Constantly panting and staggered like a boat along the corridor which graciously reminded an English bulldog who lives in a place too hot. His hair was greasy, cheesy and too rich: it empegostaba the front as if it had been placed there with glue stick to the hope that the nits should give a feast with him. The boy stuck to shout loudly demanding breakfast ... maybe the anger is due to the withdrawal had to get through the night. The mother, frightened, hurried to meet the needs of its seed. Started by the white: the powder was put in a piece of transparent plastic bag of these to bring the bread, tied with a brown elastic. The mother reached the coca table and divided into six lines, two-handed chopping with credit card and the Continent. When he finished, the boy who offered her the snorted through a football picture, gave him cocaine increased blood pressure, taticardia, feeling of anesthesia in face nose and mouth and an intense mucus drip through nostrils. The child's eyes almost tapaban the sclera and the euphoria and numbness made it impossible to find out your mucus is slipping out of the corner of the lips metiéndosele in the mouth, staining tits fat is formed in the chest. When she finished, her mom rolled a porro: hashish mixed with snuff dust and debris still left on the table in two sachets forming a ele. He put in hand the boy, who hardly knew what was between his fingers due to the euphoria and this led him into the mouth of almost automatically while his mother lit with a match incasdencente: realized that the burner could do to lose the flavor. In the first puff, smoke flooded his lungs and the THC is accumulated in the fatty parts of the brain increases the confusion ... in a few minutes stupid burst into laughter, as the levels of endorphins were such that'd been unable to feel sad At that moment, but yes, once the effect, after breakfast, he fell into a state of irritability so great hitting and screaming to their own younger siblings just by approaching them and like the previous times, barely used filter and its throat was torn apart as he aged cheese when they part, implying the reason for his tin voice. When the boy was about to vomit because of nausea, her mother would place a rubber arm, just above the gooseneck, squeezed as hard as he could, until the blue spaghetti were about to jump his arms, but this time there was a problem: the curved elbow was full of bags similar to those that arise when you burn with the sun due to continued puncture which ironically made it impossible for his mother could inject heroin needle ... so that no child desepcionar syringe stabbed in the neck, just the height of the carotid artery to ensure that the product was going as quickly as possible to the brain. The first effect of dopamine were tons that hit his body and destroyed his pancreas ... the immediate sensation of pleasure was so great that the boy began to shake uncontrollably and with eyes open even squeezed orange peel fell to the ground suffering taste while her mother smiled satisfied have provided both child welfare.

awoke from sweat and piss. The lining of the mattress was so wet that changed the white to yellow. Sought a partner with his foot, but he was not: it was Sunday and not wanting to wake picked up the spear gun and I would quietly among the rocks looking for groupers. Not yet dared descerrar eyes and allowed the terror to dominate for a few minutes before gathering the courage to stand up and prepares breakfast for her eight years. As party, let's enjoy a little more room or God knows sleep and prepared everything necessary for a feast: food, candy, napkins, Nutella, mugs, refined sugar ... well, as high in calories. And would end when the boy, an obese child who dragged his chichas gracefully through the walls of the house woke up. The boy even saluted his mother and as a zombie desemocionado sat at the table ready to devour, but not as much as the pigs, they chew, but rather as Homer or geese, which gobble up without taste. The first thing that caught was the bottle of glue-on weekend let him change this other liquid milk, and after opening it he drank from the bottle: caffeine shot his heart to levels seen in sprinters even after ... career at such high levels that his eyes were opened as a broken zipper. The drink was so cold that went through the nostrils Aguilla thing that the child did not notice, since his brain was totally gone, focus on dopamine overdose created by the drink. When he finished half a bottle, opened a box of chocolate donuts, six, six sugar-and ate them in the mouth almost metiéndoselos whole ... not care about the taste and the cake mixed with glue and pieces of ham that had been cooked on a plate: an orgy of fat and sugar when he finished down the throat violated liver, pancreas and stomach in a manner so brutal that the damage would be irreversible for life. Trans fats in the chocolate spread, butter and jam pot you were accumulating in your arteries for years, getting his grandfather had less cholesterol than the grandson ... and that the grandson was not playing the ball because acute pain constantly oppressed him stabbed his chest making him feel if he ran more than two minutes. It was dry, but had already spent half liter of cola and decided to call-loudly-a milk chocolate milk to his mother while she finished removing old powders, licked off a pack of Marys-think this candy was what gave him his fourth tooth-and the mother took the bowl for your child to take it in a couple of drinks: hot chocolate so irritated throat he could barely speak to the lunch.

