June 2008

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Love Letter 2008, the Cult or not at all "शिवा शक्ति शान्ति" Koi

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"Love Letter, 2008

of Worship or not at all "

Perpetuation of my poor fate sentimental and sexual organized this mess which serves as my life is like a Greek dramarturgie. Kunkyen I miss. No greater empathy has emerged since his ...
in me remains. I do not know what fate holds for us, reunions or separation forever in a sea of absolute emptiness I hope we are around the lake Tibetan lake where dreams come true where geometric forms designed by the thoughts become tangible inhabited villages. Daikin that inspire me the way mothers do to stay directly with myself, refine my intentions ever more blurred as time goes by like a raptor in the trace.

I am a passenger.
I'm not stopping. must resign ourselves to this wonderful idea of being nothing, absolutely nothing
.
Skip to then have to be non-being
. The ultimate goal of wisdom is to not be at all, soak up the universe as a single mirror and be satisfied. That would be "happiness" according to some scholars. So, would not want to be "Be" again.
What we hope never happens, so you must not expect at all, that's the wisdom of the golden mean, no longer desired at all, no longer even hope. Especially stop asking, through unbearable human is a dilemma to remain totally independent in deciding to enter into a commitment of any kind, because we necessarily distorts a little maintenance. First it is emptied his vital energy cons steal anything in return.

contempt, yes, of dishonor. Feeling dirty with no thought or attention.

Kunkyen, "
your heart, this theater hierarchical broke mine. Heart to Heart uneven after which I was expelled from the Royal Box, to not even have the slightest right jump seat in back of the room.
Your silence is despicable. "

relants Some thoughts come back to me sometimes, like an old taste in the mouth that does not leave. Friends say they are "crap shanti kunkyenie us yet."

If I still feel in me, maybe too still think of me, sometimes I am tempted to believe, that would make us a consort so romantic if only we found ourselves at last, all this wait unconscious take its meaning. You never ceased to haunt me, I always wonder what you can do well at every moment of the day, it matters to me.

you become more blurred and unreal, the more I claim you, my love.

My thirst for you could not find a better way that his contentment.

There is no more picture of you in me, no more visual or sensual attachment with you, and yet every cell of my body is impregnated you, your memories tattooed on my heart soul. ago 1356 days of that you wanted me in your arms with all your love and your 17 years.
You are the happiest moment of my life Kunkyen. Ass Ass praline, then I'll hurt your knees.

Sometimes I can imagine with me, invisible, me trying to guess you like a ghost. Absent and present around us we create an aura of protection that is ours. It's our secret world. You are the engine of my dreams. Without you I do not want anything with you because I feel like you're the one I was looking for since I was born. I want you and everything you could share my love of beauty, travel within ourselves and discover all lands inviolate absolute nectar of love lost.

Why fight in defiance of what should be? Young the ambition of the ego go together 11 years and a half difference it makes our ability to platonic love, and without tangible reality? It would take a sign from you, I do not know who you are and you refuse to let you know me, it's very hard as a trial of you. You remain implacable as a judge sentenced me you never see you again.

You did not find any mitigating circumstance.

laminat my ego then I walk like a human being stripped of her finery evil, I am robbed of all ambition and achieving my extreme imperfectude non-specialty in nothing at all, I accepted the ridiculous of all life. There is no way to seize the machine, it shred your dreams more illusory in a vegetable soup in the past. Life has no meaning. Sometimes she would say experts.

Loving the absence, the enigma of sleep. We do not know what they are doing.

Some nights, my mind is invited to a few lessons visual and sensory I am not aware. Was it a dream or telepathy? Her eyes, her mouth, her body fail me if I'm still in touch with his soul. Imagination sublime embrace a new thrills my heavenly body, as a hope of life.

Beyond all understanding, beyond all logic, I still love and desire only to find it in my arm wrestler. I want to give him all my love independent, sharing with him the adventures of life and accelerate the thirst to exist in the real world created by the "Together".

