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Project Painting the retirement home

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Wait till your father happens!

is Wednesday. You return to the fold drive like every night, music a bit strong for you to empty the well head. Return t'explosant eardrums is good for your morale.

you find your files cozy, your little wife and three chicks. Turning the key in the door, you throw your briefcase in the hall and see what you come up small world. In a jovial tone and optimistic you scream "Helloooooo!"

Ah the joys of family! They will throw your neck to kiss you.

... Nothing. ??

Ooh there ... Atmosphere. Madam your wife visibly annoyed, irritated, tell thee titanic day. Boys, a bit difficult since this morning are for the time being punished in their bedroom. They spent the day unable to leave since it's pouring. Your booth is now a cage of lions.

During the day there were fights, teasing, rubbish of all kinds of toys spread chaos in the house, twenty times obliged to repeat things, threats and finally ... punishment (or retribution). Mom peeled It should be recognized.

Oh you love these joyous reunion end of day migraine! With fatigue, you had a little too quickly forgotten the atmosphere noisy colony vacancy that exists in you. Fool you are.

Immediately - you did not even have time to ask your-key, detailed report about Mrs. wrongdoing by both rebels. You married a playwright, she knows how to pitch, replay the painful moments, to imitate the culprits committing their crimes. And she has a voice this darn.

You listen to a tune concerned, you opine, you mark your outraged disapproval, your full support to the mother exceeded. You promise lightning, you point fingers of blame, you take resolutions major educational! (Speculating on bedtime)

short, you play the concerned and supportive father. In fact, at this time, you're tired and completely unable to absorb all these events. You're just good for Grailler a piece of bread while casting an eye on your mail.

you hungry. In "I'm hungry" your cortex does not record anything and let the old brain commands to a kind of Neanderthal and loudmouthed moron on that should not count.

And after all she wanted to parental leave shit! She wanted to take full advantage of its children, relax, share with them "intense moments." She is now! And indeed intense!

Not because you've had your day you too painful! And do you complain? Do you yell, shaking your brushes? Not at all!

No, you do not want to yell at your kids at this time! And then he'd better not. With fatigue evil is punished, it gets angry, it shakes, it is busting the voice and sometimes we go back to old ways! And you, Edwin Antier you like him.

In the playoffs, when things go wrong, the dad got into the nursery, sits on the edge of the bed and began a discussion of salvation. Children listen, understand immediately and end the kissing. And the series is complete.

But with you it does not like the Cosby Show. Already he will pull the smallest under his bed and then sit the great. They wrest their video games and collect it:


"It was not me he's drunk I! It does everything I do and it pricks me my stuff, it bothers me "" It's not even true goat poop! "" Big Baby! "" Am not a baby, you're the no! "

That ... No no need to type" But they deserve eh! Fortunately just before you nibbled and therefore you have recovered your cortex of Homo Sapien. You shipments everyone to the shower screaming a little. You promise one hour of sleep incredibly early! "Z'irez all in bed by eight o'clock tonight! Gulli and punished!"

Especially do not ask Ms. change the subject ... leaves empty his bag. Otherwise, it will also choose to go to bed early. Not without sending you graze. And you will stay alone on your couch. In the quiet ..

Cool!

Claddagh Ring Meaning'

Shitting on the floor

Historically the cynic is one who knows the true nature of reality, not encumbered with figures of speech, language, wood, good feelings and vain. According to Peter Sloterdijk, cynicism, at the time of his invention before he became a school of philosophy (at the time, the poles were already beginning. Slowly, reverse), emerged from the dregs of society, through Diogenes, the Dog said, and, you know, sleeping in a barrel, lived in a public place, wearing a simple loincloth he put aside sometimes to defecate, masturbate or make love. It was well know all the good people outraged that he did not pay any illusions about the meaning of life, illuminating the absurdity of the existence of those who saw the scandal in a fresh turd rather than in their own mystification.

Over time, the ruling classes have gradually taken this stance, the lucidity, to legitimize their control over the masses whom they claim to avoid unnecessary troubles. That the mob continues to survive with its limited vision and twisted reality, she eats wisely hollow language of politicians, publicists and other writers of press releases, provided it continues to do its work and to pay patent .

It goes without saying that the philosopher trying to walk in Montreal with a lantern to shed light on all the bastards, the seedy and liars of this world would be immediately detained or worse, completely ignored. If, to support his claim, he decided to shit on the floor, it would probably be in prison for daring statement the truth of her body odor, made a lot of criticism too literal Machine - that said, a machine shit, it happens in an art gallery. And the blunt truth, desperation, it is written without risk (not quite, but it's a start).

Medco Conflict Of Interest

END TIMES

Source: Jill Greenberg End Times , www.manipulator.com

A Montreal artist Jill Greenberg, presented in 2006 closeups on the faces of crying children. She spent in the studio time with each of them and their families until a frustration or conflict occurs, and she took pictures. Faces reddened. Watery. Twisted and completely open. Many of the public to have found it unbearable and questioned the legitimacy of his artistic process, to see the cruelty. But the cruelty that? The emotions, when expressed without waiting, quickly replaced by others. It would owned - and speaking of children, or women, we do not usually deprive them - to believe that their fugacity reported their falsity, but impossible to lure before the images. This is real pain, absolute, sadness, despair, rage. In front of the eyes, unfiltered representation of what we had to kill itself to become an adult and accept reality. We can see everything, endure any show, face stoic, then it would explode.