Statistical study humanities mad traffic in Rome on April 18 year one thousand. No Interview 3
Legend: Interviewer: I - Crazy: P
The text of the interview: Are you crazy?
P: No. I
: When you crazy?
P: And you?
I: E'impazzito driving in traffic?
P: I have never driven, I did not even licensed.
I: Can you tell us what he thought at the beginning, when you crazy?
P: I thought that to be mad, the traffic must have reached a level of exhaustion unbearable. I think the madness, the traffic has been an escape route.
I: She is' mad to escape from reality?
P: Not me, traffic is crazy to get away from himself. Feeling lost in a traffic jam has preferred to go crazy.
I: Do you realize what it says?
P: Yes, perfectly. And she realizes that he did two hours of traffic to get over here to do this interview?
I: Can you describe your family?
P: I have no intention.
I: He wants to talk about his childhood?
P: No.
I: Do you know why she is considered mad?
P: I have never been considered crazy.
I: Do you have any statement to do about it.
P: No. I
: It was very useful this interview.
P: I agreed to give it to me the same money.
I: E ' market her?
P: The interview is over. No more questions, I must pay.
I: Of course she looks pretty crazy as attentive to practical matters.
P: I told you that I'm not crazy.
After this experience I decided that, in exchange for interviews, I promise you no more money to the crazy traffic in Rome on April 18 year one thousand. If you ask me, I mean the money, well then classify them in my scientific tasks as dead, so I do not think anyone will ever bother to check if it is true.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
How To Block Out All Emotion
A botanical garden
What I regret is not the city of Rome disappeared that I have not seen, nor the people who were better until now only because they had nothing and could afford to be generous without losing anything. I miss the place that could have been, because I imagined that so practically I have seen.
Rome could have been a botanical garden and archaeological park most sensational art within at least four or five continents. The archaeological museum could be part of forest and agricultural museums, the historic center could have been surrounding forests, vineyards and orchards at the same time you have outposts in the certificate villas wooded forests and the Tiber, and the headquarters of the Superintendent could be done on top of a redwood tree (for the first centuries, waiting for the growth of the tree, the office was actually a bit 'strettino).
I do not regret that Rome was the city, I regret that in Rome there is still a city, instead of a cultural nature reserve.
But if you demolish the buildings back to the nineteen (almost all) and planting new carpet throughout the province, the situation could improve. The Tiber
could return, not only for bathing, but drinking as well as blond.
And instead of squalid stalls of the Roman festival of poetry can be arranged between the junipers of Corso Vittorio, the impromptu painting in the pine forest of Piazza Venezia, or the feast of zucchini gratin of vegetables in the greenhouse Media Circus Massimo. Tarzan would be swimming at the intersection of Aniene and the Tiber. The biennial Bulgarian restored silent film would have its own charm and a certain success in the setting of lush tropical plants of the Park of San Giovanni in Laterano. And like so many amenities that can be invented.
Think about it, and after thinking about it, trasferiamoci to ruin another place.
What I regret is not the city of Rome disappeared that I have not seen, nor the people who were better until now only because they had nothing and could afford to be generous without losing anything. I miss the place that could have been, because I imagined that so practically I have seen.
Rome could have been a botanical garden and archaeological park most sensational art within at least four or five continents. The archaeological museum could be part of forest and agricultural museums, the historic center could have been surrounding forests, vineyards and orchards at the same time you have outposts in the certificate villas wooded forests and the Tiber, and the headquarters of the Superintendent could be done on top of a redwood tree (for the first centuries, waiting for the growth of the tree, the office was actually a bit 'strettino).
I do not regret that Rome was the city, I regret that in Rome there is still a city, instead of a cultural nature reserve.
But if you demolish the buildings back to the nineteen (almost all) and planting new carpet throughout the province, the situation could improve. The Tiber
could return, not only for bathing, but drinking as well as blond.
And instead of squalid stalls of the Roman festival of poetry can be arranged between the junipers of Corso Vittorio, the impromptu painting in the pine forest of Piazza Venezia, or the feast of zucchini gratin of vegetables in the greenhouse Media Circus Massimo. Tarzan would be swimming at the intersection of Aniene and the Tiber. The biennial Bulgarian restored silent film would have its own charm and a certain success in the setting of lush tropical plants of the Park of San Giovanni in Laterano. And like so many amenities that can be invented.
Think about it, and after thinking about it, trasferiamoci to ruin another place.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
How To Build Vezon Kardas
The usual lack of communication in modern society
At one point, has run up and says: "I wish he would listen to what I say because I want to say something to me, important. And I would like this thing that seemed important to you. "
Then he looked around and concluded:" I mean just that. "He did not
added another, and sat back in his place.