It lives only by proxy.

generation "all technologies available" is no longer trying to live events, it is to fix the image, the compact in an illusion of memory and omnipotence. This is the new wave capture what does not exist. It prints moments before they arise.

The irritation of your nose will not remove all broken there beneath the crust. Just a thank you gesture can be mistaken as perjury. The ego has its own means and outs, it will be reduced to nothing in the darkness of a moonless night. Give me your hand, handsome stranger, like a fury in your bosom I cling like a moth to your fleece glistening with desire.

Soup feathers and molasses product attachment of attention Mutual into a common intangible. Outside of any system or development in reality, life is a dish best served without hunger. The universe we satisfies all its rays sharing and separation, we survive and fend for yourself in this individualism standard.

antinomian what natural selection?
We caught up the past when we lack this, it is projected into the future when this is set by the routine. When there are no signs of changing the mind leaves incrustation of sufficiency, it pollutes certainties.

must come to terms with the unknown, to shake the spirit dehumanized, rendered lifeless by all the plastic that clutters.

Having no recognition of human beings is ultimately the most opportunistic of all beings of creation. When it comes to surviving there is no morality, expediency is permanent can be perpetuated in this reality. Sewer rat you become pussy beach, in an instant can change costumes and nod in a blanket approval. When a wall of silence prevents me from breathing I bang my head against the wall ... What good is a life essentially turned on itself, what is it?! The inertia of the disorder arises after, and consciousness evaporates in smoke my joint.

Where is he? What is it? Since it says nothing I live in this constant fear of not knowing anything. Anxiety about death fills all, his silence is killing me slowly. I have no illusions, I husked sections of multifaceted life to discover that it is the fear of anything that moves us forward to the whole. When the fear subsides there is more objective, more ideas for discussion because everything runs on the vaulting of the indifference of differentiation.

I fly like a bird and still observe the world with new eyes, each view providing strength to the network of perceptions earlier. My participatory observation mission shortens my social function, reducing it to nothing. A pest that eats the system from within, like a good Rainbow Warrior. It's me who'll win because I'm in the most opportunistic of the two systems.
Kunkyen is a fly laid eggs of vermin to reduce my mind to nothingness, rolling my ego and let my body undead maintained by payroll taxes for millions of ants. Only with God's Love I keep the road somehow. A poor fate of cicada, would probably punctuated La Fontaine!

Behind the dark night of disappointing your hopes this apparition took place.

It made you eat the grain of your ignorance. The sight of your happiness is sacrificed a disaster for the senses, you t'avilies to say No when to say Yes, fixed oral sadistic stage you decided to ruin everything by supposedly "free will
."

The storm miracle will not happen, you worry wash your hands.

The harvesting of non-desperate act does not fertile manure.

Vermin of man is the non-act.

Anything that pushes the least exertion lessens.
As a being existing form, when cowardice takes the whole body and heart, mind
too little slave no longer dream.

The obsessivité of completing the unfinished body of resentment and loneliness permanent members and maintained. Loyalty will not help, it is worth nothing to him. Nothing of value Apart from a beautiful chest feel. . .

Peace Love Light from Shanti

* Link to ACT II === * LOVE LETTER 2010 or the DICTATORSHIP OF POOR ===
http : / / shivashaktishanti.blogspot.com/2010/10/lettre-damour-2010-ou-la-dictature-du.html

Shiva Shakti Shanti ©

shanti999 @ hotmail.com

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MENY FP - Frederick Pontonnier
(10/16/1965 to 06/11/2008)

I miss you too, my brother, I love you too! ! !

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Frontierland Place- Leather Bracelet

C. The NO-LIFE? by Shiva Shakti Shanti

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[C Koi The NO-LIFE? ? ? ]
by SHIVA SHAKTI SHANTI (-3s-)

I in their thirties, no work, my parents, some friends and I live day the day in punishment of my moods.

