March 2009

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Latest Biology Inventions

Little Egg?

Saturday at 5:30 in the morning when I preparing to take my little egg to go to work (my Fiat Punto 14, which is like an egg), it happened that someone made it more necessary that I, and was not where he had left or in the vicinity. Three months after buying it, were criminals (because wrong is wrong) it has led to some unidentified location.
And today, starting my currar awaited vacation after 10 days without stopping, then enjoy them by bus. And I say that because they have taken, and therefore I suppose they are neighbors, they could have brought back, or having left illegally parked or what I have left a farewell note from o. .. or had a sudden attack of kindness and leaving him where he was ...
Thanks to all, I'm on vacation and do not need it but of course, the April 2 ... then start working again and it's going to need yes or yes ... but that, other ... How long expected one to appear? Can I rent one if it appears when I'm missing? What do I do, and when?
I have stolen the car, yes, but I have stolen the joy, or an arm or a loved one or anything that can not be bought with money. So enjoy this new mobility crisis ... Everything was going too well, so life will take a bit of animation to the thing ... In the face of adversity: Yujuuuuuuuuuuu!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The Best Two-strand Twists London

be that I've been in crisis since birth. I think birth should be the first major crisis, or perhaps the time when the sperm that fertilized that egg. The whole body of my mother went into crisis. Born was the crisis of pregnancy. And live ... what a crisis it is to live.

Every second I consider where I am and what I'm learning, and that is in itself a crisis. And it is the crisis that allow me to mutate, learn, grow, be ...

After all these years of consumerism, I understand that people are surprised that this has been water. But it was easier not to think, if it comes from one place or another, if I get so cheap because he has made a child in a developing country, or because they have cheated the farmer who, by the sweat of their brow and their daily effort has cultivated these fibers necessary for my late-model chic bag. Better not ask, do not know better, better not aware. We're all that child and the peasant, and we've always been, but not to pose us. I better go to mine, so I have to think not, I better go shopping, so I can follow without thinking, to see if I until I die without thinking ...

And suddenly, that has been escalating malhacer by crushing production line to varying degrees until it has reached us, and now is the downstairs neighbor that can not pay your mortgage monstrous and even the wealthy that has 50 floors do not have food because the brick does not sit well to the stomach.
The great economic boom has enriched at the expense of others, and now ... Does this money we do not have one, where is it? Just think of me as an individual. It is necessary, yes, be a good order to be well with others, and work began on me. But the fate of this work is that we must change: not for my enrichment, but to make the world a better place, is to enrich the world ... And now we see the monster in the eyes, now we know that for centuries the monster of poverty live in this world, in which we could all fit without much difference. I
celebration the crisis, the crisis Viva! And that serves to open our eyes and give a good slap on the wrist, and become better people, and help us appreciate what we have, and be more creative ... And that will add to what truly can not pay with money, as is Unconditional Love, the real, not sold, is rediscovered and released from the prison of materialism.
I'm wider than long after writing stuff like this.