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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S8XkCtrO_ITq89Y8pDXW9xXUtNo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S8XkCtrO_ITq89Y8pDXW9xXUtNo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S8XkCtrO_ITq89Y8pDXW9xXUtNo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S8XkCtrO_ITq89Y8pDXW9xXUtNo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;A prince from a far away  kingdom was having a spiritual conversation with the love of his life, a  princess from a far away land, thus spiritually debating life, death  and purpose at his royal estate near his royal palace contemplating his  royal kingdom through his vast royal windows that were open wide by his  mentor, servant and most distinguished royal butler.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lucian,  his esteemed name was, while holding his beloved, sipping his wine  asked her about freedom and it's meaning. after a moment, her hand  slowly raised his chin and pointed towards the evening star.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smiling,  he thought to himself that one time too many have they debated over the  beautiful things in life, for theirs was beautiful indeed, thus he felt  an unstoppable urge to raise a whole different kind of question on  which both of them could meditate upon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So sudden were his thoughts that his beloved lady couldn't help but notice a quick to fade grin on her beloved's face.&lt;br /&gt;
Thus  he asks: What is horror? What is so horrible to a mind that it shuts  it's doors and windows or forces it to superhuman will in order to  escape ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They knew not all kingdoms fared as well as  theirs and not all lands were as welcoming to the feet and they knew not  all people were as kind and wise and welcoming as theirs. So they threw  thought over distant seas to the barbaric nations, a mixture of kin and  faith heard of only in old men's stories or dusty decaying books. She  thought such places cannot be, for without order and knowledge like  those found within the kingdom, what hope is there for any realm to  prosper and see reason become fact ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He however knew  better. He remembers still being woken by his chains... The tall man,  tied in chains, his hands scarred and painted, his face covered, that  the royal guards were once moving though the palace courtyard into the  cellars. His butler used to tell him stories regarding the barbarian and  his far away lands. Stories of blood, famine, death and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;
His  commitment to the night's proposed question that he himself proposed  was too great, and he would not let her denial get in the way.  Philosophy was, as he knew all too well, the one living gift he had the  obligation to grow and develop. So he thought and thought he did, for  when meeting eyes with his beloved he saw the evening star dimly shining  within them.&lt;br /&gt;
And remembered freedom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And in the  blink he turned facing the star. And it was free, for it was not of  earth. And he knew he was free, for he was not of those barbaric far  reaches. For what if he had been ? A mind such as his, touching the  heavens as it was, chained among beasts and savages, his delicate feet  left to walk the edgy rocks, his philosophies met by heavy fists to his  teeth ?&lt;br /&gt;
Her grace, the princess let slip the glass of wine, hands  fisted to her mouth, eyes wide, throat silent, for she had seen for the  first time in her life her beloved's face turn white, his smile erased  and cheeks teared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2632072386159848191-7539163820496955648?l=seccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~4/Cj_rSYvj7w4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/feeds/7539163820496955648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucid-horror.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/7539163820496955648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/7539163820496955648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~3/Cj_rSYvj7w4/lucid-horror.html" title="Lucid horror" /><author><name>seccentral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569137909593010581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BS7EOC9WXBE/TS2slnu0hpI/AAAAAAAAABs/N2_VYSUkVJo/S220/seccentral.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucid-horror.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BRH86fSp7ImA9Wx9WF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632072386159848191.post-5710694800244900230</id><published>2011-01-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:09:15.115-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-22T07:09:15.115-08:00</app:edited><title>Pater noster, Pater imon, Padre nuestro, Our father. For ever and ever</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IY58W_mSKQdyNhV4x-iVKncOHH0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IY58W_mSKQdyNhV4x-iVKncOHH0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IY58W_mSKQdyNhV4x-iVKncOHH0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IY58W_mSKQdyNhV4x-iVKncOHH0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh&amp;nbsp;Thou Cosmic Birther, from whom the breath of life is originated,&lt;br /&gt;