June 11, 2008 (17h): I just lost my beloved brother, Fred , aka FP MENY

writer homeless, alone and dead in a barn in Corrèze a heart attack, too few Love it kills a pure soul to 42 years.

FP MENY writer SDF

http://efpe.free.fr/

The worst is that his second book "The Conquest of the disaster" (published by Sullivant) had just been released in early April 2008, he was so happy that finally given confidence by Andre Bonmort and was preparing to deliver his best for him ...

The heart dropped, an angel is dead.

http://www.e-torpedo.net/article.php3?id_article=2674&titre=FP-Meny-a-quitte-la-route

Little me make enthusiastic about life, it seems that I had a great ride and it will be counted as butter. time accelerating and yet only inaction takes off in the form of doves, none of my lost love is never returned to me, ever, they do not have the karma of salmon swimming against the tide to go back to the source that they were born.

Man selfishness is assumed, the woman absolute claim to wear it in the pilgrimage of this world, vampires of all, they leave nothing once fed and reproduced, especially not the respect is due to the sacrifice, they plunge into the mud where they come from that makes them think there overhang. I stress among African squatters who threatened to move into the building, it will be hard again this month. I can not stop sleeping is good, the month has passed quickly for once! With some stories Bedo fighting a duel, nothing very convincing to tell, one might cite the pending response from Gerard for Jordan and NGOs and I know if I still believe Miracle or not ...?

(Not that the wind, yet the wind, the tit ... nothing happened ... it was just the parental politeness ...)

So far none of my prayers was not answered

, I have really nothing left to fight for my life, I continue the journey alone and definitely single, continuing to dance and tell my poor stories of professional survival. Now that my brother Fred died, I feel orphaned. My big brother, "my little sister" I never did hear his voice, it's over, it was my first rebel guru-teacher.

We, the "particular beings" we are always alone. Is disturbed.

Minj is an evening of youth one evening I was invited, I did my color, but I'm not feeling very well, I cough calves and I'm afraid that I break my hut during my absence, I begin to paranoid with imminent threats of squatting in the building.
And then their thirties with kids of 18-19 I would work. it does no good to hurt me for nothing. I will still remain locked throughout the weekend in my rat hole.
Anyway the darn Minja denied me, she too, in a beautiful "you pollute me I no longer need you" after 8 years of false fraternity she looks me up like a bullet. .. It becomes like girls that FP MENY described in his writings ... a Luna among others ... One day

O. connects to MSN, as usual from 6 months, I do not speak, do not answer me , not even hello or it disconnects as soon as I connect. But at the same time I blocked it, which is weird! He keeps in touch, in his way, he remains my friend.
K. I blocked and deleted from his contact msn ages ago ... I'm not his "friend". What a deal! it takes me all my attention and energy is peanuts when shit happens to me, but I made hay.

:::: o::
That's the "No-Life" :: o::::

Good luck k. with your putillas, they are also any that you, little thieves of nothing, Casanova supermarket meat brief second choice,

... God damn you betrayed me, you left me to sacrifice Meat second choice ...

oO0Oo
_.-=+=-._ oO0Oo _.-=+=-._

oO0Oo

My being is forever Cloven despair, and confidence I brought in you should guide me nowhere, now

I'm really a lost child in the universe.
I did everything to make it happen by top experts of free will that does not believe in magic or sorcery of life for them all is explained by "logical thinking" they deny any lack Mystique experience and interpret that feeling and Sucking in terms of psychiatric because they do not know but when you seek God, we find
.
Looks like we will give a perverse pleasure in hurting and to offer himself in sacrifice like Prometheus, for queer. It calls on God to help because these people are monsters, including myself, sometimes I despise us all.

To test the bravery of my heart. I'm in the Ordeal. Who I am, I'm going in the tunnel of darkness into the light I have no aversion to any vibration I start to be in total Unconditional Love taking our Mother as an example.
That bless us Pachamama all its goodness! The ordeal is to be closer to God and the soul of human beings-live, and all the wandering ghosts, there are more judgmental and color perception becomes for the heart, not the color of the body or mind, but of the soul ...

