Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
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Admiral "Dad"
We have heard, and then communicate to all the trunks and listening "Dad" Rotondi became Admiral. The first true and only Admiral of the Maelstrom.
Many good wishes and congratulations to Vito.
The Committee of the 70th.
We have heard, and then communicate to all the trunks and listening "Dad" Rotondi became Admiral. The first true and only Admiral of the Maelstrom.
Many good wishes and congratulations to Vito.
The Committee of the 70th.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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TSUNAMI LATEST MEDICAL
There once was a doctor who wanted to save the lives of millions of people. For years he tried to create the filter in the laboratory and medicated for any ailment, the miracle cure any disease. After many experiments he achieved the extraordinary elixir. But in the meantime the men were become wise, they lived in harmony with nature and never became ill. The doctor was furious and retreated back into his lab, he began to produce viruses and bacteria and spread them around the world.
The next year, thanks to the elixir, not only became the most powerful man in the kingdom, but also the most loved.
There once was a doctor who wanted to save the lives of millions of people. For years he tried to create the filter in the laboratory and medicated for any ailment, the miracle cure any disease. After many experiments he achieved the extraordinary elixir. But in the meantime the men were become wise, they lived in harmony with nature and never became ill. The doctor was furious and retreated back into his lab, he began to produce viruses and bacteria and spread them around the world. The next year, thanks to the elixir, not only became the most powerful man in the kingdom, but also the most loved.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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VACCINE AGAINST LOVE
ticking the wind blew and the rain and cold on the bare stone of the tower from which my second deployment having on you, young men of a world adrift. The winter advances relentlessly as your end. Mine is not a prophecy, but the inevitable result of a logic of thought almost a foregone conclusion. The man of the twenty-first century is destined to fall ...
For almost three years that I toy with my diary, commenting on the sadistic evil of which you are responsible. My interventions are becoming increasingly unusual. Most of the time it seems to me to talk to the walls of my tower, maybe even able to understand myself better. On the other hand I have known for several centuries ...
Gor shuffles the spices in the pot. He plans a new potion, a vaccine ... Yeah, just like those who peddle the multinational pharmaceutical companies, in cahoots with the manufacturing of consent to frighten and run for cover. A subtle game to give a boost to your beautiful illusion you call the economy, and that has put almost all its knees. I say almost because the only ones who are laughing are the people directly responsible for the collapse ...
... anyway, I said to Gor and his new potion. It is a vaccine against the disease most cruel of men, which claimed thousands of victims every day. Worse than cancer and AIDS combined. Ebola in comparison is a common cold ... What am I talking about? But of course, love. Free kill for love, you dirty your hands with blood, we also do the bath in blood if needed. The love of country, for your god, children, for their football team ... Yes, this is the kind of love that leads us to claim the blood of anyone who stands in front. This is the love that my companion want to destroy Gor.
Over time the poor devil has learned how to measure out ingredients. I taught him all the secrets, and certainly does not lack imagination and ambition. Unfortunately, what he has in mind you can not do. I tried it myself more than once to create a similar vaccine, but there have never succeeded.
Love ... your vote to a concept that you can not even define in its entirety. Often talking to contradict you, it almost always used as an excuse for your love own, that is another matter entirely ...
Heck, I just heard an explosion downstairs. Something must be wrong with the potion. We hope that the poor do not c'abbia Gor ... put the pens
I greet you now, my little human. I can assure you that I will return soon, but for sure I will come back ... Because I'm
Nekradamus, and you look, do not forget! 
ticking the wind blew and the rain and cold on the bare stone of the tower from which my second deployment having on you, young men of a world adrift. The winter advances relentlessly as your end. Mine is not a prophecy, but the inevitable result of a logic of thought almost a foregone conclusion. The man of the twenty-first century is destined to fall ... For almost three years that I toy with my diary, commenting on the sadistic evil of which you are responsible. My interventions are becoming increasingly unusual. Most of the time it seems to me to talk to the walls of my tower, maybe even able to understand myself better. On the other hand I have known for several centuries ...
