Monday, June 18, 2007

Skin Turns Green After Shaving

Killing Me Softly (In praise of torture)




From time immemorial, the entertainment to be found, human nature is directed toward the leisure and recreation.
Leisure and business, and govern the universe, that other case, fate, physics and chemistry.
Okay, not investigating the Big Ben, everybody knows he is in London, has 15 billions of years and originated the universe with a fart.
Some say he was god, Javea, Juve, or the supermolleggiato Pino Scotto ... but unsubstantiated allegations.
short man made god in his own image and likeness, then hath been forgotten, as when one forgets his grandfather in the car with the windows closed ... and hath been convinced of the contrary.
struggle against nature (Human, I mean, not the brakes or the English countryside) is regrettable, because it is tiring. We want to talk
mica guaranteed solace to man (and woman in the second instance) the use of torture?
Who has never dreamed of torturing a fellow (of course I do not want an equal, but similar), an ape ... In short, by looking at the hardened trucker to Tigga casaligna val Brembana, everyone dreams of imposing a penalty, insidacabile, standing by while judges and performers.
The criterion is that this should be socially acceptable and imposed for just cause, that suit everyone when you're at the bar ... or at least the majority noisier.

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