It is a wonderful exercise of sublimation of terribly real. -> O O- I prayed my pain in all the sacred places I begged God for allowing me to review K., and here I am to serve as a foil to the band Suck ... If
Shiva sees me he has a good laugh, I rolled by chimeras, waterfalls imaginative set of scenarios throbbing unspoken.
It is what sucks K., but I too am too lame. Why I made a fixette on him? Was it a spiritual osmosis, physical, cerebral, esoteric, or simply symptomatic sexual and vulgar?

I do remember I invented around a phantasmagoria of memories in fact it happened only very little in reality, the gnognote for any mortal being ...

say that I got it for me to hang up we can say that I was really worse off ...

But so little was already so finally, I threw myself headlong into a trap idiot hoping that it would begin, as it would to me, because a god for a moment at least he had loved me despite our 11 years and a half difference.

In the "wrong direction" because I am a woman! (...)

<----x----> o:::::::: o::::

That's the "non-Love"

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human foulbrood 21st at her computer at the fabric of vampirize it still offers little, she toured her day,

ie say nothing of his only ride of the day boils down to the neighborhood to turn fetch its various drugs daily coca-cola, fags, Bedo, coffee because you have to smoke big firecrackers to support such a life of solitude. Should not that it lasts too long? both accelerate the dying process ...

survival it is reduced to that, we expect that as time passes, and we are looking for ways to make pass more quickly, like a duck to swallow ...

The days, weeks, months go by and nothing happens.

Everything is dirty, I do not care at all, especially me. Frankly I'm holdin
but we must admit that I no longer believe in anything.
No boom, no, that shots blade.

I'm insensitive to everything foreign to them, and I became a rebel who lives in a bubble not beautiful.

My i-pod I miss, as it is out of order, I can not type my delirium in the metro as this great blacos the video above, and frankly the last year since my return from India has resulted in some outgoing shamanic dances in face of the sacred and secular buildings, subways, city hall, railway stations, streets, wherever there is social, I shamanise souls.
I am the ghost kidult Metro Paris, Saint Lazare and line 3 to Republic's my basic shamanise I, I "bholenatise" the brave souls who still believe in love, I send them my strength and my love would be our Divine Mother.

So my working tool is down, but I have a friend in gold, through God, David Davymaus which is actually an angel incarnate in a human body alive, he loaned me one until I could get another. Phew, saved! ! ! !

In the Paris Metro I converted a moment of hell in paradise thanks to the music without it I could not survive, humans are too materialistic, dehumanized by poor sentiment.

and it's getting worse and worse,

attitudes are gradually rotting as their fear of losing increases.

They have not even had time to find themselves, what a waste of time karmic.

I am an "assisted". "A parasite of society."

In India I am " Shanti Baba " or " Kalimati

" I get a lot of respect.

I have nothing. I did nothing, accomplished nothing useful, my life today is the result of the illusions built yesterday.

I have no illusions today, what awaits me worse for tomorrow? There is

those who do not come out, they are offered a bowl of empty instead of full and we use them as a scapegoat and stooges:

¤ is a high price to pay for assisted

insidiously implied contract states will worry about your back, even when it does not belong to you is your penance attended ¤
In assisting others it takes power over them, the supreme power of life and death, of life or survival, who deserves what?
What factors are pushing people to give, anything? Give, take, I do not know, I'm in an insane system where there are only losers. We are all slaves.

dependence is disgraceful that we're talking about.

>>>() >>>()
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Let yourself live like a barrel in the sea without a dream or hope.

To drift like a buoy, to be in the ordeal and leave its fate in the hands of the creator.

Heroism suicidal the last shall be first? ? ?