Gor shuffles the spices in the pot. He plans a new potion, a vaccine ... Yeah, just like those who peddle the multinational pharmaceutical companies, in cahoots with the manufacturing of consent to frighten and run for cover. A subtle game to give a boost to your beautiful illusion you call the economy, and that has put almost all its knees. I say almost because the only ones who are laughing are the people directly responsible for the collapse ...
... anyway, I said to Gor and his new potion. It is a vaccine against the disease most cruel of men, which claimed thousands of victims every day. Worse than cancer and AIDS combined. Ebola in comparison is a common cold ... What am I talking about? But of course, love. Free kill for love, you dirty your hands with blood, we also do the bath in blood if needed. The love of country, for your god, children, for their football team ... Yes, this is the kind of love that leads us to claim the blood of anyone who stands in front. This is the love that my companion want to destroy Gor.
Over time the poor devil has learned how to measure out ingredients. I taught him all the secrets, and certainly does not lack imagination and ambition. Unfortunately, what he has in mind you can not do. I tried it myself more than once to create a similar vaccine, but there have never succeeded.
Love ... your vote to a concept that you can not even define in its entirety. Often talking to contradict you, it almost always used as an excuse for your love own, that is another matter entirely ...
Heck, I just heard an explosion downstairs. Something must be wrong with the potion. We hope that the poor do not c'abbia Gor ... put the pens
I greet you now, my little human. I can assure you that I will return soon, but for sure I will come back ... Because I'm
Nekradamus, and you look, do not forget!
Monday, October 5, 2009
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NOT TEACH CHILDREN TO RETURN FROM HOLIDAY
My little demons disguised as men, you missed me? My visits are becoming more sporadic and there is a specific reason, the more time passes and more I realize that my words there will never be helpful, at least that
... ... at least you learn to reprogram. Exactly, just like a computer. You have to reprogram your ways of perceiving reality, which is anything but real. You must learn to see beyond things, lead to a more open, letting it flow on the flow of energy that each experience will bestow. Think like a demon means floating in a sea of \u200b\u200bvagueness.
But the program is all you have, is not it? Your subconscious, your bases, the teachings of early childhood, school, parents. You know what to be and nothing more. There is never really interested in the mystery of existence, even if you pretend to follow him everywhere. In truth I tell you that you are terrified of a revelation.
You are lost, and already knew, and I have also confessed on several occasions in the past. The circus is home to human souls are too modest to look reality in the eye. Your hope as a species resides in your loins. Maybe one day will be born a different generation, able to stand back from that vicious circle which prisoners are now thousands of years.
Then, as he told another paper demon a few years ago, not taught to children. Let them run, make mistakes and grow. Do not teach them the history and the concepts of true and false, good and evil, all things that are not yet applicable. Love them, that is, but I doubt many of you know what it means to love. You would think that a demon like me will not be able, but you are wrong. My power (and I assure you that I have quite a few '!) Is the result of a continuous act of love for the universe.
Ascoltatevi the song and try to imagine the void. Send your mind on vacation in the dark corners of the universe, where time stands still for too cold. I, meanwhile, will continue to work on the magic potion that I promised my faithful servant Gor ... ...
poor creature slave of his vile desires. 
My little demons disguised as men, you missed me? My visits are becoming more sporadic and there is a specific reason, the more time passes and more I realize that my words there will never be helpful, at least that
... ... at least you learn to reprogram. Exactly, just like a computer. You have to reprogram your ways of perceiving reality, which is anything but real. You must learn to see beyond things, lead to a more open, letting it flow on the flow of energy that each experience will bestow. Think like a demon means floating in a sea of \u200b\u200bvagueness.
But the program is all you have, is not it? Your subconscious, your bases, the teachings of early childhood, school, parents. You know what to be and nothing more. There is never really interested in the mystery of existence, even if you pretend to follow him everywhere. In truth I tell you that you are terrified of a revelation.
You are lost, and already knew, and I have also confessed on several occasions in the past. The circus is home to human souls are too modest to look reality in the eye. Your hope as a species resides in your loins. Maybe one day will be born a different generation, able to stand back from that vicious circle which prisoners are now thousands of years.