The breakfast ended. The kid ended up satisfied, is what they have given a shot of endorphins through the mouth, and walked to his room to try to take a nap ... before halfway absurdity of intense heat he took heart and stomach, so the child was thrown to the floor face letting it cool off a bit tiles. This somewhat bizarre image, his mother was funny, who smiled at him and not be such a cry, not forced to rise, leaving him there, lying on the floor ... a reminded me a little junkies you see between cards when you go to work early.

The old stripped, put his clothes in the laundry basket, was still imbued with fear and adrenaline, and got into the shower to try to relax, try to forget the nightmare. When opened and left running hot water down her back, she smiled triumphantly pointing out that a good mother, never prepare their breakfast mortal boy.

What If I Ovulate Too Much

Well first of all a warning that last week I could not upload any writing, because I was without internet over the weekend until Tuesday ... a good excuse lol. As always I hope this letter as to cause reflections. Tomorrow

literary text plays second and if my field visit, give a tour of a town of our archipelago, Tejeda, it gives me strength, I will post some thoughts on the relative and absolute. No more waiting, here are reading. A hug.

Drugs XXI century

was in the morning and the mother decided to make a good breakfast for your child. When holiday let him sleep late and while it was preparing the tools: elastic, fork tubes, spoons, syringes, plates, paper cups, cigarette ... all you need for a very caloric food as it should be the first of the day. Her son awoke I was a boy of eight, he could barely stand up by years of accumulated junk food in your arteries. The smell of sweat bouncing the boy was not like that sweet sweat emanating from the children who were not yet have triggered the hormones, but the stench of old neighborhood, the ones that smell like piss all the wine and day, was steeped in his pajamas pokemon becoming unbearable to be at least one meter yours. Constantly panting and staggered like a boat along the corridor which graciously reminded an English bulldog who lives in a place too hot. His hair was greasy, cheesy and too rich: it empegostaba the front as if it had been placed there with glue stick to the hope that the nits should give a feast with him. The boy stuck to shout loudly demanding breakfast ... maybe the anger is due to the withdrawal had to get through the night. The mother, frightened, hurried to meet the needs of its seed. Started by the white: the powder was put in a piece of transparent plastic bag of these to bring the bread, tied with a brown elastic. The mother reached the coca table and divided into six lines, two-handed chopping with credit card and the Continent. When he finished, the boy who offered her the snorted through a football picture, gave him cocaine increased blood pressure, taticardia, feeling of anesthesia in face nose and mouth and an intense mucus drip through nostrils. The child's eyes almost tapaban the sclera and the euphoria and numbness made it impossible to find out your mucus is slipping out of the corner of the lips metiéndosele in the mouth, staining tits fat is formed in the chest. When she finished, her mom rolled a porro: hashish mixed with snuff dust and debris still left on the table in two sachets forming a ele. He put in hand the boy, who hardly knew what was between his fingers due to the euphoria and this led him into the mouth of almost automatically while his mother lit with a match incasdencente: realized that the burner could do to lose the flavor. In the first puff, smoke flooded his lungs and the THC is accumulated in the fatty parts of the brain increases the confusion ... in a few minutes stupid burst into laughter, as the levels of endorphins were such that'd been unable to feel sad At that moment, but yes, once the effect, after breakfast, he fell into a state of irritability so great hitting and screaming to their own younger siblings just by approaching them and like the previous times, barely used filter and its throat was torn apart as he aged cheese when they part, implying the reason for his tin voice. When the boy was about to vomit because of nausea, her mother would place a rubber arm, just above the gooseneck, squeezed as hard as he could, until the blue spaghetti were about to jump his arms, but this time there was a problem: the curved elbow was full of bags similar to those that arise when you burn with the sun due to continued puncture which ironically made it impossible for his mother could inject heroin needle ... so that no child desepcionar syringe stabbed in the neck, just the height of the carotid artery to ensure that the product was going as quickly as possible to the brain. The first effect of dopamine were tons that hit his body and destroyed his pancreas ... the immediate sensation of pleasure was so great that the boy began to shake uncontrollably and with eyes open even squeezed orange peel fell to the ground suffering taste while her mother smiled satisfied have provided both child welfare.

