Happy halloween uz vcera a dneska pozdravy zo zahrobia

https://kyberia.sk/id/8775558
Drugs are nice

obviously =)

so i either
create myself (again)
or meet myself
the question is
where

all because of some failed you
super you

https://vimeo.com/31624219

he makes me wanna die...

nekdy je nejdulezitejsi dovednosti umet rozlisit kde konci proza a mela by zacit poezie.

evaluace
zivotnich hodnot a obrazu prazdna
ktere se mi zjevuji po rozhovorech o vsem o nicem,
Nic uz ani nezarli, zemrelo.
rozhovory o me s lidmi v naskrobenem bilem limci,
je jenom jeden, nasleduje vulgarni nadavka z hloubky vytrpeneho znechuceni.
a sisyfos v tom neni.

tohle je peklo, pratele,
rekl zcela nehieroglyficky Bosh,
ze to jeste nekoho zajima,
rekla ona prazdne, vi ze nezajima.
nechapu co jsem kdy videla na kontinuite,
neni to ani rebel, jen podle krade.
kdo nepublikuje at neni,
vsichni jsou zticha,
asi reflektuji nedostatek nedostatku
a kdyz jdem pit, tak nemaji co rict
zabalim te do tmave modry cukrovy vaty,
cerna je noc,
ne kristalova, proc umirate tak potichu??

Len bezmocni vidia, ako sa svet ruti do skazy.
Iba neschopni tuzia po grandioznom prevrate a externalizacii chaosu.
Relevantny svet sa tymto poznanim docasne zuzi.

Mlcanie.
Vzdy som verila slovam.
Az kym som sa nechytila do pasce
vzajomnych predpokladov.

Milovat niekoho navzdory jeho chybam,
a preto chybit,
previnovat sa mlcanim.

Boli ma hlava, hadky su vycerpavajuce, a mlcanie este viac.
Je rano..poludnie.
Nechcela som vstavat kedy on, aj napriek primeriu co sme uzavreli v noci.
Som vyklepana (opila som sa z vina), a nemam silu niecomu verit, nieco projektovat, do niecoho investovat.
Mala by som urychlene vypadnut von, vycistit si hlavu, mala, ale kto kraca v mojej kozi, mozem mu/jej verit?

Vo sne som mala obute svoje stare boty steel, lupal sa z nich cierny polis, trhala som cary tej folie, a pod tym bol biely plast. Falosne boty.
Neviem co to znamena.
Neviem nic.
Zborili sme chram, musime stavat znova. Dnes mozem maximalne tak plakat pri jednej nedolezitej stene, zbytku vonkajsich hradieb. A zbozstit si ju.
Zatial co na povodnom mieste su uz chramy najazdnikov.
Mozno este nie, pomylila som si obdobie.
Postavime to znova. Zatial som v soku.

Do mesta sa mi ist nechce, mesto je letne, plne energie, extrovertne, zaliate slnkom co ma akurat tak rozlozi a spali.
Do vecera je daleko.

“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” – Henry Miller

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved
http://myinnerbalance.net/the-invitation-by-oriah/

Two thoughts in particular emerged from the Enlightenment that shaped the
ideas of the 20th century.
The first is that science gives us a complete description of reality.
What can be known can be known by the scientific method.
The second is that we can formulate a comprehensive theory of ethics and
politics of what I as an individual ought to do and what we collectively
ought to do.


Baron Paul d'Holbach argued that science established materialism and
also atheism, that God does not exist.
If the world is nothing but a mass of molecules moving around according to
scientific laws, however, what sense can we make of norms, of values?
What sense is there in speaking of right and wrong, good and evil,
justice and injustice?
It would be like looking at the motions of the planets and
recommending or denouncing them.



Dare to know - englightenment motto pronounced by Immanuel Kant.
My personal englightenment from a rigid upbringing couldn't be described better.


Enlightenment thinkers differ in many respects.
They take varying stances on the nature versus nurture
question, for example.
Some are empiricists who think that all knowledge comes from experience.
Others are rationalists who think that some knowledge of the world is a
priori, independent of experience or innate.
Some believe in God, some don't.
But all accept four basic assumptions.
First, truth--
there are truths that are absolute, independent of any individual mind and
thus, universal.
Second, knowledge.
It's possible to have objective knowledge of some of those truths.
Third, reason.
Reason is the best way to achieve and justify such knowledge.
And fourth, progress.
Acting rationally in response to objective knowledge improves our
chances of achieving our aims.



Morals have an influence on actions and affections.
Reason alone can have no such influence.
So morality is not a conclusion of reason.
Notice the assumption.
Reason is inert.
It can't influence actions or affections, that is feelings.
Reason deals with facts.
But facts are what they are.
They don't and can't motivate anyone.

Morality, Hume concludes, consists of no matter of fact.
You should or you shouldn't.
Thou shalt or thou shalt not.
That's good or bad, just or unjust.
Those aren't matters of fact.
They're directed at action.
But facts--
it's warm today; 2 plus 2 is 4; force is mass times acceleration--
aren't directed at action.

Reason is and ought to be the slave of the passions.
Our feelings are particular.

