Can You Get An Std From Sharing Pants?

The new Hamlet *

Son

Now is the time when your destiny as a member of this community will be met. Since this time partially frees you to set and found a new village that bears his own name and which will be more than a father. Came one of the most important moments of your life, and I know I know you accept the mission as entrusted to us all.

I know that in the time you read this letter you will feel confused, alone and lacking in many things. All I can do is give you strength and believe in you, albeit an archaic, if only as a game irrational. Do not trust you just because statistics say so or because they have taken all necessary precautions. I believe in you because since you were born I found a spark that will light tireless springs from within, and because even though they are new living being, found in you the wisdom to carry out the task entrusted to you.

I will not waste empty words giving technical details about how you will do your work for that and you will be awarded. I, instead, I give you a vision of what life and that only time will understand. Life is a given time, a space fight, a fire that is burning the surrounding world. Just watching you'll realize how wonderful life is to watch grow and how it feeds on itself with an infinite energy. Even death is beautiful, not only to be necessary but it is a step of generosity to those around you. So too, will happen at some point, and as I did with you, giving up your life to someone else to take your place in a new world.

not afraid to suffer for eternity or get killed. On the other hand, you will realize how necessary it is to stop there, watching under your benevolent gaze all try to harmonize and create chaos. Creatures that are sprouting up become stronger and will grow slowly, increasing their capacity and at some point, their understanding of the world. You'll like the time in which evoke childlike start and give your name, thanks to fear and admiration, things that do not understand. You will be given many names by the way, and not understand who you are until the end of time ...

Start a planet is our justification to the existence and inescapable duty to take into account how wonderful it is. If we are endowed with almost all the answers, yet there are millions of questions can be answered only in the imagination, and there are millions of questions that only understand when you see your creation struggle, unaided, to the vagaries of life and understand little by little, that effort has struggled to become what we are now.

If your planet is destroyed by itself, or any catastrophe, death accept your resignation, I know you will. Travel thousands of light years, in vain look for any disaster, internal or external to destroy all that energy and beauty flow from end to all without respite. But that's part of life, and if things need to happen that way, never calculate, nor is there who has more or less fortunate. We follow the laws of life as we have been granted since the beginning of time. And if you ask me you have to die, well, that need to awaken in you, it's just as things should be.

Ultimately what is a God without creation? Although you feel that you occupy a higher place, you're just a cog, so do not let that word "God" let it go too far to the head. As a member of your community, velarás for them, in a manner so clever ever praise you for who you are, but what they think they are. If you do your job will praise you for what you did not like the sun and stars, and will ignore you so you really do!

Life does not guarantee us remain alive, and our life is subordinate to your new community, without understanding you, you understand, without knowing your real name, your name, and if life is what you get to know at some point, you know and share your life, you will not feel alone, and find a new pleasure, which is what I experience to write now, right before my death (with relevant satisfaction for having done my duty, which success will be reflected in eternity, for you), when I've been waiting a long time and whose results will not have the pleasure of seeing, that is sending a new life to a distant planet to form another, a new life which is really old, eternal ... a new life that I knew since I was a bacteria.

* Language Translation Eternum 0001 to English by the Space Pope

Red Eyebrows After Waxing

Suicide causation (speculation)

we reduce our presence at the most basic survival. But we survived not only as individuals but also collectively. There are many people in the world that we only care about suicide as a condition to a nearby plausible ours, not as an incident capable of mass destruction, because it is biologically impossible. There are suicidal, because nature allows us, and is "so rare ..." If bodies are programmed by agents external, why create a system of self-sabotage? And if we are independent individuals, why destroy what should come first because of our status as beings endowed with life?

I think there comes our independence from the operator, our break with nature, there comes out half our uniquely human, cultural. I read somewhere that a philosopher Pico della Mirandola called had proposed to our existence in this way: God created the world, and assigned each item a specific function, for example, tigers can not stop hunting, the plants are static and are, like the rest things, a fixed target. Humans, by contrast, are unfinished beings, beings who have the obligation to build ourselves, there lies our freedom and our greatness. The crude summary of this ingenious proposal shows that we have some freedom to create ourselves, to find a non-assigned within the universe. With this position, I assume total freedom (indeed, I am an ardent follower of causal determinism) but I give the man a freedom, as a species, they are built.

I have not researched enough about suicide, but usually occurs due to physiological or pathological causes than for any other reason. That is, as I've read this behavior is simplified to a simple disease. It is likely, however, would also analyze the effect on the environment in which there is semantic. Many people speak of suicide, and I've heard this analogy related to the poets. It is a curious aspect, suggesting a childish ignorance but I do not think that should be taken lightly. People associated with suicide poetry must have a certain fear of inner exploration, then, as they say "can lead to madness." I think this fear, although significantly social patterns, also have consequences more intimate level where it can create a certain fear of self, based not only with what you see and what you hear, but also to what is experienced.

suicide in some cases must have some logical justification, and usually then become a symbolic issue. Many people have died and will die by sacrificing his life for some ideal. Therefore, from a certain perspective, we are not unique and solipsistic, we need to communicate, and we need to exist, not only for ourselves but also for others. We are aware and we are as individuals, but also believe in the unity which we call "human beings", and live in reality, not for ourselves but also for others. Suicide may be seen as somewhat egocentric, but it is performed (justified or not) for others.