Who fills all realms of sound, light and vibration.&lt;br /&gt;
Let us experience Your&amp;nbsp;splendor within&amp;nbsp;the core of our being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let your heavenly domain&amp;nbsp;be within us. &lt;br /&gt;
Let Your will come true&amp;nbsp;in all the universes&amp;nbsp;and on this earth&lt;br /&gt;
Give us&amp;nbsp;guidance and wisdom&amp;nbsp;for our daily growth,&lt;br /&gt;
Release us from&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;bonds of&amp;nbsp;error&lt;br /&gt;
As&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;release others from&amp;nbsp;the bonds of&amp;nbsp;guilt. &lt;br /&gt;
Let us not be lost in superficial things&lt;br /&gt;
But free us from that which keeps us away from our true purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
From You comes the all-working will, the strength to act,&lt;br /&gt;
the song that beautifies all and renews all from age to age. &lt;br /&gt;
Sealed in trust, faith and truth, I confirm it with my entire being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this is not mine. i found it on the internet and i really like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2632072386159848191-5710694800244900230?l=seccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~4/7l-TWm3hsgg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/feeds/5710694800244900230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2011/01/pater-noster-pater-imon-padre-nuestro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/5710694800244900230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/5710694800244900230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~3/7l-TWm3hsgg/pater-noster-pater-imon-padre-nuestro.html" title="Pater noster, Pater imon, Padre nuestro, Our father. For ever and ever" /><author><name>seccentral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569137909593010581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BS7EOC9WXBE/TS2slnu0hpI/AAAAAAAAABs/N2_VYSUkVJo/S220/seccentral.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2011/01/pater-noster-pater-imon-padre-nuestro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCSHY6cSp7ImA9Wx9WEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632072386159848191.post-3297459100454207595</id><published>2011-01-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:47:49.819-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-14T07:47:49.819-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misogyny misandry" /><title>We bored, but we coool</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Teub-bHtGJgdwWXJzSfrZpquozM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Teub-bHtGJgdwWXJzSfrZpquozM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Teub-bHtGJgdwWXJzSfrZpquozM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Teub-bHtGJgdwWXJzSfrZpquozM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since it's trendy to be 12 and bored, why not add a little coolness and put some misogyny or misandry on top ?&lt;br /&gt;
It sure beats being emo, doesn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn't matter that you're a delicate totally clueless little bitch with social issues, but it sure teaches those *bastards* how real-cool-kids do battle, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;
Because, if you're a 12y old girlie you certainly know everything there is to know about men, you've met more than enough and had *long-lasting-relationships* with intense levels-of-communication and all them bastards let you down, the *fact* that your *men* are nothing more than freshly hatched pups is nothing but a minor and insignificant little detail.&lt;br /&gt;
Or, if you're a young know-it-all douche making momma proud, there's definitely enough knowledge in your vast spiritual essence to fill libraries whole on women-related topics. Who would even *ask* about your couple-months(at best) old *dead-serious-relationships* with kittens so fresh their pubes are having a hard time deciding to take a peek at the vast outdoors ?&lt;br /&gt;
Nah, of course you know. You know it all. So knowing and wise you are that you even decided to help others less fortunate than your *great* self, by placing labels here and there: that one sucks, this one blows, that one's worthless, but why should you stop here ? &lt;br /&gt;
Because it's *such* a time-saver to just label them all : Girls are worthless! Boys are worthless !&lt;br /&gt;
They do of course fall in your wisely devised categories and given your excessive experience there's no room for error.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Put that wisdom and knowledge to good use and answer this&lt;br /&gt;
