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[C Koi The NO-LIFE? ? ? ]
by SHIVA SHAKTI SHANTI (-3s-)
FP MENY writer SDF 
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.
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That's the "No-Life" :: o::::
... God damn you betrayed me, you left me to sacrifice Meat second choice ...
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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! (...)
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That's the "non-Love" :::: o:::::: :: o
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 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 isthose 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 <<<<> <<<<> <<<<> <<<<>
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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.
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>>> ( Peace Love Light from Shanti
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>>> ¤ Shiva Shakti Shanti
shanti999@hotmail.com
http://shivashaktishanti.hi5.com/
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