Then, as he told another paper demon a few years ago, not taught to children. Let them run, make mistakes and grow. Do not teach them the history and the concepts of true and false, good and evil, all things that are not yet applicable. Love them, that is, but I doubt many of you know what it means to love. You would think that a demon like me will not be able, but you are wrong. My power (and I assure you that I have quite a few '!) Is the result of a continuous act of love for the universe.
Ascoltatevi the song and try to imagine the void. Send your mind on vacation in the dark corners of the universe, where time stands still for too cold. I, meanwhile, will continue to work on the magic potion that I promised my faithful servant Gor ... ...
poor creature slave of his vile desires.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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Here are some snapshots of the Baule 
Here are some snapshots of the Baule
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Always the mountains, this time the Brenner Pass.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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Ben returned from vacation ...
Hello Trunks ... finished the holidays?
Now that we are all definitely come back to the daily labors, except for those lucky ones of us who are retired (but there is still a board?) ... lucky them, it's time to give back some life to our blog that begins to languish.
For that reason we accept the suggestion of Renzo Deposit and start publishing some photos of the holiday Trunks, it seems that the favorite destination for our good "sailors" is the mountain (boh!).
Hence Renzo Franco and Cesare (Repellini) on the mountain saddle.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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Have you returned from vacation, or are you still stuck on the highway? Have you got a tan, or you're left with the skin covered with rashes? You are relaxed, or are you more stressed than ever? Well, I hope it is worth a bit 'worth, because you expect a fall ... ferocious. Remember the frog in the pot? There are read a bit 'at a time, and when you return to your commitments and loans will be ready to endure another couple of degrees. On the other hand there is a crisis, no? You must keep your head and move on, because that is reliable, it also said the newspapers: the crisis is going to pass ....
Little Men, but have not yet figured out how it works? The method is always the same; terrorize the people, put on his knees, and then manipulate it at will. A crisis, a flu, bau-bau Islamic, and so on, towards the long-awaited Christmas. Then you will feel better and you make peace with the good old Jesus (which I just remember when you're in trouble).
You missed me? No?
imagined ... I've been away. I also decided not to come back ... But then I remembered Gor. I had promised a filter to quell his sexual deviations. Poor creature, he continues to desecrate the bodies of girls. We play in the basement of the tower, until begin to smell. I do not say under what conditions I have found my home ... I had to call a team of Filipino
... Anyway, all's well that ends badly. I'm back here, watching you from the top of my tower. For now I see you all in a row on highways, cut off from the heat but obedient, you pay the toll and go back to your miserable lives, some have no other choice.
You are truly a sight to demons.
Friday, July 17, 2009
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and best wishes Photo: Homo tanzanensis. Happy holidays
In the report you send us some photos from our correspondent in
Tanzania (Dodoma), and we are sure we take the opportunity to express the sentiment of all, in offering him our best wishes for a speedy healing.
In the report you send us some photos from our correspondent in
Tanzania (Dodoma), and we are sure we take the opportunity to express the sentiment of all, in offering him our best wishes for a speedy healing. 
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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The Organizing Committee of the 70th expresses to all the friends of the course Maelstrom and their families best wishes for peaceful and relaxing rental and calls again on the chests to find himself on the blog, chat on Skype, or to join their colleagues already on Facebook and our group members.
Gianni, Alfredo Corrado and Donato
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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June 29. A great sorrow we embrace Roberto Monticelli.
We plan to express the sympathy of the entire 70 ° AUC "Maelstrom" in memory of Alex and we are ideally close to Roberto and Simone now that you are not c 'is. 
We plan to express the sympathy of the entire 70 ° AUC "Maelstrom" in memory of Alex and we are ideally close to Roberto and Simone now that you are not c 'is.
Monday, June 1, 2009
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May 19. Late, late guilty ... Greetings Chen
also due to the absence (vacation) of your Coordinator / Technical wishes for Chen arriving very late, but they are no less sincere and heartfelt ...
also due to the absence (vacation) of your Coordinator / Technical wishes for Chen arriving very late, but they are no less sincere and heartfelt ...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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THE REALITY SHOW OF HUMANITY IN EARTHQUAKE
happened is there are not even noticed, a bit 'like the old advertising syringe that does not hurt. We have removed the backbone. Do not you have more. No, think of it, but really do not have it.
