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Wciąż tu jesteśmy. Zawsze będziemy właśnie tu, stłoczeni w kącie, gdzie mały ogień tli się rozpraszając ten żałosny, malutki skrawek nieskończoności. Nasze szeroko otwarte oczy zawsze z niemą grozą wpatrzone będą w skaczący płomień, który gaśnie powoli, bardzo powoli i nieuchronnie. Nikt nie odejdzie. Nikt nie wyruszy w noc skuszony snami, lub opowieścią. Nikt tego nie zrobi, a przecież nie ma nad nami strażników. Żadna siła nie spogląda z góry z bezwzględnym rozkazem w ręku i karabinem gotowym do strzału. Nie ma zasieków, drutów kolczastych, nic nie strzeże tego miejsca pełnego nieustannego rozkładu, spływającego moczem i krwią, cuchnącego nieuleczalnymi chorobami. Tego zawszonego kąta w starym baraku gdzie tłoczymy się wspólnie nad gasnącym płomieniem.

Zawsze tu już będziemy. To jest nasze miejsce.

Popieram

http://www.piotrskarga.pl/ps,8165,2,0,1,I,informacje.html

GO FOR IT

edit: albo nie, nie popieram. 100%! Tylko 100%!!

21.12.2012

i na litość boską wynieście już ten krzyż z sejmu bo to żenujące się już robi

Depressive realism

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depressive_realism

W gruncie rzeczy zawsze tak uważałem. Problem więc sprowadza się do narzucenia sobie odpowiednich urojeń. Tylko czy w ogóle należy to robić z etycznego i rzecz jasna ontologicznego punktu widzenia? Bycie "szczęśliwym" jest etycznie co najmniej podejrzane, a poznawczo wciskanie się w urojenia to wszak całkowite przeciwieństwo poszukiwania "prawdy" o rzeczywistości. Hm?

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I was attempting to repair my Mother's garage door when no one was home. I had just finished my first year as a Master's student in Biology and had always been a fairly good handyman so I thought this should be no problem. The previous owners had jury-rigged everything, and the garage door spring was no different. As I removed a wooden plate across the spring that shouldn't have been there, the high-tension spring broke ripping through my thumb and forearm. My thumb was hanging by the strip of skin between the thumb and pointer-finger and I could see at least one bone in my forearm. Bleeding profusely I crawled through a window (the garage door was stuck down), grabbed a rag to apply pressure and called 911. I crawled to the end of the driveway, hoping someone would see me and tried to stay on the phone with 911 as blood was gushing out of me. As time went on (this was a house out in the country) I felt ever more calm and relaxed. I remember thinking "this really isn't that bad". As I became more and more tired I finally told the 911 operator apologetically that I had to let her go because I was dieing. I set down the phone I let the warm comfort come over me. It was literally the most comfortable feeling I have ever felt in my life. Imaging curling up in a warm blanket on a cold, rainy day with the woman you love, and then multiply that by 100. As I slipped out of consciousness I knew I was dieing and at last lost consciousness. As the black came on, everything that was me slipped away. I became nothing and it was the most extraordinary moment of my life. I not only accepted the seemingly inevitable but truly embraced the loss of my identity. Dissolving into nothingness was the most comforting feeling I have ever had.

I was assumed dead by the sheriff who first arrived on the scene and was brought back (no heart rate) en route to the hospital. I vividly remember coming back and I assure you it was the most horrifying experience I have ever had. Not only did the pain of the injury come rushing back, but also every possible emotional tribulation and pain I had felt. It was as though I escaped every emotion and feeling in life and then all of a sudden it was thrust upon me again. I felt as though it was like being a baby again and then having all of the tribulations of growing up thrust upon me instantaneously.

RooMagoo

http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kwgd2/has_anyone_here_ever_been_medically_pronounced/c2nuoln

pusta miska

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Click-to-donate_site

No to jeszcze radosna wiadomość z Boloni, tłumaczenie przez Google (z moimi poprawkami)

Three rabbits and several dozen mice were released during the night between 5 and May 6 from Institute Zooprofilattico Sperimentale of Bologna Animal unit from a group that is not signed and sent these pictures in the establishment of the Republic. "We dedicate this night to all inmates and the [victims of] exploitation of any kind," they wrote in the letter attached, "and all those who believe in freedom. Getting here was easy. Get in a herd it is more. The animal liberation is for everyone "

TOTAL ANIMAL LIBERATION NOW

Szwajcaria FTW

W Zurychu referendum ws. eutanazji - zaskakująco dobre wyniki.

A może wcale nie "zaskakująco", tak czy owak cieszę się bardzo.

Poza tym każdy przeciwnik prawa do śmierci powinien przez czas zbliżony do wieczności tkwić w najgłębszych odmętach piekła.

welcome to the unholy city

in some form or another everyone must pay a visit to the uholy city
there is simply no avoid it since everything has been designed to lead you to this place

any road may present a detour that unexpectedly sends you on your way into the great barren landscape where only a sliver of horizon wavers in the empty distance
and no road signs exist to hint at your destination

any hospital may be equipped with the special elevator where someone wheels you inside and then quickly abandones you
as the doors clamp tightly closed you finally notice that there are no buttons to push
no controls of any kind
this is when the elevator begins to move
dipping and twisting like a carnival ride
taking you toward the unholy city

after enduring such episodes, or others of a smiliar sort you may only wake up screaming
vowing to never again close your eyes in sleep
or you may fall into a fever that no thermometer is able to indicate and from which there is no recovery

in more extreme cases you begin to glimpse a blackness like none you have ever seen
and wonder for a time whether this blackness is inside your head or outside
which makes no difference once it begins to compose the outline of the unholy city you're about to enter

Skończyłem wreszcie "Conspiracy against the human race".

W zasadzie na tym mógłbym zamknąć swoją przygodę z filozofią. Chyba tak zrobię. Trochę mi szkoda, ale rzecz zwyczajnie nie jest warta wysiłku. Postanowione więc.

A ten utwór Phallus Dei jest fantastyczny. Śpiewa gościnnie John Walker, nie wiem czy to ten John Walker ale innego co by pasował nie znajduję.