Many of those present, instinctively, they agreed with him.
At one point, has run up and says: "I wish he would listen to what I say because I want to say something to me, important. And I would like this thing that seemed important to you. "
Then he looked around and concluded:" I mean just that. "He did not
added another, and sat back in his place.
Many of those present, instinctively, they agreed with him.
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morning bells 3 - self-awareness
Hello, I am a savage at the time of armed peace.
Nasco today on a normal day. I do not have a past or a memory.
I live my life today as if it were another. And are not me, and are not each other.
My experience is the life of all. I have the tools, I have the technique. But I can not understand.
am a gust of wind that runs at half height.
have a long climb dirt under the summer sun.
'm hard work.
am an old man and his bottle of wine.
are homeless.
are the bureaucrat, the entrepreneur, the worker, the soldier.
I have been and still are, but I do not know something, I do not understand, I can not find.
have a wild time of armed peace.
born today in all parts of the world and did not recognize anyone. Because this is not my world and myself that a thousand are born today are not what I know about me.
I do not make war and I feel I do not hate, I'm not responsible for the exploitation and suffering.
not want to kill, I will not be killed. The world has taught me a life and I was given another. I soiled my hands with blood, sweat and tears of others, without my doing anything wrong, but to live and act according to the usual ways of the world where I am. And I do not know who I am.
have a wild time of armed peace, who was born today and far from my nature. And dream myself.
Good morning to you all.
Hello, I am a savage at the time of armed peace.
Nasco today on a normal day. I do not have a past or a memory.
I live my life today as if it were another. And are not me, and are not each other.
My experience is the life of all. I have the tools, I have the technique. But I can not understand.
am a gust of wind that runs at half height.
have a long climb dirt under the summer sun.
'm hard work.
am an old man and his bottle of wine.
are homeless.
are the bureaucrat, the entrepreneur, the worker, the soldier.
I have been and still are, but I do not know something, I do not understand, I can not find.
have a wild time of armed peace.
born today in all parts of the world and did not recognize anyone. Because this is not my world and myself that a thousand are born today are not what I know about me.
I do not make war and I feel I do not hate, I'm not responsible for the exploitation and suffering.
not want to kill, I will not be killed. The world has taught me a life and I was given another. I soiled my hands with blood, sweat and tears of others, without my doing anything wrong, but to live and act according to the usual ways of the world where I am. And I do not know who I am.
have a wild time of armed peace, who was born today and far from my nature. And dream myself.
Good morning to you all.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Where Is The Length On Burton Snowboards
morning bells 2 - geographical consciousness
Hello, I am a savage at the time of armed peace.
Nasco today on a normal day, I have a past or a memory. I live now in distant lands: far from the real world, far from the places where important things happen, far from the realization of my dreams and my abilities.
think and act slowly because I do not need to hurry, I have nothing to do, nothing to produce. Everyone around me slowly or live shots, involuntarily. We are wild born without a past in the ancient world, including the projections of a future world.
slow and sometimes jerky we amassed at the borders between our ancient world and you and your look, while the bombs fell among us, the mines explode, spreading epidemics.
born and die today. Yesterday I do not know if I was alive, I did not aware of my past that has no value or purpose, because it can not cross borders, can not live in the world that is coming from you.
have a wild time of armed peace: my dreams are not important, my life is not important. I'll be a soldier, I will make war for your peace will survive or die, it does not matter, because tomorrow I will have forgotten the day and now I do not know if it's already a past forgotten.
have a wild time of armed peace and the dream life.
Good morning to you all.
Hello, I am a savage at the time of armed peace.
Nasco today on a normal day, I have a past or a memory. I live now in distant lands: far from the real world, far from the places where important things happen, far from the realization of my dreams and my abilities.
think and act slowly because I do not need to hurry, I have nothing to do, nothing to produce. Everyone around me slowly or live shots, involuntarily. We are wild born without a past in the ancient world, including the projections of a future world.
slow and sometimes jerky we amassed at the borders between our ancient world and you and your look, while the bombs fell among us, the mines explode, spreading epidemics.
born and die today. Yesterday I do not know if I was alive, I did not aware of my past that has no value or purpose, because it can not cross borders, can not live in the world that is coming from you.
have a wild time of armed peace: my dreams are not important, my life is not important. I'll be a soldier, I will make war for your peace will survive or die, it does not matter, because tomorrow I will have forgotten the day and now I do not know if it's already a past forgotten.
have a wild time of armed peace and the dream life.
