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log just before Christmas 2010: Not even multi-sham healing everywhere

Along the dusty road, in winter mud mask, the curtain-wire a building site, down from feminists, the posters of Marilyn Monroe, the body. Half faces were left. It is the destruction of the body of the dignified victim, again, as once taught by their enemies. Women's rights, by street justice executed, by the destruction of the female body, object of the dispute, should have everyone, just as the feminist mob that does not want.
smeared on the walls is "Make Love Not War - Kill All Racists" in writing, it is because the freedom of the individual written, which ends in your own living room. The right of the community comes into their mind, if it pleases the individual. The presumption of innocence applies and it was officially declared the Unspruch, the rich are prejudiced, as the poor since time immemorial.

The rich trembling, in their faith to get richer, motionless in front of the fixed poverty of the poor. But poorer, the rich and the poor poorer. Balancing injustice - must be well, in a time when we the morale of the Vatican, and other soul banks to write. The ideology has now become a bad word. The immoral by the idea of lots worn - in, in the underworld of their fucking culture.
hypocrisy is no longer what it once was. The appearance has long been obvious, and thus disappeared, while the apparent sanctity, pathetic, pathetic accepted, subject to the dominant culture was miserable, having not enough apparently genuine holiness.

We take what we can - and there's a claim, this hypocritical creationists and KreationistInnen that man is not an animal. It puts its own name in the hands of divine creativity and pray, because they lack self-creativity. Your world is a collage of everything from the previous Mental plants could catch, they are the Aasvertilger human intellectual culture, the scrap metal traders of the mythical, to the scrap heap of history, and they do the same, as many other names - These are all envious of the creative people.

good strategy: You hide behind a name that defines what you fight. The wild card installed "Bat Cave" in lights on his rogue hiding, but the good citizens swallow the joke, the poor contrast, find their advantage, they look for Batman, with pitchforks and torches.
creationism Court asylum, migration policy, animal rights process, a free market economy, neo-liberalism, climate change summit behind ... these words is hidden the opposite of their meaning. The man creates, with its meaning.
hurry home But I, I watch TV, in TV or Internet, the images of foreign, lonely island worlds. There you are poor, but it does not, because there we can still see, there is one poor, in what we actually have, although one can only believe and what we highly polished luster of our service. But probably everyone believes in something, and eventually goes out of certificate to collect the shadows, where they must re-brightening tear.

Motion Sensor Wall Switch

blue / white not Christmas

Good morning dear ones,

it is again a whole week already passed and here comes the new theme ...

blue / white Christmas

and not as it now with strict steps to the end of the year we will be the topic are also equal to 14 days ... New theme so again until the new year and then also with a little draw for the Challenge participants throughout December ...

I had announced that there will be a surprise and is as follows:
I prefer a week in December, a winner for a 5.00 € check ...
For the last challenge, there is a € 10.00 voucher because it is so for 14 days ...

and among all participants and designers (even the first experience at this point like this:) I loose out in December an additional 5 x 15,00 € vouchers ...

Teddy - is for do cheat and black with * whistle *

Kati - has beefed up a magazine page beautiful place winter counts;)

Perli - has brought pure red * g *

Christina - perfect * g *

Mama charge

Petra

Severe Pain Underneath Left Buttock

Perhaps no doubt

Beautiful people I see many, so I hide Eros, in the still bright corridors, close to the skin. From the wide windows out, he can view the universe, but you will not look into my soul, before you stop and wait, your eye gets used to the twilight.

In the chambers of the heart I drew papers from reflected light, in the solitude of the high forest, I printed caricatures of memories, in their hours of birth and death, in the dark smoking chambers recessed I, in my beer.

Smoked breaths, smoked moments caricatures dipped in beer, canned packed, concealed - but did not believe in close to me, as the sudden ease my sense of surprised me. I sat, but it was not a game. So much

was lost, on paper illusions, and even banned the paper was not real. Lost are the fragments may be hidden, whose existence no one witness. But I forget tools, small islands in a storm sea of memory.

So much was lost that I no longer remember the loss. On the islands of my forgetfulness, I create memories, moments and breaths that I did not do to have their perception, because, sadly, beautiful enough.

My memory alive. My memory is a community. It is not only my forgetting and remembering, it is also that of others. I am declared insane, so I thank you. The crowd moved like the digestive tract, at some point you're right to be moved or shit - but crazy, you are in any case. Yes, even thou

The Journey of crazies goes where he discovered to be Nerd, where he always was, back where he always did not dare to speak of home, where he stayed, he would not of all trades dressed. Only in walking, is on a notion of home.

see the ugliness of people, I in number, so Eros is pointing to the battlements. It is cold there, so he shows them only the teeth, on the gray area in which the universe is so remote fancied.