I demonacci filthy toyed with your lives. It is a sad game, because a real demon would affect other things, the balance, the darkness, the mystery of the cosmos. The questions are many. The demon is also a scholar, an alchemist, a seeker of truth. You know well as I call them those demons that are the seats of power, those of lower rank to be clear ...
Using servants with no brain, gaunt and ghouls of the night, you call the police, unable to feel the abject creatures real emotions, organic machines handled with subtle tricks of persuasion. Soldiers, police officers, guards, pawns in a game already seen. The old story is repeated over the centuries. The tall man against man down. The white against black. The good against the bad. The strong against the weak.
Do not believe us? Think he's exaggerating? So tell me, because between you and demonacci there's always half a squadron armed with these creatures? Because your "representatives" must be surrounded by ghouls and hide in bunkers, but to welcome and invite you to speak? Why can not you do the more questions you want? Why do you come rejected, abused, hunted, intimidated, beaten, killed ... Why can not you take with your camera or taking pictures?
I'll tell you. Why have you lost your spine. Ve have taken away a little at a time, and so have you found to crawl thinking of walking proud, on the streets of your splendid civilization. It is true that some of you have managed to keep it, and fight with what they have, kicking, scratching, screaming their desire for freedom. But you look at them unarmed, defamation, and thinking that they are ghouls, creatures without a soul. Well, think again. Even here you are wrong ...
Annelids rosicchianti of reality shows, continue to tangle in your bedroom, procreate new worms. How come silkworms used to carry on the great pantomime your gentleman called Democracy. You are only possible votes, that's what you are.
I'll stay watching you, from my high tower that soars beyond the shadows of your world. The story of you men is only an interlude of eternity before me, and between all reality, it is definitely the most fun. Good life, as someone said ... 
happened is there are not even noticed, a bit 'like the old advertising syringe that does not hurt. We have removed the backbone. Do not you have more. No, think of it, but really do not have it. I demonacci filthy toyed with your lives. It is a sad game, because a real demon would affect other things, the balance, the darkness, the mystery of the cosmos. The questions are many. The demon is also a scholar, an alchemist, a seeker of truth. You know well as I call them those demons that are the seats of power, those of lower rank to be clear ...
Using servants with no brain, gaunt and ghouls of the night, you call the police, unable to feel the abject creatures real emotions, organic machines handled with subtle tricks of persuasion. Soldiers, police officers, guards, pawns in a game already seen. The old story is repeated over the centuries. The tall man against man down. The white against black. The good against the bad. The strong against the weak.
Do not believe us? Think he's exaggerating? So tell me, because between you and demonacci there's always half a squadron armed with these creatures? Because your "representatives" must be surrounded by ghouls and hide in bunkers, but to welcome and invite you to speak? Why can not you do the more questions you want? Why do you come rejected, abused, hunted, intimidated, beaten, killed ... Why can not you take with your camera or taking pictures?
I'll tell you. Why have you lost your spine. Ve have taken away a little at a time, and so have you found to crawl thinking of walking proud, on the streets of your splendid civilization. It is true that some of you have managed to keep it, and fight with what they have, kicking, scratching, screaming their desire for freedom. But you look at them unarmed, defamation, and thinking that they are ghouls, creatures without a soul. Well, think again. Even here you are wrong ...
Annelids rosicchianti of reality shows, continue to tangle in your bedroom, procreate new worms. How come silkworms used to carry on the great pantomime your gentleman called Democracy. You are only possible votes, that's what you are.
I'll stay watching you, from my high tower that soars beyond the shadows of your world. The story of you men is only an interlude of eternity before me, and between all reality, it is definitely the most fun. Good life, as someone said ...
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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May 10, 2009. Congratulations to Frank Fortunato space
On the occasion of the birthday of Francis, the Committee decided to bring the greetings special, really special, stratospheric ...
On the occasion of the birthday of Francis, the Committee decided to bring the greetings special, really special, stratospheric ...