Good morning to you all.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Italian Make Scooter Hemets
morning bells 1 - cultural awareness
Hello, I am a savage at the time of armed peace.
Nasco today on a normal day, I have a past or a memory. They assembled a clay, plastic and metal. I am a human being and as such I feel I know the war and terror through all the words. Words that say, "we fight ourselves and raped our past, we force the present and transfigure the future. We fear the proceedings and violently attacked him, we do not suppress the feelings of guilt and we heap on our victims. The war is in us and with it the fear and hatred.
There is no escape, no relief or peace. War is everywhere and often runs the blood, feels the pain and tears. "
have a wild time of armed peace, who was born today and I feel torn flesh and listening to the screams and moans rise.
I do not feel pain and I'm not afraid. I am a creature of man and man can destroy. I feel sorry for my very nature, however, and relieve pain using synthetic drugs.
are intoxicated by dissociating drugs that lead me out of me, the illusion of being human.
escape me for not noticing the plastic melt on contact with hatred, not to see the acid will corrode the metal and the burr of the dogs to dissolve clay. Thanks
drug do not feel all that and more I convince myself of anger, pain and being a man.
am a puppet of clay, plastic and metal, who was born today and drugged.
have a wild time of technology and armed peace and dream of dying.
Good morning to you all.
Hello, I am a savage at the time of armed peace.
Nasco today on a normal day, I have a past or a memory. They assembled a clay, plastic and metal. I am a human being and as such I feel I know the war and terror through all the words. Words that say, "we fight ourselves and raped our past, we force the present and transfigure the future. We fear the proceedings and violently attacked him, we do not suppress the feelings of guilt and we heap on our victims. The war is in us and with it the fear and hatred.
There is no escape, no relief or peace. War is everywhere and often runs the blood, feels the pain and tears. "
have a wild time of armed peace, who was born today and I feel torn flesh and listening to the screams and moans rise.
I do not feel pain and I'm not afraid. I am a creature of man and man can destroy. I feel sorry for my very nature, however, and relieve pain using synthetic drugs.
are intoxicated by dissociating drugs that lead me out of me, the illusion of being human.
escape me for not noticing the plastic melt on contact with hatred, not to see the acid will corrode the metal and the burr of the dogs to dissolve clay. Thanks
drug do not feel all that and more I convince myself of anger, pain and being a man.
am a puppet of clay, plastic and metal, who was born today and drugged.
have a wild time of technology and armed peace and dream of dying.
Good morning to you all.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Pokemon Online En Ipod Touch
Statistical study humanities mad traffic in Rome on April 18 year one thousand - No Interview 2
Legend: Interviewer: I - Crazy: P
The text of the interview: She was in traffic on April 18th of the year one thousand?
P: Yes I
: Where, exactly?
P: On Lungotevere della Farnesina.
I: A Trastevere.
P: Yes, I was in the front row in front of the red light and wait for the green.
I: The light of Piazza Trilussa?
P: Exactly.
I: And what has happened.
P: He stopped the clock.
I: In what sense?
P: Do not shoot more green.
I: In fact, I say to readers who read the transcript of the interview, we are on the Tiber and the Ministry of Piazza Trilussa traffic light is red.
P: E 'fault according to you?
I: I do not know. He wants us to believe that you are here by April 18th of the year one thousand?
P: Min more minutes less.
I: You're crazy.
P: Look, the wild fines they put me on the street, I pass a red light there. I'll be mad, but another fine not I want to take.
I: Well, it took the green. Why is standing still?
P: It is not green, it is still red.
Q: But does not see that are going through all? And motorists are merging back with the horn for the coronary arteries because they are angry with her that remains stationary.
P: I say it is red.
Q: You're here for twelve years? She is really crazy. He even formed the vegetation around his car.
P: It 's a small garden that I personally take care.
I: How to survive?
P: My wife takes me to stores once a week.
I: I can not believe it. Meanwhile, has returned to the red traffic light.
P: I told you that is red.
Q: But is intermittent, then return to the green.
P: Maybe you're right, but then again become red. And passes the intersection when it was green, as you say, that color since I came here I never saw, then I meet another red after a hundred meters. Might as well starmene here, which is a nice place, with my garden of plants from the leaves always red. I am very autumn is not it? The red leaves mean.
I: The red leaves? Look, I remove a curiosity - I must point out to readers that at the time of the interview I wore a green polo - tell me, my pole, what color is it?