"What's your excuse for not growing the f* up?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Why this? because i'm bored of all the status messages i'm seeing lately. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2632072386159848191-3297459100454207595?l=seccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~4/II5P9XFt_t8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/feeds/3297459100454207595/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-bored-but-we-coool.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/3297459100454207595?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/3297459100454207595?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~3/II5P9XFt_t8/we-bored-but-we-coool.html" title="We bored, but we coool" /><author><name>seccentral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569137909593010581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BS7EOC9WXBE/TS2slnu0hpI/AAAAAAAAABs/N2_VYSUkVJo/S220/seccentral.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-bored-but-we-coool.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFSHs7fyp7ImA9Wx9XGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632072386159848191.post-9081876692707667249</id><published>2011-01-12T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T05:18:39.507-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-12T05:18:39.507-08:00</app:edited><title>the the</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yL8WjaFDXtKZhhyTfYRq67-yZvQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yL8WjaFDXtKZhhyTfYRq67-yZvQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yL8WjaFDXtKZhhyTfYRq67-yZvQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yL8WjaFDXtKZhhyTfYRq67-yZvQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left high school in 2004. As I look back on my life since then, I realize that some things gave changes, and some things have stayed the same. Let me start by telling you about some of the changes… I used to spend the time at home, didn't go out much, there was little or no social life in my picture. I preferred computer games.. Yes, they had their purpose i guess. Otherwise they wouldn't have happened. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not that much into games nowadays. Not computer games anyway. I don't remember what i used to do and still do and it's not something i could write about at the flip of a switch. Maybe it works for others, not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can write about what changed. I changed. i got out of the house and into the open.I got a job, i grew up, I've fallen in love, i got hurt, i moved on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What don't I do ? I don't know. Probably things i consider bad. Really bad. Given a really desperate situation i wouldn't be so sure though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I think about anything small to big, big to small, it never matters, not for me anyway, perhaps I think too much and do too little about it.But I'm sure that will change too, perhaps it's already changing. Most of the time I'm trying to make sense of it. It being everything. Kind of a big job.Maybe a few eternities away i'll see it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But usually I just hope and pray for the best. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2632072386159848191-9081876692707667249?l=seccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~4/mtNUafZMudQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/feeds/9081876692707667249/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2011/01/the.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/9081876692707667249?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/9081876692707667249?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~3/mtNUafZMudQ/the.html" title="the the" /><author><name>seccentral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569137909593010581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BS7EOC9WXBE/TS2slnu0hpI/AAAAAAAAABs/N2_VYSUkVJo/S220/seccentral.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2011/01/the.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGSH88eCp7ImA9Wx5WFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632072386159848191.post-7250769241177736075</id><published>2010-09-28T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:17:09.170-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-28T03:17:09.170-07:00</app:edited><title>click here to read *FOR FREE*</title><content type="html">
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they have abused the word so much, it's so beyond irritating.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-rL8PZHWipPnQ9dwHkA668m_wA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-rL8PZHWipPnQ9dwHkA668m_wA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-rL8PZHWipPnQ9dwHkA668m_wA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-rL8PZHWipPnQ9dwHkA668m_wA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pokeritze si rockalari sau the &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;PokenRock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;syndrome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stiu ca sunt nenumarate opere de arta pe tema asta, dar cu sfiala imi permit a aduce cateva completari(sper) nenumaratelor descrieri si satire la adresa pokemonilor sau cum au mai fost denumiti toti acesti wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pentru cei care inca nu sunt in tema sa incep cu a defini conceptele:&lt;br /&gt;
sa incepem cu pokertizele ;)) vorba aia, "ladies" first:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Pokeritza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;[plural pokeritze]&lt;br /&gt;
