Smelly shoe - Shoe didn't miss the flag
At first I thought why this guy didn't throw his camera to mr. Bush... Uh, yeah. I thought so it is a better statement the trick of throwing smelly shoes at him lol
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Smelly shoe - Shoe didn't miss the flag
Lideres espirituales Indigenas de los cinco continentes se reunieron por diez dias en el Instituto Karma Ling, en una localidad* cerca de los Alpes Franceses. Presentaron rituales nunca antes vistos por el publico. *Segun una leyenda local, este era un anciente lugar de rituales Celtas.”
Tres veces te queme - A medieval poem
Tres veces lanze las cenizas de roble
Tres veces te sentaste calladamente
Tres veces ammarraste ese nudo de amor
Y suavemente gemi "sera ella"
Quema esas hiervas venenosas en tu fuego azul
El chillido de la lechuza y sus plumas en el punzante rosal
El cipres se ha reunido en la tumba del muerto
Y que todos los temores y preocupaciones tengan un final
Hadas y pixies vengan a bailar
Y con sus suaves melodias derritan su corazon
En vano son los encantoss que puedas concebir
Tres veces los quebre
Tres veces te queme
How to Create an Enemy - Sam Keen
Start with an empty canvas
Sketch in broad outline the forms of
men, women, and children.
Dip into the unconsciousness well of your own
disowned darkness
with a wide brush and
strain the strangers with the sinister hue
of the shadow.
Trace onto the face of the enemy the greed,
hatred, carelessness you dare not claim as
your own.
Obscure the sweet individuality of each face.
Erase all hints of the myriad loves, hopes,
fears that play through the kaleidoscope of
every infinite heart.
Twist the smile until it forms the downward
arc of cruelty.
Strip flesh from bone until only the
abstract skeleton of death remains.
Exaggerate each feature until man is
metamorphasized into beast, vermin, insect.
Fill in the background with malignant
figures from ancient nightmares – devils,
demons, myrmidons of evil.
When your icon of the enemy is complete
you will be able to kill without guilt,
slaughter without shame.
The thing you destroy will have become
merely an enemy of God, an impediment
to the sacred dialectic of history.
Los Elementos - Hellisa
Tu eres fuego y agua para mi
Fuego para mis horas de locura
Agua en mis momentos de ternura
Yo sere tu aire y tierra
Aire para mantener viva la llama del amor
Y tierra para sustentarte con mi esplendor
Nos fundiremos en un solo cuerpo
Amandonos en la rima de el anverso
Fluiremos al ritmo de el universo