P: Red.
Errata Legend. Interviewer: I - Dalton: D.
I: She is color blind, why twelve years, ever see a red traffic light. The light turns green as everyone else, but her April 18 of that year one thousand has become color blind, not crazy.
Q: Do not tell me. So I lost all this time. And to think I had a lot of things to do. So I run to take care of my business. You see that jewel of the machine, shall be distributed as if she were still twelve days instead of twelve years.
I: Wait.
Q: Bye.
I: E 'party, but the light is still red. It was saved because there is not any. I still see him as he approaches the traffic lights and after passing a red light again now believing that everything he sees red and green. Saving readers the description of the scene of the impact of his car by tram from Piazza Sonnino.
From subsequent searches in this interview I came to the conclusion that the blindness of April 18 in the year one thousand subject object of this study was induced madness. That the subject has become colorblind because mad. Otherwise you could not count among fifty-two crazy traffic of that day and I that I have interviewed so far only two, I should make another attempt that has never been identified. If the color-blind guy
be declared out of his mind because of the blindness that made him feel like a red traffic light for twelve years and not color-blind because as crazy as I could find the real fifty-crazy?
If you understood the question I hope you can give me some suggestions.
Legend: Interviewer: I - Crazy: P
The text of the interview: She was in traffic on April 18th of the year one thousand?
P: Yes I
: Where, exactly?
P: On Lungotevere della Farnesina.
I: A Trastevere.
P: Yes, I was in the front row in front of the red light and wait for the green.
I: The light of Piazza Trilussa?
P: Exactly.
I: And what has happened.
P: He stopped the clock.
I: In what sense?
P: Do not shoot more green.
I: In fact, I say to readers who read the transcript of the interview, we are on the Tiber and the Ministry of Piazza Trilussa traffic light is red.
P: E 'fault according to you?
I: I do not know. He wants us to believe that you are here by April 18th of the year one thousand?
P: Min more minutes less.
I: You're crazy.
P: Look, the wild fines they put me on the street, I pass a red light there. I'll be mad, but another fine not I want to take.
I: Well, it took the green. Why is standing still?
P: It is not green, it is still red.
Q: But does not see that are going through all? And motorists are merging back with the horn for the coronary arteries because they are angry with her that remains stationary.
P: I say it is red.
Q: You're here for twelve years? She is really crazy. He even formed the vegetation around his car.
P: It 's a small garden that I personally take care.
I: How to survive?
P: My wife takes me to stores once a week.
I: I can not believe it. Meanwhile, has returned to the red traffic light.
P: I told you that is red.
Q: But is intermittent, then return to the green.
P: Maybe you're right, but then again become red. And passes the intersection when it was green, as you say, that color since I came here I never saw, then I meet another red after a hundred meters. Might as well starmene here, which is a nice place, with my garden of plants from the leaves always red. I am very autumn is not it? The red leaves mean.
I: The red leaves? Look, I remove a curiosity - I must point out to readers that at the time of the interview I wore a green polo - tell me, my pole, what color is it?
P: Red.
Errata Legend. Interviewer: I - Dalton: D.
I: She is color blind, why twelve years, ever see a red traffic light. The light turns green as everyone else, but her April 18 of that year one thousand has become color blind, not crazy.
Q: Do not tell me. So I lost all this time. And to think I had a lot of things to do. So I run to take care of my business. You see that jewel of the machine, shall be distributed as if she were still twelve days instead of twelve years.
I: Wait.
Q: Bye.
I: E 'party, but the light is still red. It was saved because there is not any. I still see him as he approaches the traffic lights and after passing a red light again now believing that everything he sees red and green. Saving readers the description of the scene of the impact of his car by tram from Piazza Sonnino.
From subsequent searches in this interview I came to the conclusion that the blindness of April 18 in the year one thousand subject object of this study was induced madness. That the subject has become colorblind because mad. Otherwise you could not count among fifty-two crazy traffic of that day and I that I have interviewed so far only two, I should make another attempt that has never been identified. If the color-blind guy
be declared out of his mind because of the blindness that made him feel like a red traffic light for twelve years and not color-blind because as crazy as I could find the real fifty-crazy?
If you understood the question I hope you can give me some suggestions.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Killing Me Online Free
Statistical study humanities mad traffic in Rome on April 18 year one thousand - No Interview 1
Legend: Interviewer: I - Crazy: P
The text of the interview: Hello, are you mad because of traffic on April 18 year one thousand?
P: traffic? Good one. Perhaps, the traffic is such a folly.