Este categoria care le cuprinde pe donsoarele care (chiar de la aparitia parului pubian sau mai devreme) au avut destul respect de sine incat sa se decida ca a fi doar pitzi nu este spiritual implinitor, drept urmare au decis ca the next best thing must be rock. Rock is cool, rock is wicked, brutal and trendy. In viziunea donsoarelor este tot ce au nevoie pentru a se pozitiona confortabil pe scara sociala.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rockalar&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[plural rockalari]&lt;br /&gt;
Este categoria care cuprinde mititeii tristi si neintelesi care au decis sa-si despleteasca aripile roz-bombon in speranta unui curent ascendent cu destinatia rockosfera. That's the big thing. That's the serious thing. That's the kind of thing that makes them "men". Seriozitate, maturitate, inteligentza (nu oricine asculta rock domle).&lt;br /&gt;
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Toate bune si frumoase, pasaricile si-au luat zborul si acu dau din cap pa ritmuri rock. Pasaroii si-au incruntat sprancenele si acuma sunt pradatori fiorosi. True warriors, fierce beasts of the skies! *yay*.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ne plimbam prin cluburi dha 'roackeri', ascultam 'metale', dam din cap si suntem cool, ne tragem o sarma in 5 coltzuri si moare sucubelele dupe noi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Automat intr-o nefericita conversatie cu un 'proaspat "adept"' al curentului esti confruntat cu intrebari sau raspunsuri fundamentale(filozofice domle) de gen:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;la rockalar&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
"iti place tricoul meu? eee l-am luat de la concert" (ma da ce fidel esti cauzei) &lt;br /&gt;
"fa si mie cunostinta cu ceva fete" (...ce-ai zis ma?, sa ma fac eu de kkt pentru tine? fuck off)&lt;br /&gt;
"e misto in clubu asta, e imbracata mortal lumea" (te-am intebat ceva?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;la pokeritza&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
"esti rocker?" (nu fa, ti se pare)&lt;br /&gt;
"cine canta piesa asta?"&amp;nbsp; (taci in **** sh'asculta)&lt;br /&gt;
"vaaai ce pleata faina ai!!!" (te-ai umezit bine?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
"ce trupe preferate ai?" (cati ani ai tu ma?)&lt;br /&gt;
o piesa anume in boxe: "am toate albumele lor" (bravo, stii sa numeri)&lt;br /&gt;
"nu te supara pot sa stau si eu la masa cu voi, pareti de treaba" (mdah macar atat)&lt;br /&gt;
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Despre zmei e funny ca vin impachetati cu grija, parul lins, ciocu sus si privirea in "flacari". E clar, ti se vor prabusi atat de multe pokeritze la picioare incat se vor deteriora bocancii lu taticu frecati ore in sir cu atat grija. Dar ca un dur trebuie sa suferi, arata-le ca esti barbat feroce! *hrr*&lt;br /&gt;
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Nu prea stau sa fac critica adresata masculilor feroce din generatia proaspat rasarita, ii trimit la origini si-mi vad de ale mele, in schimb nu ma pot abtine cand vine vorba de sexul frumos si destept :)))). Cel mai bine se observa rafinamentul si delicatetea cand incep sa donsoarele a dansa pe tot felul de alternative de 2 lei jumate. &lt;br /&gt;
Muama da ce tare esti tu, si cate kilograme de vopsea neagra ti-ai turnat in par, cat ruj negru ti-ai pictat pe bot si ce grija ai avut cand ti-ai varuit obrajii, sprancenele si genele dar mai cu seama cum ai avut devotamentul si rabdarea de otel la capitolul gheare, cu cata grija le-ai lipit si le-ai imbrobodit intr-un negru lucios. Si cat de mult ai colindat prin targ dupa tinichele intzepatoare. Cum ai plans nopti in sir si ai visat minunata clipa in care vei straluci in dantela corsetului(imprumutat). Ce sa mai zic, esti o printesa goth in inima noptii.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pana cand imi dansezi lambada pe fundal limbi in parc ( n-am nimic cu fanii LinkinPark si nici cu trupa in sine, doar ca am vazut prea multi sparti si sparte -cu mici exceptii- care au evoluat spiritual spre universul rock prin trupa asta ). Aici ai stricat-o asa de bine, ca mai bine stateai acasutza si iti faceai poze la bombeu cu aparatu lu mami in oglinjoara.&lt;br /&gt;
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Si ma intreaba lumea da ce ai bre cu ei ? ... Nimic :) (slava Domnului)&lt;br /&gt;
Bine si atunci de ce ii iei la misto ? (mai mult decat se iau singuri nu sunt capabil, fac doar haz de necaz partea proasta e ca ei nu se prind)&lt;br /&gt;
Ok fie si totusi care e problema? Ignora-i! ("este" muultii bree, prea muuulti)&lt;br /&gt;
Ai prea multe principii! (ti-am zis eu -join the club- si nu stiu?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Am aberat destul :)) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bJnyUCg0nDolcTn8U_HgU55Eq2M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bJnyUCg0nDolcTn8U_HgU55Eq2M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeah, taken from my deviantart account.. what can i do ? :P i can't find inspiration on command&lt;br /&gt;
here it gouz:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;I am a scorpio. And word goes my kind's annoyingly logical.&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore  it's only logical that I try to logically explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;
A bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Logic  is the balance in everything. Understanding or better said&lt;br /&gt;