" Terrorists of our own existence !"

dixit

FP MENY <<<<> <<<<> <<<<> <<<<>

>>>()
>>>() >>>() >>>

is really a con buoy is neutral and passive a buoy, it feels no love no hate ,
it knows no indication of directional sense , it is useless, is the personification of
empty. _.:^:.__.:^:.__.:^:._ _.:^:.__.:^:.__.:^:._ _.: ^ :.__.:^:.__.:^:._

We breed of warriors sense our destiny is to be sacrificed for reasons that escape us. <<<<> <<<<> <<<<> <<<<> _.:^:.__.:^:.__.:^:._ _.:^:.__.:^:.__.:^:._

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wrapped in my blanket blue kitsch I am looking for my words, my words, my ideas, because everything has gone, there's nothing left of what I could be and today I'm more than ashes myself

it flies in the wind and it just paste it into the nostrils to remind you that nothing lasts, except my pain.

It's like waves, okay, here it comes,
I do not care, actually it's not all, then it's nothing, then that's all. . KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.KKKKKKKKK.KKKKK

A snake biting its tail.

Grand Samsara in all its splendor and completeness.

¤
>>> ( Peace Love Light from Shanti
)
>>> ¤ Shiva Shakti Shanti

shanti999@hotmail.com
http://shivashaktishanti.hi5.com/

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"In Which shelf?" by Shiva Shakti Shanti

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<<<<> Our Blessed Lady of Sorrows <<<<> _.:^:._

"in Kel shelves? YET! ! _.:^:._

Mortgage your love, you do not make tart loneliness & frustration made in Babylon, stamped eternally to our greatest regret , indelible
we do not get rid of him.

. The company isolates us because when we are alone we come to anything.

It is emptied of its deepest claims, none of the spirit is all action and prevent any future projection.

The gap is widening between the self and others, causing a mismatch with the world as a social entity.

still make a fresh start, change,
but from what, headed for what event? Dispossessed of a false identity, identity is first disolve in perhaps scaffold on romantic lagoons. The mind gets stuck lust absolutely disdainful and deceitful, especially prevent anger comes to a better psychological development, the objectivity to see that nothing was ever worse.
If the sun pierced me again of its heat, the valiant effort would go back inside me pushing me towards the better, but my angels are desperate to surrender myself to my poor fate, which have proved too of spontaneous passion and calling "my dues" as a common service ...

lose his life to win, anything but that.

Live and not survive, such is the absolute goal for some, the new generation is running, stifled and learning, it will be released

Inshallah.

Healing of negativity surrounding it develop mental processes in order to withstand the destructive and alienating wave of perpetual disappointment.

Surviving

is to go from one disappointment;

Living

is adapt to this situation by trying to adjust positively

it raise its head every time continuing to dream of better
In the dream that the perfection of man exclaimed with all her unearthly beauty, before the action there for, and that's what I believe is considered. must admit I am far from having yet properly adjusted, I still recovering from my injuries as the crippled animal that licks its suffering in the hope that it will never reappear ...
flayed, anger is Yet more than cynical, no return, I absorbs and transforms it into understanding. Let do things, do not you let nothing be perpetrated indefinitely until oblivion?
entries in poor can only result in an average result, it is only in the movies when the blunder leads you to your destiny! Before a crude and cruel reality, and I'm the first to despair, I have few assets, I questioned and I see how I'm unbearable and inspires revulsion. But I know change quickly, my mind is accustomed. Biochemically the body responds to the mind, they become each other by mutual agreement.

I'm too sensitive to surrounding energies, and then there, in Paris, I'm exhausted and do nothing constructive, it kills me.

Love is everything.

Peace Love Light from Shanti

Shiva Shakti Shanti

shanti999@hotmail.com http://shivashaktishanti.blogspot.com/

Monday, June 16, 2008

Does Orange Juice Couse More Phlegm When Sick

* REAL * The Lament of Milf - Empty

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... The end of the beans ... Yet. For society and ants I am part of this caste "Loosers" parasites.