I: Do you remember how things went?
P: What things?
I note, in part, to the readers that the respondent, riding a velocipede no engine, held on vague about his madness. Typical: he tries to hide from others and above all to himself, but it, madness, relentlessly pursues him.
I: Remember that fateful day twelve years ago?
P: No I do not remember a day when twelve years ago. But who is she?
I: The doctor.
I said this to inspire awe and respect: in mad work.
P: Maybe she needs a doctor. What do you want?
I: It is often a bike?
P: Continuously. It 's my only means of transport, in addition to the train.
I: How long?
P: for many years.
I: From April 18 year one thousand.
P: By. Maybe so. From eighteen so, if you like.
I: Eighteen year one thousand in April.
P: Bravo.
I: It moves to the city by bike since then?
P: Always.
I: You're crazy.
P: The sound crazy because I go by bike? Traffic it sucks and it sucks the idea of \u200b\u200bpollution. Throughout Rome by bicycle.
I: This is not alter. We are all confident that you're right. I go crazy
seconded.
P: Everyone who?
I: Do not worry, everything's fine.
P: Look, I guess it's a bad time for her, if he wants to talk about it, but maybe it's that you go home and do a good sleep.
I: Do you believe? Not feeling well?
P: I will. Perhaps you, however, is better than rest.
decide to continue to support him.
I: She, meanwhile, will continue to ride a bike?
P: Yes Do you want a ride?
I: Thank you, no, I get on a bike for many years.
P: He is wrong, you know? Cycling change the value of the movement.
What the heck says crazy, I wonder, and humor him again.
I: Well, of course.
I begin to fear for my safety, the fool looks furious.
P: Are you okay?
I: Sure. I'm fine.
P: Go home and rest.
I: Okay.
P: And you buy a bicycle.
I: Sure, of course.
P: So it will not be so stressed out for traffic.
gain the release and put on safety.
Well, with this interview I gave testimony of the first twenty-seven cases of mad traffic on April 18 that year one thousand.
It seems obvious that if one turns to Rome by bicycle for many years and continues to do so is certainly insane, as well as fortunate to have ended up under a bus. Anyway, the crazy
was included in the statistics of my scientific study.
Legend: Interviewer: I - Crazy: P
The text of the interview: Hello, are you mad because of traffic on April 18 year one thousand?
P: traffic? Good one. Perhaps, the traffic is such a folly.
I: Do you remember how things went?
P: What things?
I note, in part, to the readers that the respondent, riding a velocipede no engine, held on vague about his madness. Typical: he tries to hide from others and above all to himself, but it, madness, relentlessly pursues him.
I: Remember that fateful day twelve years ago?
P: No I do not remember a day when twelve years ago. But who is she?
I: The doctor.
I said this to inspire awe and respect: in mad work.
P: Maybe she needs a doctor. What do you want?
I: It is often a bike?
P: Continuously. It 's my only means of transport, in addition to the train.
I: How long?
P: for many years.
I: From April 18 year one thousand.
P: By. Maybe so. From eighteen so, if you like.
I: Eighteen year one thousand in April.
P: Bravo.
I: It moves to the city by bike since then?
P: Always.
I: You're crazy.
P: The sound crazy because I go by bike? Traffic it sucks and it sucks the idea of \u200b\u200bpollution. Throughout Rome by bicycle.
I: This is not alter. We are all confident that you're right. I go crazy
seconded.
P: Everyone who?
I: Do not worry, everything's fine.
P: Look, I guess it's a bad time for her, if he wants to talk about it, but maybe it's that you go home and do a good sleep.
I: Do you believe? Not feeling well?
P: I will. Perhaps you, however, is better than rest.
decide to continue to support him.
I: She, meanwhile, will continue to ride a bike?
P: Yes Do you want a ride?
I: Thank you, no, I get on a bike for many years.
P: He is wrong, you know? Cycling change the value of the movement.
What the heck says crazy, I wonder, and humor him again.
I: Well, of course.
I begin to fear for my safety, the fool looks furious.
P: Are you okay?
I: Sure. I'm fine.
P: Go home and rest.
I: Okay.
P: And you buy a bicycle.
I: Sure, of course.
P: So it will not be so stressed out for traffic.
gain the release and put on safety.
Well, with this interview I gave testimony of the first twenty-seven cases of mad traffic on April 18 that year one thousand.
It seems obvious that if one turns to Rome by bicycle for many years and continues to do so is certainly insane, as well as fortunate to have ended up under a bus. Anyway, the crazy
was included in the statistics of my scientific study.
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