comprehending  the nature of the universe and hmmm it's opposite. That I will&lt;br /&gt;
call  nothingverse or better yet nonverse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So we have balance.&lt;br /&gt;
Balance  is the way I try to explain the coexistence of the verses in what i  define as infinity. This universe is governed by laws and therefore is  ordered and perfectly balanced.&lt;br /&gt;
The &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Everything&amp;gt;&lt;everything\&gt;&lt;everything&gt; is perfect  balance. Therefore the &lt;/everything&gt;&lt;/everything\&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;everything\&gt;&lt;everything&gt;Nothing&amp;gt;&lt;nothing&gt;&lt;nothing\&gt; must be perfect chaos.&lt;br /&gt;
They  define one another as they pass through each other in the never-ending&lt;br /&gt;
spiral.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The  ancient yin yang symbol or the horizontal 8 represent this. The Y/Y is&lt;br /&gt;
spinning.  The light side with darkness in it's core just like a galaxy from&lt;br /&gt;
our  universe with it's super giant black hole at the middle, the dark side&lt;br /&gt;
with  light, a twin-galaxy of the nonverse. spinning together, defining each-&lt;br /&gt;
other.  Funny how scientists labeled the most encountered "matter" in our&lt;br /&gt;
universe  as dark matter. (dark matter is hypothetical matter that is&lt;br /&gt;
undetectable  by its emitted radiation, but whose presence can be inferred&lt;br /&gt;
from  gravitational effects on visible matter [wikipedia quote])&lt;br /&gt;
;) always  defining each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Similar is the horizontal 8. Everything-ness  alwas passes through the middle. yet the center is null. There goes my  personal quote "infinity is null"&lt;br /&gt;
It is balanced.&lt;br /&gt;
Same goes with  day-to-day life. If one is at a tremendous loss, someone else is  overwhelmed with joy. Then at a later sequence in time the roles may  shift. Popularly called wheel of fate, karma, etc. There is no life  without pain, as there is no life without joy. They are all just  shifting paths toward balance in it's sequences(or time).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore,  if you do not understand this, there's definitely someone who does. And  if you're looking for the answers, they are also looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;
If  you try to do something awfully evil, rest assured there's someone  going to stop you with just as much willpower as yourself. If you try to  do something lovely there will be someone who just couldn't help it and  try to ruin it. In time though, balance can be achieved. Makes me  wonder if it's all just neutral. Time will most definitely tell &amp;gt;:),  but my -scorpio intuition- tells me there's more to it than this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If  you mock this, you are doing a perfect job of maintaining balance. What  I believe is logical, you may see as chaotic. It is your obligation to  intervene. What you are doing in effect is actually obeying the laws of  logic without realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This may not be traditional logic, it  may relate to the field of philosophy, but I believe that logic is  infinitely complex and therefore all of it except a very very small part  hasn't been yet analyzed by human beings. And what is more beautiful in  all of Logic's splendor, than to let it's infinity be touched by the  mind of one puny creature like myself ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, given the  fractal nature of infinity, I can logically conclude that puny and  massive are all relative. And what is really un-relative and undefinable  is thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So if you have no f'ing idea what you've just read,  rest assured.&lt;br /&gt;
Your mind suddenly became unbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;
Your mind is  already trying to address this issue.&lt;br /&gt;
Neurons are already  connecting in ways as they never have before.&lt;br /&gt;
You are changing in  order to regain balance through understanding.&lt;br /&gt;
It's logical, isn't  it ?&lt;br /&gt;
:) please comment. if i've shaped the mind of one, i've changed  the universe            &lt;/nothing\&gt;&lt;/nothing&gt;&lt;/everything&gt;&lt;/everything\&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2632072386159848191-3760873227001175676?l=seccentral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~4/9b60yIZdyu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/feeds/3760873227001175676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2010/02/logic.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/3760873227001175676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2632072386159848191/posts/default/3760873227001175676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InfinityIsNull/~3/9b60yIZdyu8/logic.html" title="Logic" /><author><name>seccentral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569137909593010581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BS7EOC9WXBE/TS2slnu0hpI/AAAAAAAAABs/N2_VYSUkVJo/S220/seccentral.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seccentral.blogspot.com/2010/02/logic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