I respond emotionally, passionately to particular actions and events.
I then generalize, holding that stealing is wrong, for example..
Our moral sense is the capacity we have for the feelings that constitute
the basis for our moral judgments.
Some people have a strong and well developed moral sense.
Others don't.
Some may even be morally blind.
The French Revolution would soon put the idea that reason should be the
slave of the passions to the test.
In nine months in 1792 in the Reign of Terror, the Committee of Public Safety
executed 50,000 people.
They developed a new technology of mass murder using the guillotine and
in the chilling anticipation of the 20th century, even loading people onto
barges to be sunk in the middle of the river to kill people more quickly and
efficiently.
This was in part driven by political theory.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, whose writings inspired the revolution, had asked,
what happens when an individual's will conflicts with the general will, the
common good of the community?
He answered that the general will must take precedence.
But he added that since an individual in the social contract commits himself
and everything he has to the community, yielding to the general
will isn't merely an obligation for the greater good.
It's an expression of his own freedom.
Those whose interests conflict with those of the state must be crushed for
their own good.
In his words, they must be forced to be free.
Madame de Stael, witnessing this, saw the end of the age of reason and
feared for what might come next.

Passions are immensely dangerous.
They must be controlled by reason, she urged, in individual
lives and in society.
The proper roles of reason and passion would remain at center stage
throughout the 19th and 20th centuries.
Both, it turns out, would pose serious dangers.
Millions would die because of someone's theory.
Millions more would die because of someone's unbridled passion.
The Europe Madame de Stael knew would disappear, never to return.

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Inner chutzpa chups
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Excerpt from the novel:
' I don’t know when it started, bro, believe me, I don’t know. It definitely wasn't the first time I got high. I think I’d already slipped into the Zone way before that. The place where the street slides together is where the ZONE begins, the Vast Gray Drug Glide, separated only by a thin membrane from the reality that You perceive. Of course, you have no idea what happens over there, what life is like in those parts, and what goes on inside of us. I left that place and never want to go back. But a piece of the reality I took out of it will stay with me forever. It was my home.
I quit, yeah.
I can tell you the whole story if you want, though I might not remember some details exactly the way they happened. But you’ll get the gist of it. It’s no big story. There are so many similar ones. Believe me, there’s nothing special about it. But maybe it’ll help you understand the world a little better.
Not just our world, the world of the Zone, but your own. So if you want to hear the story, listen up.'




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Pocit viny a kafe.

Co taha z postele rano vas?

a ako kazdy den ked som v Blave....
PODTE NEIKTO NA VINO!

Nova povidka.

Mars Vertigo mi poskytnul prvni odstavec a fotky.
http://anihilstream.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/crimson-skies/

Pisen pisni... krasna

http://onlineb21.bible21.cz/bible.php?kniha=pisen

Ukazala som frajerovi tuto stranku o kinbaku bondagi
http://kinbakuluxuria.com/dir/

je nadseny! ;)
a uz sa uci viazat..rozpraval mi ze chodil do skautu ako maly, a ze z lan staval kadejake pristresky a konstrukcie, takze s tym uz ma trochu praxe
taketo splnene sny som vazne necakala..som nadsena uplne rovnako..

Duvera je neskutecne sexy ..

nesnasim kdyz jsem rozbita "jen tak" protoze jsem nemohla spat, protoze nervy, protoze zaludek

kdyz jsem byvala rozbita po drogach, mohla jsem si aspon rikat, ze s nima skoncim a pak to bude lepsi.
neni.
lepsi je to jen v kontaktu s realitou, ta mi vazne prospiva.
dobre pocity z ni vsak nekdy zcela postradam...

Koho to zajima, co mi robili na letisku nez ma pustili na let do Tel Avivu
https://anihilstream.wordpress.com/2014/01/26/je-elal-izrael/

Meaning of life? I`ll tell you what is the meaning of life: being with Kobi as much as possible!

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
- Sylvia Plath

som si uvedomila....

nosim norkovy kozich a podporujem Izrael.

the saddest fuck i ever had

rozhadzana, melancholicka, cely vikend v posteli, mnoho hodin spanku
odrazam sa od predstav a hladam svoje miesto
kym to vlastne som? zozimilo sa..
moje neupratane ja je v takom ostrom kontraste s tym druhym,
vysoko energetickym, ze sa zda, jedno druhe popiera.
niesom druha J. ani T., tak preco nevypadnu z mojej hlavy?
visiet na fcbk, raz som stastna, inokedy smutny addict.
chybas mi a chcem ta do svojho zivota - je to legitimne,
alebo len dalsia klucka, utek pred sebou?
kolko vrstiev ma osobnost a identita?
co potrebujem, a co mozem odpustit?

mozno som si len opat siahla na to svoje dno,
z ktoreho sa pokazde zdesene vymanim
a v akcnych tyzdnoch ma strasi jeho tien

clovek nema byt sam, od pociatku vekov, starozakonny boh,
stvoril muza a zenu.
lenze to nie je cela pravda.

...uz cele roky na internete zhanas drogy
nie je to depresivne?
alebo nebodaj funkcne? potom by ma zaujimala cena tejto zlatej horucky.
sedis s horucim srdcom a ladovou srienou na mrznucich onucach v zle vetranej drevenici?
nevies sa vzdat mladosti?
mozno si iba zavisly a sam medzi ludmi. bez diagnozy. nekonecny craving duse po niecom, co nevie artikulovat.
nehybne nohy ktore klamu. nechavaju sa unasat predstavami, obalene ladom na vyslapanom mieste.

I pity you, for as long as you live to serve you will never know freedom.
-unknown SR user-

the art of defragmenting self

i was thown into a stream
of pure consciousness and opened
like a can
with oh sweet sharp opener
and started to defragment.
wild wild whirling i became.
silent shouts, turmoil and love,
how beautiful and dreadful is this longing…

He who can destroy a thing, controls a thing.
Paul Atreides