CETVIES MANON VII
Cetvies © 2005 – 2014
Inthenameofhumanrights
© 2005 – 2014
Cettevies © 2005 – 2014
Subjective, openly
coming from the holder’s opinion.
Objective, a
justification appealing to people reaction at treating their subject as object
= deprived of specific, personal, inherent and independent truth.
Holder.
Older.
Wife
Spouse
Pose exposure.
Post ur e
Eternity.
Mon ame.
Ame our.
L
Ame = soul.
Amener = lead, bring.
London 2010: Olympic
games?
In the underground
lane, an ad read, organ traffic, is the folk for or against?
How come this question
asked by a leading paper ‘The Economist’ hasn’t been banned?
Is this tumour the
tremour of an annunciation for an apocalypse day? Or if the laws were balanced
one would be allowed to kill the one who let my children, my parents, any human
being under threat of the torture, the threat of loosing one’s life, just
because another one has more money.
To note: free from
torture, slavery, and right to live, are the ones that the developed countries
were so proud to have legally securised, and in international laws the sole
laws you cannot recant. And then one morning you have to read that nothing seemed
to be exempted from being consumed and endangered.
When people think they
are superior gods, or lesser evils and legiti-mate Cannibalism.
I wish I could kill
the one who on others’ organ prey.
The day of reckoning.
Con again?
Go and fine the cars
that do not leave 1 meter
between them and bikes.
Money for community,
security, more cyclists, greener, taxes on the back of who are a danger, police
presence repaid by reckless polluters.
How come that there is
no more fine system instead of spending bureaucracy time in paying cigars to
ministers?
The position of the
skull comes different when having teeth or not, could it has an impact on
thinking?
My grandparents would
not say a word or next to that regarding towards what they ‘re pondering.
Pondered.
The whole population
of being self-enhanced proud meat eaters.
As on top of that the
very lacking proteine of the former generations could have been beaten by
vegetable proteins, attachement to animals might have been dangerous.
In search of something
to eat who could afford to get attached to an animal as the latter would have
permanently been in risks of being eaten by another animal or a human.
Attachment to animals
would have been emotionally damaging as the risk of loosing a friend was too high.
And therefore this
boisterously grim assertion of the human being of no shame at all, and in fact
bringing its well bred felling of superiority to justify their cruelty.
Of the result of ‘having
to avoid to get attached’.
Avid.
in live, as research,
experimentations, spiritual inspection and moral pursuance go; life, adventure
of knowledge, you don’t have ideas, you run after.
Resolute.
Absolute.
Is the work of plato
read so intensely firstly because of his theories or due to the life he led in
order to feed his responses to what ‘his’ society tried or try not to impose
and run, or bestow upon him?
Tales of sur vival.
Sur = latin of beyond.
Vival, tribal.
Q: Would you think
that if unemployment were solved and more proportionate salaries laws would be
implemented, people from different way of life would behave with more unity,
solidarity, understanding?
Were it be
proportionality between salaries, people would practise their calling (in their
possibility of obtaining a job and enhance a deontology), not anylonger hold by
corruption and bribery induced by inappropriate salary.
To perfect things. And
getting through, opening area, and ending in harmony.
This worker, this
achiever. You can see around him, the fruit of his labor. His chances was to have been assisted, to
have choose, quite a lot the path of his thoughts and to have been able to
store his goods. His work? Colossal.
Imagine now the same
person whose life keeps him silent, without any means of recording his
findings.
I imagine this, and
meet everyone as being this unknown soldier. Perishing by what they know without
a right upon that.
An horror upon people
of the same sex loving each other is that the worst of all threats is erected
upon them: a threat to their children.
Writing will change
only from the date it is gonna be checked.
These words and
viewpoints that would ever have been there if thinking again would have been at
another occasion.
Opportunities and the
wheel of transformations maybe partly why we are so enigmatic, awaiting for a tune.
You will have to teach
them something.
Or else, they will
likely being taught by the predators.
Being like the grand-grand bearer. She
would always says yes, the most careful, the nicest person in the world.
She ended up stoned or almost. It is like
this that the story goes.
Seeing the bullies. And if being forced
into retaliation, when abuses are in. not just avenging but having to use the
strength that are in oneself now the bearer has gone. Invest with the fervor,
determination and patience of protection.
When realizing the
time spend in idle agony or moment or lull, unnecessary; the feelings become
blank with a sense of being at the origin of what now lacks, redounding.