awoke from sweat and piss. The lining of the mattress was so wet that changed the white to yellow. Sought a partner with his foot, but he was not: it was Sunday and not wanting to wake picked up the spear gun and I would quietly among the rocks looking for groupers. Not yet dared descerrar eyes and allowed the terror to dominate for a few minutes before gathering the courage to stand up and prepares breakfast for her eight years. As party, let's enjoy a little more room or God knows sleep and prepared everything necessary for a feast: food, candy, napkins, Nutella, mugs, refined sugar ... well, as high in calories. And would end when the boy, an obese child who dragged his chichas gracefully through the walls of the house woke up. The boy even saluted his mother and as a zombie desemocionado sat at the table ready to devour, but not as much as the pigs, they chew, but rather as Homer or geese, which gobble up without taste. The first thing that caught was the bottle of glue-on weekend let him change this other liquid milk, and after opening it he drank from the bottle: caffeine shot his heart to levels seen in sprinters even after ... career at such high levels that his eyes were opened as a broken zipper. The drink was so cold that went through the nostrils Aguilla thing that the child did not notice, since his brain was totally gone, focus on dopamine overdose created by the drink. When he finished half a bottle, opened a box of chocolate donuts, six, six sugar-and ate them in the mouth almost metiéndoselos whole ... not care about the taste and the cake mixed with glue and pieces of ham that had been cooked on a plate: an orgy of fat and sugar when he finished down the throat violated liver, pancreas and stomach in a manner so brutal that the damage would be irreversible for life. Trans fats in the chocolate spread, butter and jam pot you were accumulating in your arteries for years, getting his grandfather had less cholesterol than the grandson ... and that the grandson was not playing the ball because acute pain constantly oppressed him stabbed his chest making him feel if he ran more than two minutes. It was dry, but had already spent half liter of cola and decided to call-loudly-a milk chocolate milk to his mother while she finished removing old powders, licked off a pack of Marys-think this candy was what gave him his fourth tooth-and the mother took the bowl for your child to take it in a couple of drinks: hot chocolate so irritated throat he could barely speak to the lunch.

The breakfast ended. The kid ended up satisfied, is what they have given a shot of endorphins through the mouth, and walked to his room to try to take a nap ... before halfway absurdity of intense heat he took heart and stomach, so the child was thrown to the floor face letting it cool off a bit tiles. This somewhat bizarre image, his mother was funny, who smiled at him and not be such a cry, not forced to rise, leaving him there, lying on the floor ... a reminded me a little junkies you see between cards when you go to work early.

The old stripped, put his clothes in the laundry basket, was still imbued with fear and adrenaline, and got into the shower to try to relax, try to forget the nightmare. When opened and left running hot water down her back, she smiled triumphantly pointing out that a good mother, never prepare their breakfast mortal boy.

What If I Ovulate Too Much

Well first of all a warning that last week I could not upload any writing, because I was without internet over the weekend until Tuesday ... a good excuse lol. As always I hope this letter as to cause reflections. Tomorrow

literary text plays second and if my field visit, give a tour of a town of our archipelago, Tejeda, it gives me strength, I will post some thoughts on the relative and absolute. No more waiting, here are reading. A hug.