I lived for that, be the starting point and never really take off, or find myself back home France "its tail between its legs" after much adventure ... The misfortunes of

Shanti ...

I no basis.

When you realize that your quests have been prosecutions of chimeras by illusions and illuminations interposed. . . makes you realize that you have no basis for you to build, rebuild or you rejuvenate yourself, you're dying slowly, but surely ....

<<<<> << * Read that I have followed the impulses of my heart by believing in it every time, and look! :::::: <<<<>

I'm already a has-been at age 30 in the company of crawling larvae and grasshoppers transpiring semen useful! All of
sold bathing interested in their ego shit.

Alone in the world and never will be accepted pulled down a peg or two thousand times in this Amazon rut, one that tried to take a path of intuition of faith and devotion, Love ...
She made stoned.

several times but she is still alive, is actually a ghost!

It is the ghost of a warrior who never existed.

The Human nature is always surprising, in the negative sense of things, it covers the life of gilded, false pretenses and lies, for fear of getting involved in anything, sheep are brainwashed, all enlisted force We are all prisoners of ourselves and the system does not change that, it suits in his dealings. All friends go to the course of their lives, I believe that luck with my bad luck: the woes of shanti.

What ball this chick! At least we do not take the path it took to wear out of fear as she ... it's too sad truth. I've been using
cons-example, in some way-I am Helpful . I'm here, I stalled, I can hardly believe it, and it's true, I do not even pack, what for? For whom? For What?
I waiting nor expect help from anyone since I am a failure, I n'engrange no interest, either visual or relational, or financial influence or am I off- game, like an old sock thrown away without even a respect or simple humanity. rats, it allows the fabulous status of "Winner" to exist in the West castes are other names, but they are also tight in India, I am an Untouchable West is not tip-top on a resume ... "You're a winner you?"
Now you need a CV for everything, even to picnic, must show their credentials, even if you got a pretty face they do not care about your face, all they ask c is "how am I going to use it" ... "Profit" ... "Vampirize" ... an implicit or explicit everything is already predetermined, there is more spontaneity real, it is created for venal reasons ...
KKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLIIII YYYUUUUGGGAAAAAA:)! ! ! !

Even death sometimes seems sweet sublime face the bitterness of my life,
romanticism still exists, I saw in me as a burden, as a nature we can not counter or tell .
I have more dreams, I have no hope, I find life boring and dull as a whole, heavy solitude, I let myself be taken by the pessimism and inaction sterile. Everything is ugly, there's nothing left to dream, we are trapped in a world bounded by the consumer desires.

I smoke joints ..... apart from that trip pursuing impossible dreams of love what I already fucked these 30 years of life? I shortened the process by Pur-free will!

Nobody wanted to share anything with me, so I forgot everything.
I did not even experience an carnal love fantasy and not shared, you get rid of me as a shame walking or shameful memories, I'm jaded from so many ironic, me following so full of love I'm afraid.

Wearing my fanaticism in God (s) past me, leaving only the great void in my life, like an ass I am still guided by forces, with confidence and purity of heart, I am left beheaded , sacrificed, everyone applauds, is a beautiful soul who is proud to rub out, y 'is not one who takes your defense or soothe your pain, it revels in the crowd!

I live from day to day ... it leaves little memories ...

little real memory traces ...

A memory that speaks, and if you have nothing more to maintain then oblivion takes its rights to everything, even what you never want to forget.

You forget everything, everything, and even more than that.