Is it too quiet and too close, I see your grimace - but your Wounds, your scars and to know what I must pay when I come from a distance. I get to go to come back and stay again and again.

The cold snow storm warms me when I went through it, in the calm that I find when I rage - together we rage, but what we see? Strength in weakness, perhaps hatred, perhaps anger, leading to weakness in strength, but there also humility, self-worth into it, fainting in the power and authority in the Waiver.

Baby Had Cough For 5 Weeks But Chest Clear

fragment 1

They want the world to change again - I sense,
But never goanna change themselves, to blame
Me, when I jump over this fence infinite -
Hence the world must stay the same.

But it does not! And the air is thinner, because they
is thicker in the alphabet;
The old are getting younger,
Retired poison them your vegetable patch.

The middle-aged children play garden,
smearing walls with idle nonsense,
hate the government, the private scribble;
It draws, who can not speak.

well-read scold against global propellants, smoke
And their cells, they block
Honored Wolf and Hare,
While physically they think of the pig.

To hell with global capitalism, they say,
But hell is, where their cigarettes are growing;
They smoke themselves to heaven, to stay Out of
where the tortured are moaning.

The children, good as they are, imitating,
This grown ups awful deeds and ways;
That's why these adults are pre-hating,
Children's Future, for what the mirror says.

So I want to hate this all grown ups,
As soon as I got my mercy back.
For my name - it is Sam Hall -
I never lose the hangman's track.

Replace Battery Braun 5790

12.12. Sketch

Good morning love,

I wish you a wonderful third Sunday of Advent and I come today with a sketch of Jenny in the luggage to you * wink * It's like always an inspiration - as you can immediately see from Kati's card is always their own interpretation of cause and you can turn - tip - - must not necessarily reflect floret take and and and ... But one must recognize it has somehow, and if you have changed it badly, then please with a brief explanation ...

Speaking statement ... I have the day with a dear and regular participant must recognize that for the November still is no winner and Nachschritt then that it was not even a profit ... I'm probably completely through my private stress verbaselt and thought about it for this month, a surprise - is more to it next week;)

But here are the sketch ...

Kati

Jenny

Christina

Petra

What Is An Emu Bronte Boot And An Emu Stinger

Climate Summit 2010: Success a la Cancun

The fact that the international climate change negotiations in Cancun, Mexico, in fact, no success has been surprising, probably no one. What surprised me very well and disgusts, the flower girl in policy and expertise, the scatter of the conference roses. Of course applaud himself, the participants of this "climate summit", at the end itself Who's going with "zero expectations" in such negotiations can of course speak of a success if he signed anything.

what you signed? Nothing. The commitments that we take the necessity of certain measures of knowledge and it will negotiate again, although the details still do not know how they do it and who will contribute how much. Cancun failed - and even then in Kyoto. Expert Prof. Stefan Schleicher, who spoke at today Ö1 about (what there and can simultaneously hear them as online), but is encouraged by the results and provides a new treaty for building more agreements, but I guess this is called diplomacy - and what is diplomacy, which has been shown before Causa to WikiLeaks recently: the undermining of the truth .

Schleicher was already "Kyoto" for hope and he is right, if he remains with his eyes on the paper. But what one diplomat called the loss of common consensus, the truth is that the largest LPG producer China, never really thought of "Kyoto", although it signed the mop, and now that the second-largest U.S. dirty, Kyoto at all not ratified - and since Kyoto was on any other "climate summit" brought nothing.

course, could object to, as were results should in any case that the issue of climate change, through such summit would get international attention. But this argument is only for politicians, for the rest of us world citizens, informed on a regular basis through the media and the Internet, on the subject. When scientists warn / inside for decades from the effects of including the industrial CO2 emissions, one needs not only an international climate summit to arrange for the Foreign Minister inside this world, to the Topic to not take seriously enough.

One result would be if those in charge up there, finally translated effective measures that would end the kindergarten, in which one is not to be restricted, so long as the other so that does not begin. A result in the sense of the matter is based not only on a few signed papers on which are commitments to action, their concrete implementation remains left out, and even if there were concrete actions, it is none of a breach of contract could be punished. But rules that are not executed are no rules. The only result that should count is a de facto reduction of greenhouse emissions worldwide - no matter how much the international policy itself beweihräuchert (presumably with their Kyoto-defined CO2 surpluses).