At this moment to have
the time, but almost for it to echo the smallness that pride will bring.
In life there is what
one know and there is what one do, enough for relentless sorrow.
But the day it had
you.
She was so bitter, so
bullying, her children. In her mouth one word respectability. She treated them
like commodities. Just because it was that to be done to them for them to do it
in turn and get the money.
Since they don’t have
to bear this sense of shame of not have fit the pattern of success, becoming a
rich celebrity, they are free of life a live where danger is the fight for some
dignity.
To loose everything
but to be free from every soul as the system that provides is null and a
contradiction of that liberty.
Bbc, national news.
Only give some gruesome details about murders, and the funerals of each
soldier.
No news? Good news?
God news. Press owner
that is to say.
On TV, the guy that
anchors the news, anchors the music programmes, anchors the art programs,
anchors the children program, do some advertisement, sing sporadically, go and
crack a joke when invited regularly.
At the universities,
the guys who writes, is supposed to be the guy who looks after the students,
the lectures, the administrative tasks, the head of the programs, the
gate-keeper of his field, the novelties, the logistics, his colleagues, the
research behind it.
But don’t ask if he
can do humanly one of those, it is time, live is about time management, honey.
Sick of seeing the
same face, mind they are nicey. Look satisfied anyway.
Could not stand to be
in the same room than another person most of the time.
Our rooms? Separated.
Even though with her, I dream to be with her, or everything related, the whole
day. More than a dream, the atmosphere that makes my day, that will become
intrinsic odour and envy.
The emanation I chose
for becoming, pervading, me.
It is not a dream it
is fascination, sublimation in direct and standing vicinity.
I would have to
recognized when I write knothing new. Only to recognize a concept previously
read, like that coming into my understanding of my own scene.
They were so rough
with him, so disgraceful. And though he knew that they gave the love pertaining
to perpetuating him.
She loved him, but
always has to say that he has to go, in all kindo ways, all cries for a kiddo.
She had the fate of a mother that brought up mercenaries, soldiers, nuns,
doctors, whoever has to wage a war, first of all knowing he has no family, it
will grow him less of a destructor.
Oh i would have refused
in any case, firmly-honour holding successful, at list this little bit, any of
your asset, so don’t say it is because I am and will be ‘poor’.
But this is so simple,
you live intelligently.
You noticed, I believe
I can do it.
It is not opportunism,
it is just, go on, none matter, just tell me.
Me just one thing count
for me when my privacy is at stake, an intelligent mate.
And if you thought of
it, you d find a way.
Without crushing what
is left of me, as it is not certainly that long but I gave what I had, of what
I found out how they could be strong and stay.
String stray.
My son, I told you that
your mother was my destiny. I knew that day that something was missing but I wanted
to express this, what in my life. I knew this day because she was not there,
that she would not be there, whatever explanations I could find.
Today, the right
sentence is your mother led me to my destiny. Because you know, it does not
change what she did your mother, for me, the reason of being born and still
carry.
You now like a mother,
when each time you doubt your welfare, she is here and saying yes, go on, my
heart is happy when love inhabits your body.
The rights sentence is
this now because I wish, I have to make that my former life renders to this
other time that I need to honour by surrender.
Another lady.
Suffering as I wonder
if you love me.
Because if you do, if
my instincts are not so deaf.
What this all
revelation could have on the truth, on the reality?
What am I made for,
for hearing the voice of whom, whose thought of.
Devotee.
Vote.
My thrill of writing
coming from my thinking for her. Any moment, was dedicate.
The dangerous matter
is that since the writing is a milestone of not directly the love- it would be
divine, a taste of ideal- but milestone of just what was intellectually
managed.
The intensity of collecting
this indirect result, phenomenon, of being with the knowledge of your
existence, to live with this on the only private and fragile side of my mind,
on the only story that was not obligations, circumstances, logics, moral,
social, duties, but on the only story that could have covered my whole having
been humane. Humanity.
You know it is only
for example if you d need to be a super hero to success and you train and you
train but whatever you train you die in the process and you training your
performance are your body. You body that will decay, your body to whom is asked
other tasks that the one to super ego. The body or bodies, embodied,
that still carry
CETVIES MANON VII
Cetvies © 2005 – 2014
Inthenameofhumanrights
© 2005 – 2014
Cettevies © 2005 – 2014
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