Drugs XXI century

was in the morning and the mother decided to make a good breakfast for your child. When holiday let him sleep late and while it was preparing the tools: elastic, fork tubes, spoons, syringes, plates, paper cups, cigarette ... all you need for a very caloric food as it should be the first of the day. Her son awoke I was a boy of eight, he could barely stand up by years of accumulated junk food in your arteries. The smell of sweat bouncing the boy was not like that sweet sweat emanating from the children who were not yet have triggered the hormones, but the stench of old neighborhood, the ones that smell like piss all the wine and day, was steeped in his pajamas pokemon becoming unbearable to be at least one meter yours. Constantly panting and staggered like a boat along the corridor which graciously reminded an English bulldog who lives in a place too hot. His hair was greasy, cheesy and too rich: it empegostaba the front as if it had been placed there with glue stick to the hope that the nits should give a feast with him. The boy stuck to shout loudly demanding breakfast ... maybe the anger is due to the withdrawal had to get through the night. The mother, frightened, hurried to meet the needs of its seed. Started by the white: the powder was put in a piece of transparent plastic bag of these to bring the bread, tied with a brown elastic. The mother reached the coca table and divided into six lines, two-handed chopping with credit card and the Continent. When he finished, the boy who offered her the snorted through a football picture, gave him cocaine increased blood pressure, taticardia, feeling of anesthesia in face nose and mouth and an intense mucus drip through nostrils. The child's eyes almost tapaban the sclera and the euphoria and numbness made it impossible to find out your mucus is slipping out of the corner of the lips metiéndosele in the mouth, staining tits fat is formed in the chest. When she finished, her mom rolled a porro: hashish mixed with snuff dust and debris still left on the table in two sachets forming a ele. He put in hand the boy, who hardly knew what was between his fingers due to the euphoria and this led him into the mouth of almost automatically while his mother lit with a match incasdencente: realized that the burner could do to lose the flavor. In the first puff, smoke flooded his lungs and the THC is accumulated in the fatty parts of the brain increases the confusion ... in a few minutes stupid burst into laughter, as the levels of endorphins were such that'd been unable to feel sad At that moment, but yes, once the effect, after breakfast, he fell into a state of irritability so great hitting and screaming to their own younger siblings just by approaching them and like the previous times, barely used filter and its throat was torn apart as he aged cheese when they part, implying the reason for his tin voice. When the boy was about to vomit because of nausea, her mother would place a rubber arm, just above the gooseneck, squeezed as hard as he could, until the blue spaghetti were about to jump his arms, but this time there was a problem: the curved elbow was full of bags similar to those that arise when you burn with the sun due to continued puncture which ironically made it impossible for his mother could inject heroin needle ... so that no child desepcionar syringe stabbed in the neck, just the height of the carotid artery to ensure that the product was going as quickly as possible to the brain. The first effect of dopamine were tons that hit his body and destroyed his pancreas ... the immediate sensation of pleasure was so great that the boy began to shake uncontrollably and with eyes open even squeezed orange peel fell to the ground suffering taste while her mother smiled satisfied have provided both child welfare.