Fotos Al Desnudo De Long Dong Silver

Living
invade the kingdom from the breath, imagine
to the wild.
If I'm on the floor, laying, I can be more alive

an exploding poppies in the desert.

'm alive, even with my eyes turned inward
, although

lights decorate with black holes.
Although not sing but street
well imagine a thousand times,
I die of disappointment.

're alive, chrysalis, but cover him with suspicion

that simmer
colors that any late, too slow,
under the dark shadow of a tree
sinister limply
erase your last flash.

Wearing A Tight Sports Bra

Live Your fears are like songs of birds arriving ago bit of paradise

- Have you ever felt admiration for something they do not understand, and you can barely imagine?
- Something like that ... like when you have a picture of something you do not know but which you believe blindly that other people can imagine this abstract entity different, but you know it's there, though you can not really benchmark it with your mind ...
- I know what you mean but I'm not talking about that. I am speaking not of a noun imagistic, not a "something" created with properties between knowable and uninterpretable, but feel admiration for an abstract entity in itself need not have form, but somehow it is beautiful.
- So if it is, not physical, but to be beautiful has to be attached as a sense, is that otherwise might seem beautiful? Maybe a math problem may seem beautiful, what what you mean?
- Not exactly, but I like what you think. Linda, to be honest, though partly be disappointed in me, I mean your eyes.
- Mmm ... That if I did not expect that he had "no way? My view is shaped in a sense, I was expecting something more difficult.
- Is not like your look, here comes the hard part. It's not what I want to say with your eyes, not the tenderness and the reflection or depth, is not something I see with my eyes, is something I can not even imagine but I find aesthetically pleasing, is something that is only my mind but I know it exists because it exists in every one of us!
- My soul?
- I'm not talking about a noun!
- I know ... it is very difficult to understand you, maybe it is my wish for you ...
- Almost ...
- Almost? Am I going to tell?
- Is your fear
- Do you think that I have you scared?
- Not that I'm afraid, is your fear itself. You look what you're saying is that you feel it, nothing else, is the only vehicle that brings me to the next step. Not that I like to be afraid and do not want to provoke it.
- But you're scaring me ...
- If you see? Now I know it's there, and for some reason, I want to try to understand not think I'm a totally irrational. Now I know that there is your fear, I enjoy it because it is beautiful. Again, do not get me wrong. I do not enjoy, Fear not my intention to feel dominant over you, that's not about the pleasure I feel, is a pleasure merely aesthetic, disinterested, it's crazy, I know, but you have to understand ...
- Treatment ...
- I will not be afraid, it's just your fear. Your fear is like listening to songs of birds recently arrived from paradise ...
- I think I want to send me to heaven
- Shut up!
- ...
- I did not mean to shout, it is not me you understand. I'm not the mad aggressor who enjoys your pain. Has nothing to do with notions sadomasochistic or religious or anything like that, I am merely a spectator of your fear, and I like it because it makes you suffer, because I know I can not rescue your fear of standing out as your savior, Everything that's out of context! Your fear is like seeing a picture, and I'm not seeing a damn psychologist but as the first primate stood watching the stars, you know? The monkey did not want to eat the star did not want to mate with them, did not want to be your own damn! I was happy with how beautiful they are, because the unfortunate saw them beautiful, that's how I see your fear, is beautiful, but never hurt you ...
- "Not to hear the birds ...?
- Do not cry, your fear is something special, but do not understand how I can see it well ... the songs of birds are beautiful and melancholy, I can almost hear his song, but I do not hurt you so ... is there really a human being who can see the fear of another person?

Drinks With Gin Tonic And Kahlua

To understand, analogémonos

The unspoken I write, the loneliness. This is possible because I'm not part of the unit, because I separated from the others to gain experience. It is a different form of evolution, though it remains the same. Evolution: adaptation. Two similar individuals are separated, and the environment around them changes. After thousands of years are reunited, but they are different, they are rehabilitated. Intelligence: Evolution.

These beings, a magical day of contemplation that could be heaven or reflection, were aware of its existence, of himself, and had a rehabilitation. Separation: intelligence: evolution. Now the experience is not processed by the mother's intelligence that makes the body absorb the surroundings. Now the specimen seeks to adapt the environment (and fear) to their needs. Separation: solitude. Loneliness sets a level of experience much more productive. Intelligence: communication.

words are not mine. Adding the self implied: I say that words are not mine, nor letters, nor thought nor myself. I'm just a craftsman who works through analogies. There are no communication barriers, only the consensus culture, symbolic community. To understand, analogémonos. Symbol: drive. Say rose, red rose among thorns. The red rose among thorns discolored. The lips, the woman, blood, life, where life is born. Where death begins.

No single words, there is no artistic failure, there is consensus. Culture: blackmail. The separation we dislike, separation makes us an ego, separation makes us individuals, only Dionisio us together once again to frolic, delirious, turn to the whole, to the mother's intelligence. Culture: drive: Delirium: happiness. Happiness is art. Dionisio is art. The instrumentation human, manufactured in the dreamy delirium. A drunken super heat that consumes us. Again, the dreamers awake dependent frenzy. Orgasm: life. Dream ...