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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Friday, April 24, 2009
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THE TOWER OF NEKRADAMUS
Back to the tower, after a pleasant pilgrimage between the recesses of space and time. The structure remained intact. Even the recent earthquake was able to tilt it. I take my place on the bench and look out the window higher. I look and smile. Gor, meanwhile, prepares stew ...
Your degeneration leaves me at the same time surprised, disgusted and indifferent. A real demon can hear all this together and even more. The tragedies are turned into opportunities, the market demand of death and you are immediately ready to respond. Suffering becomes a share. Tears in cash. The cries of despair mingle with the street cries of advertising. This is amazing, wonderful and terrifying. Well done ....
And in the meantime the Great Machine continues to grind a nutshell, shredded human flesh. The brains are switched off, or maybe too busy. What difference does it make? The important thing is to sleep the sleep injected from the machine.
The spectacle of death is the essence of your economy. Other than oil! Destroy and then GDP, GDP, and then rebuilt, and then declared war GDP, GDP, and then you die. So even the natural disaster is an opportunity. One scoop for every death, a job for each displaced person, a gain for every loss.
Gor is calling me downstairs. I have to go and help with the ingredients, or risk finding myself in the foot plate of one of his concubines. It is a creature distracted, you know ...
'll try to make me feel more often, although lately I think that is repeating itself. What else can I tell you again? The important things to know already, after all Demons are like me ... The problem is that you forget all the time.
"Behold Gor! Pose now that acceptance, there will not be needed. In town I bought the pork ... " 
Back to the tower, after a pleasant pilgrimage between the recesses of space and time. The structure remained intact. Even the recent earthquake was able to tilt it. I take my place on the bench and look out the window higher. I look and smile. Gor, meanwhile, prepares stew ... Your degeneration leaves me at the same time surprised, disgusted and indifferent. A real demon can hear all this together and even more. The tragedies are turned into opportunities, the market demand of death and you are immediately ready to respond. Suffering becomes a share. Tears in cash. The cries of despair mingle with the street cries of advertising. This is amazing, wonderful and terrifying. Well done ....
And in the meantime the Great Machine continues to grind a nutshell, shredded human flesh. The brains are switched off, or maybe too busy. What difference does it make? The important thing is to sleep the sleep injected from the machine.
The spectacle of death is the essence of your economy. Other than oil! Destroy and then GDP, GDP, and then rebuilt, and then declared war GDP, GDP, and then you die. So even the natural disaster is an opportunity. One scoop for every death, a job for each displaced person, a gain for every loss.
Gor is calling me downstairs. I have to go and help with the ingredients, or risk finding myself in the foot plate of one of his concubines. It is a creature distracted, you know ...
'll try to make me feel more often, although lately I think that is repeating itself. What else can I tell you again? The important things to know already, after all Demons are like me ... The problem is that you forget all the time.
"Behold Gor! Pose now that acceptance, there will not be needed. In town I bought the pork ... "
Friday, April 10, 2009
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Happy Easter!
publish the Easter greetings to the various trunks sent.
(find them in the comments)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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April 10. Corrado Greetings!
A warm welcome and very Happy Birthday to our Aguri Corrado Belfiore, without whose help our GDG would not have had the success he's had.
A warm welcome and very Happy Birthday to our Aguri Corrado Belfiore, without whose help our GDG would not have had the success he's had. Dear Conrad will be on Facebook, if it forms part, a happy Easter Egg of hope available to all Trunks " facebookiani ( Belfiore / Facebook ).
On this occasion, we invite you to join the trunks and exchange messages and ideas in the FB group specifically created.
The Committee of the 70th.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
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turn out the light of your identity
Tonight call back the darkness, small humans, and you may feel a bit 'more demons ... But it's just a game, do not worry. Why are you afraid of darkness, and unable to tolerate them only because the switch is there on your doorstep. You will burn some candles, just to not feel totally at the mercy of the creatures of the night. Why do you feel entity of light, reflections of the day, motes the universe. As you are wrong! The
called "awareness", do your little game, even if only once a year, and this makes you feel wonderful. The new enemy of humanity has no face. Nothing good and evil, just a great and honorable mission: save the planet!