Years Hopefully a daily word, a gesture, or thought better of him who had dared to hold hands and kiss me before all for the first time in my life.
he did was play my love for him despising my whole being, making himself the claws like a baby cat on an old branch compassionate, the abuser is not always that belief, age differences are often misleading. . . K. picked me like a little flower to put me immediately into the river of my tears never stopped flowing, so this link is heavy karmic and omnipresent. He ignores me , I denigrated, it mocks me with baltringues and believes himself clever ... He has forgotten me because I was not expecting it. "See you tomorrow" he did not care too much my face actually satisfied with his revenge on his little brother, finally it dominates, what little boy gleefully burn me so poor on this altar of your non-indicissible said. K. I just did believe what I believe was necessary to get what he wanted at this time, not once did he asked me a question or made initiatives vis-à-vis me, illustration terrible when a man does not care about your face, he will not know you, you got it just used vampirized and you love him and he became ill in denigrating you, which destroys you because you you are sincere then you do not understand.

Who would want this ramshackle hut doors slamming démantibulées by the south wind?

I desire nothing more. I know nothing.
I do not care at all, even not to know.
Every man for himself and I have nothing that I use a temporary shelter in this life without a future ... PUNK IS NOT DEAD! ! ! ! ! (But it smells like funny;)
No future, no plan, when you know that all is wind there is more energy to connect socially with others of all that crap are in vogue.

disappointments too much about others that becomes the backdrop for my own downfall.

me more heavy, especially for what interests you most, majority shall we say ...
All these betrayals by the big Other and the Most Near unconsciously become like the perfect setting for our own downfall and the worst is that I still rejoice!

How can I enjoy living in this 25m ² Asnières I am a prisoner without choices? I am condemned to celibacy and single bed, 30, kidult, never lived in coexistence with a loved one, not a penny more, almost never worked in the real world makes me pay dearly today saw the holes there is in my CV ...

I'm definitely off-game on the bench for "Looseuse", more car over semblance of freedom carried by other, more output, more phone calls and more "j'me la farts" who came to stage of life rather than die of boredom.

The empty absolute reality. The truth. Live it. it makes you "happy" it ??????
Forgive me for having nothing to say, poverty is nothing attractive, hide the misery that attracts me, I explain the misery, the door to your eyes, so I'd like to share everything I learned from all of us during my travels and adventures, our purpose in this beautiful Earth dilapidated by the ego of human beings so cruel to each other, for lack of love. And so I share a little time is ...

Peace Love & Light from Shiva Shakti Shanti
shanti999@hotmail.com
http://shivashaktishanti.hi5.com/

http:// shivashaktishanti.blogspot.com /

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Harold And Kumar Botomless Party

existential existential void - "The pit thirty Complaint" Observations and Reflections on

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"In the world where white asses défloqué half-thinkers alongside a half-world who think of themselves as demigods, it is preferable to orderly wind of about dowdy."

FP MENY
"The Conquest of the disaster "
(Editions Sulliver - April 2008)
" Come write a book with me on the sidewalk because you're so smart "(FP MENY)
http://efpe.free.fr/
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"I lived for that, be the starting point and never take off."

by Shiva Shakti Shanti maintains the illusion of ego, the ego is the enemy ... at the same time is the friend who allows you to discover you yourself and realize that this ego is not the real you is your social mask opportunist ready-to-all for "Exist" to believe you survive.

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The problem is that once you realized that it was all ego we find ourselves in the pure truth of emptiness, of nothingness, impermanence, delusion finally is not it more livable for a human being than the truth that burns with all its empty?

Illusion ego drugs after you forget everything and you wonder where are your parties years?,?

My worst memory is the drug, because I fight against this oversight undifferentiated rejection, the human civilization and the brain that corresponds to it has little to offer the end, apart from a mold well framed that leave you in the illusion of ego, but not yours, that of others! Slaves of her own ego, or slaves of the ego of others ... what to choose?

"it's not fun to be free himself "

Alfred Jarry
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It is yet alone in the world, even it is only together, each one carries its own karma, and sometimes we take the hand to move a mountain pass ... the path of the road without end or beginning ...

life death life death life death again and again, the illusion holds
time must not want them to have dimmed ... To fill the void of truth, we will accept any illusion as long as it makes you survive, keep alive is already a big challenge of supporting a slavery legal Without a Hero.