level. Even BNP
Pribas, who shifted the whole shit from America to Europe, got
fined severly. Israel got bankrupted. Something very wrong... Two
near sovereign default, one government shutdown, one more sovereing
default.
The weapon, which they can not
sell in Middle East, was sold or dumped to their domestic policy
called national guard. Now the policy started shooting their own
people. All this has to be ended by force. Otherwise there will be
a nuclear war, which will destroy the earth by 9/11. What a number.
It is like a well-laid plan. But actually what is worrying me is
the KP pipeline. They are so desperate for oil. They are trying so
hard to get that pipeline to draw oil from Alaska and Canada. But
the structure has problem. They dig too deep or too shallow.
Earthquake is like cancer. If you cut an inch wrong, everything
starts spreading. Ok... The real problem is GE faulty reactors mark
1 are aligned with the line. Before nuclear war, they might have
nuclear explosions first. Oh my god...'
"John, John, I met a Texan John.
Can you believe it? He said he has been building up aircrafts
called Ego. He said you need a lot of patience in England. They
don't deliver food instantly. But they don't chuck out us
neither."
The Texan John said
"Texas is five times bigger than
UK."
I asked him.
"Where is Oklahoma?"
"North of Texas."
"Where is Cooper?"
"Don't know..."
Ana felt helpless. She thought
that the Texan John should know where the first and the biggest
hydro explosion might happen in a very near future. People call it
man made disaster if any of them survive through.
'I am not helping you. I just want
to let you know. That is my nature. My tiring nature.'
"John, not much to say today."
"What's up, doc?"
"Sorry, personal problem. Do not
ask further. I feel like a shit. I am in a deep shit."
"I told you my deepest shit. You
can tell me."
"Sorry, hell, no. My husband
cannot get pregnant with my sister, no? Sorry. It's just that
American bitch messed up again. If I happen to see her again, I
will put out all her hairs in front of all the guest. Anyway, I am
supposed to be a mentally ill person. Even though I kill her, I go
to a phychiatric hospital, not a prison. I can do whatever I want.
I will put an end to her social life in UK. She cannot sell any
more illegal immigration visas, Bitch. So, I don't care whether you
go up or down. I don't care. Do not try to calm me down, so I can
help you. No. I am in a serious mood swing."
Ana just walked straight forward.
She cannot remember how many cars or bikes stopped or jerked. She
just walked for miles and miles through the Christmans shopping
crowd.
"It's your turn to make me feel
good. And you know how."
Ana was trying to sort out her mad
anger.
'It is not an anger. It is just an
energy, which is very similar to anger. My mind is trying to find a
reason. I can make a reason but that is not proper for this kind of
anger. It was exploded this morning. I could not control it. I
almost killed myself. It moved me so wild. I am still in it.
Painful and numbing. Moving and shooting through my face, backbone
and the end of coccix. My mind is still telling me that I am
avoiding something. I am not. Can I say I am not? What if my
husband has an actual, emotional tenderness towards to that Amerian
bitch? That is my question. Can I find out tonight? If I can find
out, what can I do? Divorce? Because of that emotional tint? I
suddenly remember my husband was almost about to kill that man. The
man. I thought life is too bury for that kind of emotional
indulgence. But maybe this is time for myself. I've been denying my
feeling for so many years. My turn. My turn to wank hard.'
"John, life is sad, is not
it?"
"Sorry, Ana, are you a wank?"
"Yes. Who is not?"
"True. Did you do your
homework?"
"What? I've been working in the
clinic for the last, fucking for how many hours?"
"Didn't know that."
"Are you closing now?"
"Waiting for a news..."
"What? FOMC said the fat
Pribas, who shifted the whole shit from America to Europe, got
fined severly. Israel got bankrupted. Something very wrong... Two
near sovereign default, one government shutdown, one more sovereing
default.
The weapon, which they can not
sell in Middle East, was sold or dumped to their domestic policy
called national guard. Now the policy started shooting their own
people. All this has to be ended by force. Otherwise there will be
a nuclear war, which will destroy the earth by 9/11. What a number.
It is like a well-laid plan. But actually what is worrying me is
the KP pipeline. They are so desperate for oil. They are trying so
hard to get that pipeline to draw oil from Alaska and Canada. But
the structure has problem. They dig too deep or too shallow.
Earthquake is like cancer. If you cut an inch wrong, everything
starts spreading. Ok... The real problem is GE faulty reactors mark
1 are aligned with the line. Before nuclear war, they might have
nuclear explosions first. Oh my god...'
"John, John, I met a Texan John.
Can you believe it? He said he has been building up aircrafts
called Ego. He said you need a lot of patience in England. They
don't deliver food instantly. But they don't chuck out us
neither."
The Texan John said
"Texas is five times bigger than
UK."
I asked him.
"Where is Oklahoma?"
"North of Texas."
"Where is Cooper?"
"Don't know..."
Ana felt helpless. She thought
that the Texan John should know where the first and the biggest
hydro explosion might happen in a very near future. People call it
man made disaster if any of them survive through.
'I am not helping you. I just want
to let you know. That is my nature. My tiring nature.'
"John, not much to say today."
"What's up, doc?"
"Sorry, personal problem. Do not
ask further. I feel like a shit. I am in a deep shit."
"I told you my deepest shit. You
can tell me."
"Sorry, hell, no. My husband
cannot get pregnant with my sister, no? Sorry. It's just that
American bitch messed up again. If I happen to see her again, I
will put out all her hairs in front of all the guest. Anyway, I am
supposed to be a mentally ill person. Even though I kill her, I go
to a phychiatric hospital, not a prison. I can do whatever I want.
I will put an end to her social life in UK. She cannot sell any
more illegal immigration visas, Bitch. So, I don't care whether you
go up or down. I don't care. Do not try to calm me down, so I can
help you. No. I am in a serious mood swing."
Ana just walked straight forward.
She cannot remember how many cars or bikes stopped or jerked. She
just walked for miles and miles through the Christmans shopping
crowd.
"It's your turn to make me feel
good. And you know how."
Ana was trying to sort out her mad
anger.
'It is not an anger. It is just an
energy, which is very similar to anger. My mind is trying to find a
reason. I can make a reason but that is not proper for this kind of
anger. It was exploded this morning. I could not control it. I
almost killed myself. It moved me so wild. I am still in it.
Painful and numbing. Moving and shooting through my face, backbone
and the end of coccix. My mind is still telling me that I am
avoiding something. I am not. Can I say I am not? What if my
husband has an actual, emotional tenderness towards to that Amerian
bitch? That is my question. Can I find out tonight? If I can find
out, what can I do? Divorce? Because of that emotional tint? I
suddenly remember my husband was almost about to kill that man. The
man. I thought life is too bury for that kind of emotional
indulgence. But maybe this is time for myself. I've been denying my
feeling for so many years. My turn. My turn to wank hard.'
"John, life is sad, is not
it?"
"Sorry, Ana, are you a wank?"
"Yes. Who is not?"
"True. Did you do your
homework?"
"What? I've been working in the
clinic for the last, fucking for how many hours?"
"Didn't know that."
"Are you closing now?"
"Waiting for a news..."
"What? FOMC said the fat
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