In a world where we belong only to himself and where the individual takes precedence over the group, it seems we are witnessing the triumph of the dark forces of individualism that oppresses more than it liberates. It was the birth of a new man: homo skeptical-nihilist.
This new man was one of ours. He just fooled by the sirens of the matrix, giving up his freedom and succumbing to the comfort of a easement that condemns him to abandon his dreams.
Anything that is not the drama and the drama of daily life for the special interests are more for him.
Overwhelmed by the monotony of her days without relief or splinters, and the prospect of tomorrows disillusioned, he wanders, subject to the vicissitudes of a mediocre existence in search of ephemeral pleasures condemning all forms of utopias.
He eventually became the best ally of the established order in legitimizing his critics by pseudo subversive who are both soft and disillusioned, his condition and that of their oppressors.
From Luxor to Petra, Putin to Gaddafi, the Front for the Liberation of Earthworms finally questioned about its means to fight the denial in a world where even "public smoking" has become an act of resistance against a totalitarian machine which rushes to the most intimate thoughts.
The ability of individuals to tolerate what might be intolerable is highly questionable.
Given the urgency of doubt we are no longer allowed. We must again go back to front. It appears that we face in quitting salvation will come from our ability to remain united and continue the fight.
Friends of the Earth, intra-terrestrial, who came from further afield, joining forces ...!
It is time for us to reaffirm the values of collective action against the arrogance of a triumphant individualism.
The question now is not to retreat from the blows of a propaganda under the guise of protecting us, we infantilizes and deprives us of our free will.
This new man was one of ours. He just fooled by the sirens of the matrix, giving up his freedom and succumbing to the comfort of a easement that condemns him to abandon his dreams.
Anything that is not the drama and the drama of daily life for the special interests are more for him.
Overwhelmed by the monotony of her days without relief or splinters, and the prospect of tomorrows disillusioned, he wanders, subject to the vicissitudes of a mediocre existence in search of ephemeral pleasures condemning all forms of utopias.
He eventually became the best ally of the established order in legitimizing his critics by pseudo subversive who are both soft and disillusioned, his condition and that of their oppressors.
From Luxor to Petra, Putin to Gaddafi, the Front for the Liberation of Earthworms finally questioned about its means to fight the denial in a world where even "public smoking" has become an act of resistance against a totalitarian machine which rushes to the most intimate thoughts.
The ability of individuals to tolerate what might be intolerable is highly questionable.
Given the urgency of doubt we are no longer allowed. We must again go back to front. It appears that we face in quitting salvation will come from our ability to remain united and continue the fight.
Friends of the Earth, intra-terrestrial, who came from further afield, joining forces ...!
It is time for us to reaffirm the values of collective action against the arrogance of a triumphant individualism.
The question now is not to retreat from the blows of a propaganda under the guise of protecting us, we infantilizes and deprives us of our free will.
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and bonuses, the renunciation of the libertine ( http://lmkay.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!23D2DD5B7FE8BBBF!768.entry )
I renounces ... like when we hurt too many fights.
... I renounce for her sake that confuses prison and love me.
I renounce ... the brilliance of the nights of drunkenness among other arms and closes his eyes to the beauty of spirit that does not understand.
... I renounce for her sake that confuses prison and love me.
I renounce ... the brilliance of the nights of drunkenness among other arms and closes his eyes to the beauty of spirit that does not understand.
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