Sunday, February 21, 2010

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Only good panties ...

... come to Elysium.

No, today is neither to Cricket on the Hearth:


nor right-handed Yogi cultures


or totally relaxed Indians in Kaffeeklatsch vor'm Hairdressers


Today is about panties. To woolen pants. What are cotton panties? No, not what one takes as a rational alien under it in winter, but wool pants are hummingbirds. Yes, that is it, and no, I do not know who has missed them these names. During that time we had the shaman now properly reingepfeffert drugs and sent him along with his shamanistic Assistant in the woods to this ominous to see panties, you are now the term just to Google.

These pants, which is at issue today lead a quiet life. It does not interest them that they are just dying out and that some think their eponymous pants were stained dull, as it is good for hummingbirds. No, blessed them fly through the jungle to keep time on here and then on to stick their snorkel deep into any calyxes and are happy to, just to be panties. They think they are quite intelligent and think later, if they do not just fly around in more or less large panties swarms, often over whether there is life outside could enter the jungle. The black panties says, behind the jungle fell the world into a deep ravine, ergo it is there just too late and every wool pants that dares to look to the other side of the jungle for novelty, would inevitably fall into eternal damnation and in the worst sin case the All the people with tear in the fall.

The white breast panties turn believes his fellow doomsayers wrong. Certainly there is much to discover beyond the jungle. Perhaps even intelligent life, that the ever-hungry mind-wool pants could be a lot of input.

"nonsense." says the blue-belly pants. "There is nothing. Only death and destruction. This ugly, fur-less things on two legs come from there, but you are looking for intelligence as vain. They are far below our pants, can not even begin to chirp and have a large hollow skull and completely gloss, and shimmering loose skin. They grunt around just pointless, stumbling over roots begin our panties with nets and pinch ourselves silly rings around the feet. No, these things are certainly not intelligent. You can not even fly yes, and their movements are so clumsy and awkward that every pants if the sight filled with horror. "

" But perhaps, "countered the long-tail panties "We think they just stupid, because we judge intelligence only in the context of our own behavior. Is not that very limited? Just because we discover in the behavior of the two-legged pants no healthy minds, they must therefore not be stupid." Whether these words
rises wild singing and Gezwatscher. Calyx loose, vines fall from the trees, because they load the hundreds, can wear wool pants excited any more.
"Nonsense!" beep the Alpha panties and proudly displays its extremely plush Buxen. "We have seen them. You can not chirp, they can not fly and they do not shimmer. You have to be incredibly stupid. So it is, and so always be. I'm Twittering!
"It's this" Approve all, because they know that the hummingbird with the thickest pants always is right. It had always been and it always will be.

For a while the jungle yet met with wild Gepiepe. But little by little each panty revitalized his existence. Happy buzzing around it, sucking nectar, shimmers in the sun, is happy and satisfied. Only the long-tail panties, lonely and confused, remains at a loss on his Crouching road. Some of his breed him with contempt shitting on his back, and only the sloth from the tree next door is also a covered face on.
"You're a good wool pants." It says with overweight face and scratches his back, throw in the roughly five hundred parasites and caterpillars just a party. "But maybe it will take a while to get it to everyone."

"Amen!" thinks the hummingbird. "I know that God has created me in His own image. Somewhere up there, he watches over me and guide me. This powerful creature with the long Rauschehöschen."

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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The little things ...

... are the best. In other words, the most important. The day I was again clear when I left the office and stood under a beautiful night sky. He was incredibly blue. In the West nor with the colors of Twilight decorated. And decorated with a perfect crescent moon. The whole thing looked so beautiful that I stood a while in the middle of the road. I just looked up. Humbly at so much beauty. Everything around me did not care. The arrogance and the arrogance of the powerful who would like us to transform any brain amputated sheep without direction will in order to more effectively traipse around us can. All the lies that they spread widely and the fobs are always penetrating in the world. All the hate speech that should detract from the real evils. All the exporbitante megalomania and the pathological ego-war-the-neck-not-fully-delusion about itself, attacks and ensure that the real problems are left to be left to the Olympic Games instead, more pompous, the lives of the rich to become richer and the elitist art to make even more meaningless.

What up there probably can never feel, makes our lives richer. The world of forgotten moments of satisfaction, if you look under a blanket to cuddle and loved ones Portfleet heard. The common cooking a delicious meal, a cake walk in the park followed by dinner, a day with blue skies, the view of the stars, a crescent moon, just a look that conveys that you are loved. I mean really loved. Together enjoy good times and bad hand deal in hand. In time, as we are each other away, and then miss longingly greater joy to fall into the arms of another.

Love can take us no. And those who believe to be above all, the slippers and pester us at will be coming to a point where they feel empty. Because in all their madness and their insatiable greed, and delusion have learned one thing never known: the love. And to quote my beloved here: Dreams are the breath of love. We love, and we dream.

So, you up there (no, not so high that aliens feel concerned - you know who I mean). Choking on your Lies, to your false decadence and your delusions of grandeur. The higher the flight, the deeper the case. You are pathetic. I hope the day will overtake the kick in the final, coming soon. Until then, I walked me in love and dreams in the beautiful and simple things of life.

So I decide this little message with the words of a certain GB Shaw:

"question the reality is not" why ", but ask your dreams" Why not "

Mon

Thursday, February 4, 2010

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Biggest Ever Book of Origami


With its small fish Mr Deegan now came out quite large. 29.4 x 28.8 cm, find the first published chart of origami artist . The Biggest Ever Book of Origami, the "Mirror Fish" by Rudolf Deeg.

author Nick Robinson shows large in his (positive) book-like new instructions for simple origami shapes. Attractively refurbished and losfalten with corresponding paper, for immediate.