It is only when emissions will actually determine the science then a positive effect on the global climate system, may be called a success, everything else belongs to the pitiful imagination of the bureaucrats, diplomats and is of real people, not value - as this summit in Cancun. Another Spesenmoloch for each tax payer / inside. The only people who contributed something to this conference, were the interpreters and the cleaning and catering staff - perhaps should the next summit guide. Ultimately, he showed that a positive change, yet again, not by the elected or dictatorial representatives can run out of people, but only from below, by the people themselves, the rulers / inside and Regent / fail from all political systems, it time that not only the workers, unite all men's and women's country, but humanity, corruption-free under a representative. Ultimately, only freedom from corruption will lead to near-zero emissions freedom.

Cute Picnik Quotes Anyone

night Minutes 12 ..

... 9 December. 2010

Soft drink comes over me as a sexy assassin with a silk scarf. I'll still survive, strangle you for free. I lie at night on the floor of my small, dark room, I'm alone with my naked self, shake the wind at the window of my high tower, I am resolved, in everything and nothing. I am a spirit, has become a shadow I stride through again and again. I've lost the fear out of the body, without knowing the fact that I do not win. The fears connect me with life. But the constant fear is essential. Only when you smile, it tells me the heat, if you talk to me, I hear that I'm alive.

I'm responding, because someone on me. Otherwise? Am, as ever, drifted. Beginners Course the hereafter, perhaps - so that you can not start early enough, you might say. Is not true. The hero goes through the gloomy dungeon, the corpses of slain monsters piling up on his back down paths and the anticipation of the daylight gives him last strength. He finds the outcome of this hell, walks through it and discovered that he no longer knows why he had entered it. He is no longer the same, as when his adventure began and everything for which he fought has disappeared or lost in battle mask behind which everything and nothing makes a face - even an angel, sometimes the devil. I walk in darkness, and become a part of it, the demons, I eat, be a part of me.

The Kuschelrock sounds like a hymn to the apocalyptic destruction. The bar is still my refuge, as long as I jump from moment to moment, sipping my beer and then hasten on the heads of crocodiles. Do not stop or stay there and put up the darkening wave breaks behind you on the rest of your life. You can not stop no wave, the gloomy water can not you speak, you can only let you enter the water to float.

I choose the guerrilla struggle. The time chasing me, but it is not the enemy. In the shadow of the threat, lurking undetected, human. It lurks in my shadow. Over a Decade in the darkness and then? It shames me, it makes me angry. See you. This is my shadow, I am the darkness. I am not a jailbird, but I feel this way. Had found refuge in the prison library, before they threw me out, so I found out that there is absolutely no recourse.

We read no more, you study, you criticize, you know everything better. Show any weakness, or you're done. In the jail that was made public at least, everyone knew. But the children, the children brought up by nervous parents, frantically trying to hide the truth behind sugar, endorphins and cartoons. Hab News for you: From birth, there is no man so stupid as you can make your drugs - whatever the name of the. TV, alcohol, sports, tobacco, cocaine, whatever. In the fullness of unnatural ... But what is natural, except that you must lie to your children. You have to do it. No freedom of choice. The fear of yourself, force yourself to do so. We see the world from thought up by people - panic, pathetic, lied to.

I am a spirit in a cloud of music, the evaporated my MP3 player, I stride through the night in the street. All the dirt in front of me, like an open book. Only if you smile when you laugh or cry, I know I am. I'm here for you. Otherwise? Shadow and silence loud walking.

How Long Do You Live With A Bowel Obstruction

night Protocol 11

... 8-9 December 2010

re Viennese Winter: After a few days, frosty drought, the snowpack, the city has recovered, in a familiar, laukühler moisture. The roof avalanches run over the rods of the panels that warn them. The brown shit shall be open when the white beauty disappears, where clever dog owner inside thought they could hide for the duration of a winter here in the Pannonian Vienna - but not so smart, was probably more with the usual ignorance to do.

How strange, the truth comes to light, on the streets at night, when everyone feels a little unobservable. In the shadow lightens the mind, is perhaps the essential, or at least to what remains to be seen in the remaining light left. WikiLeaks it shows in a big way: The most important information is kept secret and they were not hidden, nobody could find them. No one is interested in the obvious, until it is wrapped in a mystery. Colorful shiny paper and a red loop, which arouses the curiosity, no matter what may be hidden in the package.

