Chocolate Cake

“Best wishes.” The middle-aged man said wretchedly to his son.

Samuel looked up at his mournful father and saw the sadness in his dark brown eyes. The boy wasn’t so cheerful either; his mother had died just a week before his thirteenth birthday. The sad attempt of celebrating his birthday in hopes to forget his mother’s death was a failure; another one of his father’s ideas that didn’t work. Yet,…

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a Bar conversation

- Men build things, then we die. It’s in our fucking DNA! THAT’S WHAT WE DO!

- And when it all falls down?

- We build it right back up again.

- But this time bigger. BETTER!

- Look! Look what we can do. Look how fuckin’ beautiful we are. You think the men that built all this had it easy?

- Hard men!

- Doing hard shit!

- and that gives me a hard on… But not in a gay way or anything like that.

-…

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Free ebook: Love in the Time of Cholera

Free ebook: Love in the Time of Cholera

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 But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.- Garcia Marquez

An obsessive, impassioned sex addict, Florentino falls madly in love with Fermina Daza on sight. After a brief love affair during which he sees Fermina only in…

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Free ebook : Ted Kaczynski- Technological slavery

Free ebook : Ted Kaczynski- Technological slavery

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Ted Kaczynski’s Cabin

Ted Kaczynski

download free ebook: Kaczynski – Technological Slavery

Kaczynski is serving a life sentence without the   possibility of parole as Federal Bureau of Prisons register number 04475-046 at ADX Florence, the federal Administrative Maximum Facility supermax in Florence, Colorado. When asked if he was afraid of losing his mind in prison, Kaczynski replied:

No,…

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Command me to be well

Command me to be well

Inspired by Hozier – Take me to Church 

Command me to be well

We were born sick and nurtured within the bulb of a corrupted society of which we absorbed all its bad traits, and yet we love it. We were condemned to worship an over due religions like cattle stirred by the dogmatic shrines of two millenniums. Yet, we stay behind their shadows. Masters and kings, dictators and governments,…

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A Violin from heaven

A Violin from heaven

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O murmur of the breeze,

Go and tell the fawn

To find sweet water

Only intensifies my thirst

I have a beloved

Whose love inhabits my insides,

Her spirit is my spirit and my spirit is hers,

When she feels desire, I feel desire,

When I feel desire, she feels desire.

For your sake, I hurry over land and water:

For your sake, I cross the desert and split the mountain in two,

And turn my face from…

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Tarek Abu Al Dahab: Memoir of a Cyclist

Tarek Abu Al Dahab: Memoir of a Cyclist

" Abu Al Dahab" France, 1958

” Abu Al Dahab” France, 1958

Tarek Abu Al Dahab ( born December 25, 1939 in Beirut) is a Lebanese former racing cyclist. His sport career began at the age of 18, in Paris 1958, where he was preparing for the road World Championship in Reims. He belonged to the VCXII in Paris. he participated in the annual starting grid of street championship and in the Olympic Games in Rome 1960 and Tokyo 1964.…

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Smurf Ville

In the Johan et Pirlouit stories, the Smurf village is made up of mushroom-like houses of different shapes and sizes in a desolate and rocky land with just a few trees. Beautifully well-put forces of labor working together for there own kind. But there is this other Smurf Ville that is made up of a building with expensive granites that is equipped with social statuses, bureaucracy, class…

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Diaries

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She was like something inordinately beautiful and out of this world. Like I’d found an actual planet that I didn’t know had been there all along. We got to live free, in that winter we pulled a blanket on the flour and slept in that empty room. We took long walks in the middle of the nights and played games on the sideways. Infants in-love we were, inseparable we were, bonded with ideologies,…

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