načo nebol nikdy čas dezorientovaný vydal sa hľadať náležitosti na mále v kriminále jeho spojenci vypadli z domu ako pokrstenci ja som mal amok v prstenci neslušní popletenci dirigovali amigo dal som si cígo naliganý posledná liga lúzra

Pokládal som si otázku, ktorá sa na pol ceste stratila, len aby mi doplo kto koho ojebáva mimo dobro a zlo macešské z päty mače na buzerplace matkinej destinace. Vieš čia je vina, že nevyšla inkarnace…… regiment povstal do zbroje ego roztrhlo vo dvoje do hlavne som vtlačil náboje mesačné dieťa z mäsa a kosti mi hojilo nitro in vitro

If my life has one rule, it is to avoid groupthink, which is what happens when other people want to rope you into their weird pathology so that they do not have to go down alone. Some of this is leftover from school, where one kid throwing erasers got punished but if the whole class did it we just had to skip recess. Since that time it has become clear to me that the biggest risk to us as humans […]

Human beings embody, at least potentially, attributes of nonhuman development that place them squarely within organic evolution. They are not “natural aliens,” to use Neil Evernden’s phrase, strange “exotics,” phylogenetic “deformities” that, owing to their tool-making capacities, “cannot evolve with an ecosystem anywhere.”[

Firstly, challenging cultural conditioning requires courage. It demands that we question the beliefs, values, and behaviors imposed upon us by society and explore alternative perspectives that resonate with our inner truths. By daring to think independently and act authentically, we set an example of courage for others who may also yearn to break free from the constraints of cultural conformity. […]

Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more By: Horace Kephart Poetic Outlaws Nov 9 To Return Again READ IN APP Photo by George Masa Yes to return again and again; to leave the exhausted air of the cities, the imprisoning walls, the din and strife, the jostling of unsympathetic crowds; to escape from this artificial limbo that has sullied the very sky til we scarce ever lift our eyes […]

In the quiet of the night, whispers fade to cries, Shattered dreams in fragments, beneath the starless skies. Empty echoes linger in a heart worn and bare, A symphony of sorrow, a soul lost in despair. Through the mist of tears, the world’s colors fade, Each breath a weighted burden, in this endless masquerade. Hope’s fleeting silhouette, a ghost in the night, Lost in the labyrinth, […]

Nebezpecne rady. Tato kniha je vysmechom obetiam traumy. PTSD, C-PTSD, uzkost, depresia, panicke ataky, fobie, za to vsetko si podla autora vlastne moze clovek sam. Trauma neexistuje. Vsetko je v nasej hlave. Minulost neexistuje. Kedykovek si mozeme zmysliet, ze budeme mat iny zivot, inu povahu. Povaha je podla autora „zivotny styl“, ktory si moze jedinec kedykolvek okamzite zmenit. […]

D6lezitost‘ abstrakcie a jazyka pri utvarani identity cloveka si m6zeme lepsie uvedomit‘ vtedy, ke‘ sa porovname s mytologickym clovekom. s vedomím, ktoré má ´formu mýtu´ ? myslí mytologický človek mytologicky ? pravý subjekt nevedomia aka ´predmet´ nemôže byť stále diferencovanejším objektom sebareflexie, lebo je neprístupný bezprostrednej skúsenosti ? […]

mám obrovský strach zo smrti ukradol mi pán z mojich slov na každé téma na mojej koži rozpútal peklo ja som veru neobžil moje ideomotorické tempo trysku on položil na misku váh pred cvokárom aby si zhrabal majetok parom a cakom prask mal masku ´dobrotivého´ dobrodinca ale týral asociálneho jedinca x dbal som na svoj zovňajšok ale pán prilieval do ohňa psychózy olej on […]