Men, when will you accept the simple fact that you are only tenants of the world passing by. The planet is fine, you who are in danger .... The planet'll pull through, he did in the past and will do so for many millions of years, but by then you could be anywhere, perhaps under a rock in the form of a new moss.
A tip from a demon of the demons that have lost their way: turn off the light, and try not to turn it on again. This is the real challenge. It could be the opportunity to regain possession of your identity. Some of you have already done, but have chosen the road less noble. I call them low-ranking demons, and you know who I mean. Politicians, bankers and acrobats in the world of cellulose. Not emulateli! Find the real demon in you!
The shadows fall on the world, like a comforting blanket. Breathe in the darkness. Make it yours. Go back to being a creature of darkness! 
Tonight call back the darkness, small humans, and you may feel a bit 'more demons ... But it's just a game, do not worry. Why are you afraid of darkness, and unable to tolerate them only because the switch is there on your doorstep. You will burn some candles, just to not feel totally at the mercy of the creatures of the night. Why do you feel entity of light, reflections of the day, motes the universe. As you are wrong! The called "awareness", do your little game, even if only once a year, and this makes you feel wonderful. The new enemy of humanity has no face. Nothing good and evil, just a great and honorable mission: save the planet!
Men, when will you accept the simple fact that you are only tenants of the world passing by. The planet is fine, you who are in danger .... The planet'll pull through, he did in the past and will do so for many millions of years, but by then you could be anywhere, perhaps under a rock in the form of a new moss.
A tip from a demon of the demons that have lost their way: turn off the light, and try not to turn it on again. This is the real challenge. It could be the opportunity to regain possession of your identity. Some of you have already done, but have chosen the road less noble. I call them low-ranking demons, and you know who I mean. Politicians, bankers and acrobats in the world of cellulose. Not emulateli! Find the real demon in you!
The shadows fall on the world, like a comforting blanket. Breathe in the darkness. Make it yours. Go back to being a creature of darkness!
Monday, March 23, 2009
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March 23 ... A. Best wishes ...
Today is March 23 and we must do our Best wishes for a Happy Birthday to " Professor " Giancarlo Barbato . Unfortunately we have not been able to see the GDG, we hope you'll follow up on the blog and Facebook and can appreciate our best wishes.
Today is March 23 and we must do our Best wishes for a Happy Birthday to " Professor " Giancarlo Barbato . Unfortunately we have not been able to see the GDG, we hope you'll follow up on the blog and Facebook and can appreciate our best wishes.
The Committee of the 70th
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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RIAPPROPRIATEVI AND OUR TRUE NATURE OF THE CRISIS
you have to believe in the myth of money. There
they did believe in democracy.
you have to believe in the war of peace.
you have to believe the terrorists.
you have to believe the infidels.
you have to believe in the moon.
you have to believe that all is well.
you have to believe Lee Harvey Oswald.
you have to believe the drug.
you have to believe the TV.
you have to believe in hell.
you have to believe in the family.
you have to believe in evil and the good.
you have to believe in the crisis.
you have to believe the cold war.
you have to believe in Hollywood.
you have to believe in football.
you have to believe in the country. We have
believe in God ...
... do not you think that the time has come to doubt, my little human?
And when you start to doubt, the claws are sharpened, and we regain possession of our nature
... ... because you know that we are all a little 'devils. 
you have to believe in the myth of money. There they did believe in democracy.
you have to believe in the war of peace.
you have to believe the terrorists.
you have to believe the infidels.
you have to believe in the moon.
you have to believe that all is well.
you have to believe Lee Harvey Oswald.
you have to believe the drug.
you have to believe the TV.
you have to believe in hell.
you have to believe in the family.
you have to believe in evil and the good.
you have to believe in the crisis.
you have to believe the cold war.
you have to believe in Hollywood.
you have to believe in football.
you have to believe in the country. We have
believe in God ...
... do not you think that the time has come to doubt, my little human?
And when you start to doubt, the claws are sharpened, and we regain possession of our nature
... ... because you know that we are all a little 'devils.
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