awoke from sweat and piss. The lining of the mattress was so wet that changed the white to yellow. Sought a partner with his foot, but he was not: it was Sunday and not wanting to wake picked up the spear gun and I would quietly among the rocks looking for groupers. Not yet dared descerrar eyes and allowed the terror to dominate for a few minutes before gathering the courage to stand up and prepares breakfast for her eight years. As party, let's enjoy a little more room or God knows sleep and prepared everything necessary for a feast: food, candy, napkins, Nutella, mugs, refined sugar ... well, as high in calories. And would end when the boy, an obese child who dragged his chichas gracefully through the walls of the house woke up. The boy even saluted his mother and as a zombie desemocionado sat at the table ready to devour, but not as much as the pigs, they chew, but rather as Homer or geese, which gobble up without taste. The first thing that caught was the bottle of glue-on weekend let him change this other liquid milk, and after opening it he drank from the bottle: caffeine shot his heart to levels seen in sprinters even after ... career at such high levels that his eyes were opened as a broken zipper. The drink was so cold that went through the nostrils Aguilla thing that the child did not notice, since his brain was totally gone, focus on dopamine overdose created by the drink. When he finished half a bottle, opened a box of chocolate donuts, six, six sugar-and ate them in the mouth almost metiéndoselos whole ... not care about the taste and the cake mixed with glue and pieces of ham that had been cooked on a plate: an orgy of fat and sugar when he finished down the throat violated liver, pancreas and stomach in a manner so brutal that the damage would be irreversible for life. Trans fats in the chocolate spread, butter and jam pot you were accumulating in your arteries for years, getting his grandfather had less cholesterol than the grandson ... and that the grandson was not playing the ball because acute pain constantly oppressed him stabbed his chest making him feel if he ran more than two minutes. It was dry, but had already spent half liter of cola and decided to call-loudly-a milk chocolate milk to his mother while she finished removing old powders, licked off a pack of Marys-think this candy was what gave him his fourth tooth-and the mother took the bowl for your child to take it in a couple of drinks: hot chocolate so irritated throat he could barely speak to the lunch.

The breakfast ended. The kid ended up satisfied, is what they have given a shot of endorphins through the mouth, and walked to his room to try to take a nap ... before halfway absurdity of intense heat he took heart and stomach, so the child was thrown to the floor face letting it cool off a bit tiles. This somewhat bizarre image, his mother was funny, who smiled at him and not be such a cry, not forced to rise, leaving him there, lying on the floor ... a reminded me a little junkies you see between cards when you go to work early.

The old stripped, put his clothes in the laundry basket, was still imbued with fear and adrenaline, and got into the shower to try to relax, try to forget the nightmare. When opened and left running hot water down her back, she smiled triumphantly pointing out that a good mother, never prepare their breakfast mortal boy.

What If I Ovulate Too Much

Well first of all a warning that last week I could not upload any writing, because I was without internet over the weekend until Tuesday ... a good excuse lol. As always I hope this letter as to cause reflections. Tomorrow

literary text plays second and if my field visit, give a tour of a town of our archipelago, Tejeda, it gives me strength, I will post some thoughts on the relative and absolute. No more waiting, here are reading. A hug.

Drugs XXI century

was in the morning and the mother decided to make a good breakfast for your child. When holiday let him sleep late and while it was preparing the tools: elastic, fork tubes, spoons, syringes, plates, paper cups, cigarette ... all you need for a very caloric food as it should be the first of the day. Her son awoke I was a boy of eight, he could barely stand up by years of accumulated junk food in your arteries. The smell of sweat bouncing the boy was not like that sweet sweat emanating from the children who were not yet have triggered the hormones, but the stench of old neighborhood, the ones that smell like piss all the wine and day, was steeped in his pajamas pokemon becoming unbearable to be at least one meter yours. Constantly panting and staggered like a boat along the corridor which graciously reminded an English bulldog who lives in a place too hot. His hair was greasy, cheesy and too rich: it empegostaba the front as if it had been placed there with glue stick to the hope that the nits should give a feast with him. The boy stuck to shout loudly demanding breakfast ... maybe the anger is due to the withdrawal had to get through the night. The mother, frightened, hurried to meet the needs of its seed. Started by the white: the powder was put in a piece of transparent plastic bag of these to bring the bread, tied with a brown elastic. The mother reached the coca table and divided into six lines, two-handed chopping with credit card and the Continent. When he finished, the boy who offered her the snorted through a football picture, gave him cocaine increased blood pressure, taticardia, feeling of anesthesia in face nose and mouth and an intense mucus drip through nostrils. The child's eyes almost tapaban the sclera and the euphoria and numbness made it impossible to find out your mucus is slipping out of the corner of the lips metiéndosele in the mouth, staining tits fat is formed in the chest. When she finished, her mom rolled a porro: hashish mixed with snuff dust and debris still left on the table in two sachets forming a ele. He put in hand the boy, who hardly knew what was between his fingers due to the euphoria and this led him into the mouth of almost automatically while his mother lit with a match incasdencente: realized that the burner could do to lose the flavor. In the first puff, smoke flooded his lungs and the THC is accumulated in the fatty parts of the brain increases the confusion ... in a few minutes stupid burst into laughter, as the levels of endorphins were such that'd been unable to feel sad At that moment, but yes, once the effect, after breakfast, he fell into a state of irritability so great hitting and screaming to their own younger siblings just by approaching them and like the previous times, barely used filter and its throat was torn apart as he aged cheese when they part, implying the reason for his tin voice. When the boy was about to vomit because of nausea, her mother would place a rubber arm, just above the gooseneck, squeezed as hard as he could, until the blue spaghetti were about to jump his arms, but this time there was a problem: the curved elbow was full of bags similar to those that arise when you burn with the sun due to continued puncture which ironically made it impossible for his mother could inject heroin needle ... so that no child desepcionar syringe stabbed in the neck, just the height of the carotid artery to ensure that the product was going as quickly as possible to the brain. The first effect of dopamine were tons that hit his body and destroyed his pancreas ... the immediate sensation of pleasure was so great that the boy began to shake uncontrollably and with eyes open even squeezed orange peel fell to the ground suffering taste while her mother smiled satisfied have provided both child welfare.

