Book: iPhuck 10. Page 2

And steamy girls, laughing, fighting with brooms, and each hole has its own - first in hot, then cold, vodka, caviar, and happiness we will Wake fatigue is just one. Otdohnite in nature. But not in the nature of happiness, and if there is, because of it, as explained Lermontov, Wake up.

People is biting beasts, a race running to the watering hole. Some are quicker than others, that's all.

But the world is not invented by me. Even basic survival requires sacrifice; true success requires a human sacrifice. They, alas, to avoid too failed.

Joan in the guise of Sappho with Pompeian frescoes, perhaps, was the only true love in my life. It was not as physical and visual simulation - it was customary for androgynous - and the undoubted authenticity of the experience. If you've ever been in love the young, clean and fully trust you creature, you will understand what I mean. This is happiness, and pain, and an intolerable burden. So I'm not too disposed to describe his experience: it wasn't in the words and touch that we shared, it was in the finest wonderful feelings, butterflies mounted on my soul. Jeanne thought of me as something of a goddess and constantly complained to me about the painful futility of his life, its accompanying pain. She believed I could save her. In the end I had to make a choice between personal feelings and business and, as is often the case in our spirited time, won the business.

However, around the word "consciousness" grazing no wonder so many spiritual teachers, philosophers, and other crooks - this defenceless combination of letters subjected to daily violence in the perverted forms and can mean anything according to the customer. Here I wrote - "have consciousness". What is the turnover in this plot, which others have not.

The freshness of authenticity - that's what's missing today is not only art, but also our intimate practices.

Emphasized masculine visual Porphyria has always been for me a reminder of the sinister figure of the "male owner", the owner of a herd of females, the Supreme alpha bailiff, rapist seralini. We women for centuries... then refer to any femcit, not to repeat all the obvious division.

It may seem strange or silly, but I really relate to porphyry sentimental. Even more. This, alas, is like love - so it looks like I have the need to explain that feeling to myself.

Genesis is concern and fear, I realized: there was the light - and the light no more to fall but fear and concern. We come not to the light, no - we appear to pain.

Nature - the silly woman, destiny - a Turkey, life - penny, and Princess Mary you know who.

- So, it is easy to prove that, although the total amount of information created grows rapidly, the usefulness of this information with the same sort of speed drops.
Why?
Because our lives today are no more conscious than in the days of Homer. We are not happier. On the contrary.

Offensive issues are better ignored. Or answer them with other questions.

So. It was a blow below the belt. Much lower. Even below the floor level. Somewhere in the area of the basement, I would say.

Your lack of confidence would have wounded my heart, be a little less love.