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And remember: No aggression - kill and smile.

If it were not for this kind of music like hardrock, then our generation would be even more brutal than it is. Rock is a great opportunity to throw out aggression.

... then something came over me and I emptied the entire bucket dear blue on her head... after washing under the tap of Truchen was quite blue. Hair blue, face blue, dress blue. All blue. It was wonderful! I also ever will dye my hair blue. I never thought Trawden can be so beautiful!

I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask! I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired and I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a flame-thrower to this place!
I'll show you a mess! You don't know what the disorder, Mr. Trask! I'd show you, but I'm too old, too tired and too fucking blind. If I was the person that was five years ago, I would have burned with a flamethrower to the place!

Even abstract scientific discovery is an act of aggression such as breaking... the Discovery is always a rape of the environment. Always!

Some of the most common manifestations of aggression - jealousy and envy.

The aggression of men is the male energy and to meet with the female energy, that is, Feminine women, they harmonize with each other, complement each other. Aggressive as men spoke about his energy needs on the part of women that is passed through her Feminine behavior.

One of the main qualities men are aggressive, non-aggressive man becomes sluggish, inactive, passive. Aggression is closely linked with the innate needs, is part of its success.

Learn something, not the throat of his fellow man, if you really want something to chew on.

When there is no pressure of fear and discipline, children do not show aggression.

Too high aggression which we see in not free children, is an exaggerated protest against the hatred directed at them.

- If only the rain had stopped pounding me in the head, ' said Picard. - Even for a few minutes. Just so I remember what the rest is.
He clenched his head with both hands.
- Remember back in high school for me was a monster and pinched them, pinched them, pinched me every five minutes. All through the day. This went on for weeks, months. My hands were bruised, the skin swollen. I thought I would go crazy with this plucking. And he got me. The upshot was that I really freaked out from the pain, grabbed a metal triangle for drawing and almost killed this bastard. Almost cut his head off, almost took out an eye, I barely tore from him. And all the time screaming: "What he hits on me?" Lord! - Trembling hands stronger gripping his head, eyes closed. - What can I do now? Who to hit, who to tell, to stop, to leave me alone? Rain, bloody rain, does not break, it stings and it stings, only heard, only seen, that the rain, rain, rain!

Her look says that if you shoot my sacred cows, I'll shoot yours.

Lock him in one room more than two people - and they will find a reason to kill each other.