awoke from sweat and piss. The lining of the mattress was so wet that changed the white to yellow. Sought a partner with his foot, but he was not: it was Sunday and not wanting to wake picked up the spear gun and I would quietly among the rocks looking for groupers. Not yet dared descerrar eyes and allowed the terror to dominate for a few minutes before gathering the courage to stand up and prepares breakfast for her eight years. As party, let's enjoy a little more room or God knows sleep and prepared everything necessary for a feast: food, candy, napkins, Nutella, mugs, refined sugar ... well, as high in calories. And would end when the boy, an obese child who dragged his chichas gracefully through the walls of the house woke up. The boy even saluted his mother and as a zombie desemocionado sat at the table ready to devour, but not as much as the pigs, they chew, but rather as Homer or geese, which gobble up without taste. The first thing that caught was the bottle of glue-on weekend let him change this other liquid milk, and after opening it he drank from the bottle: caffeine shot his heart to levels seen in sprinters even after ... career at such high levels that his eyes were opened as a broken zipper. The drink was so cold that went through the nostrils Aguilla thing that the child did not notice, since his brain was totally gone, focus on dopamine overdose created by the drink. When he finished half a bottle, opened a box of chocolate donuts, six, six sugar-and ate them in the mouth almost metiéndoselos whole ... not care about the taste and the cake mixed with glue and pieces of ham that had been cooked on a plate: an orgy of fat and sugar when he finished down the throat violated liver, pancreas and stomach in a manner so brutal that the damage would be irreversible for life. Trans fats in the chocolate spread, butter and jam pot you were accumulating in your arteries for years, getting his grandfather had less cholesterol than the grandson ... and that the grandson was not playing the ball because acute pain constantly oppressed him stabbed his chest making him feel if he ran more than two minutes. It was dry, but had already spent half liter of cola and decided to call-loudly-a milk chocolate milk to his mother while she finished removing old powders, licked off a pack of Marys-think this candy was what gave him his fourth tooth-and the mother took the bowl for your child to take it in a couple of drinks: hot chocolate so irritated throat he could barely speak to the lunch.

The breakfast ended. The kid ended up satisfied, is what they have given a shot of endorphins through the mouth, and walked to his room to try to take a nap ... before halfway absurdity of intense heat he took heart and stomach, so the child was thrown to the floor face letting it cool off a bit tiles. This somewhat bizarre image, his mother was funny, who smiled at him and not be such a cry, not forced to rise, leaving him there, lying on the floor ... a reminded me a little junkies you see between cards when you go to work early.

The old stripped, put his clothes in the laundry basket, was still imbued with fear and adrenaline, and got into the shower to try to relax, try to forget the nightmare. When opened and left running hot water down her back, she smiled triumphantly pointing out that a good mother, never prepare their breakfast mortal boy.