A government is hiding the truth will, must prohibit the nightly output. When the moon appears low tide in the human traffic and slumbering streets reveal the traces of their daily activity. You have the smokers by getting them to throw their butts in the designated container. Now you should do the same with the advertising industry, and what is with this line of advertising, which dares not only to "newspaper", but also to name as the Republic? But added: In Austria, there are other empty intimate information sheets are not so hot, but just to be typed by dirty fingers full of business people, demagogues, and psychopaths. The Sunday Extra allegedly part of a "Reputable" newspaper is, in the snow mud floor of the subway, to match the subtitles, I read. Viewed in this country is apparently quite soon, you have to put his dog shit just right.

is in this case, the snow melts until the citizenship refers to public education. But with education, I do not mean cheaters courses in tax matters. Therefore, probably no one is interested in it. Everyone needs to see where he stays, they say. Yes, as long as you your little, smelly secrets can hide under the ice of your soul. If the breaks but it is mostly ugly. Dangerous criminals are the travelers, which are caught in the newly released action. Panic is dangerous. Look at the financial crisis. Civil society pay for it. Good thing is the longer one Hundstrümmerl so cold, the uglier it is and we can not wait for spring - comes not make one. The time is tornado season in the future. Assange did well to turn the other cheek. The truth is that hunters do not know his.

I saw an old grauhäuptiges couple, husband and wife in sleeping, lying in a doorway of the night, autumn the First District, where the premises, at ground level, with tie straps and toe runners filled the tall windows of the street canyons, but light-empty are. I see the beggar travelers, who must even share the crutches, serve their show. Hours of trembling, shaking, Rückenkrümmen. And many a paleface who lives behind the black window persuaded themselves that these people are not even in need. Who knows? 've Never for a "beggar mafia" worked - but probably have no 13th Month, as the army of interns, which recruited the so-called elite, great for the next war.
The younger ones have plenty of time to tell me long stories, with strained creativity - plenty of time and their faces are full of metal. If storytellers be, would perhaps deserve as much as a beggar / inside, but behind the desk on the stage - you want it most.

Of the advertising billboards look at me weird people. Do not know what they want from me, but my pity (especially for models) is far from exhausted. Someone else will feed them, teach their lustful faces gently, I desire only women with fleshly bodies and real faces. Meat and fat! perhaps out of balance to my vegetarian diet. To some, maybe even karma balance, someone sprinkled meat in a gloomy corner, but even the rats leave the incisors it. The collectors of the night, leaving the true waste the doves of the day and the food stands, perhaps. This flavored coffee, and chic scarves, in overheated rooms.

stay Where are the posters of the children who toil as slaves on coffee plantations and tobacco plantations, on behalf of the world market, under the protection of any sponsored warlords? Even on the billboards hard boiled fundraising is now smiling. If it's wonders: the public is so gorged with half-and untruths that it informative for whole foods no longer have indigestion. And what can we learn about yet? Googled it yet. What should to advertise to? Young people have I-Pots, but no future with the climate system is intact and where Oceania will have been once, swims a carpet of plastic and oil - among the corpses, we reverse the extinct species. The market could not be permanently genetically modified. Not for the holiday shopping season - the best all shops would it snow for Christmas yet. But we see so and so: The more we celebrate his birthday, the longer the Christ has died.

There are arguments that Jesus was resurrected, has no time for faith business. Bombarded with advertising for me, the call sign. I should do this and that, in the name of individuality and meaninglessness. The main thing fun, which also has more to do with the product. Style? Prestige? All questions of faith.

Meanwhile smear adult children, the walls of the nocturnal urban canyons, without a message or spelling - and not the letter, it try with icons, no matter knows whether someone and no matter whether they are interested in other - their conceit to public ownership. Thereafter drivelling in cans of beer and cigarettes, about tolerance and respect. As says the market and it does not surprise me: Morality has to be left, apparently in some delirium, religions, and the justice of the lawyer / inside. Why not think more about after. Why should they? The state is the enemy, who works for the private interest of certain private people in a society of private people. In addition, it has become unseemly, what no one would call it that because the word is as dowdy - it reveals the young smugness. It wants the truth, as long as you take in the view must be in a mirror. There are no more stupid people than those without self-doubt - especially if they are formed. 've Since learned the importance of the doubt. So much snow can not fall.

January Table Decorating Ideas

Easter belatedly, there is now * g *

is time for Santa Claus but it is high time again as other topics Christmas devote so we would have seen this week like Easter cards;)

with some delay, because I took the weekend time out here are the examples;)

Teddy

Kati

Heidi

Christina

Anni

The House Of Snowboard Shop

love kitsch pub

In your twilight I am the shadow,
your counters to give me the horizon again,
In the shallows of your Sites.
But I fall down,
upright, through your portals,
in stone canyons. You are like the forest.
I thought my stack in your shelves, where they shine
then glass, and soon.
Yes, any one of you,
Can I stay faithful.