Friday, June 10, 2005

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Neferhotep The Beautiful Fall Peace and Good


few days ago an event occurred that pass completely unnoticed in the world but had great and shocking consequences in the Cenacle of The Recova. This is nothing more and nothing less than the credit for the discovery of Pharaoh Netherotep, called "The Beautiful and the good" by two archaeologists in the distant Belgranense Abydos, Egypt clear.

As is known to all our readers, Belgraniano Association of Mummies and Tombs (ABMT) is not just an excuse to pay homage to old local families. At its heart lies a secret revealed: it is a society that seeks to old Egyptian dynasties lost, as the case of the thirteenth with this king. And why this strange occurrence? Has a logical explanation, rational and well founded, but we do not know ... It is a mystery. And even more when its members virtually know nothing of history, less than hieroglyphics and Coptic language. Just so you know, has transcended the Cenacle, which have a colorful sheet of the late magazine little glasses that would date back to the 40's stuck in the wall of their secret club. There on a graph displayed Neurus, Pucho and lanky Egyptian gogo dresses, displays the picture of the many and incomprehensible Egyptian dynasties. Whenever we discover a new tomb in the Valley of the Kings or the sacred island of Abydos or where That is, they take a marker and corrected the old laminate. But most disturbing is that they tend to anticipate and account for their whole dynasties have been rewritten, added hundreds of unknown kings have gradually come to light and also its remarkable predictions tend to be almost infallible. In the Upper Room

thought it was a diabolical plot, but a brief analysis to rule out the Clowns, Dwarfs and Navy Zin inclusive. The ABMT was alone, alone, alone. Neither the Vatican, KGB, CIA, or the Community Police had infiltrated agents and less directed the destinies of this mysterious foundation. Only once a tragic oversight, the Paraguayan maid to clean it had entered left the door open by mistake and had a look at the incredible chart to this point covered the entire site. Immediately the most cruel and terrible punishment fell like lightning on the unsuspecting Guarani was cast without recommendation. Frustrated

was in all the butcher shops and bakeries of the people who had ABMT sponsored by the Devil, who practiced horrible ceremonies in incomprehensible languages \u200b\u200band possibly even sacrifice children on the altar of an unholy god. This caused a great shock: the local Peronist wanted to join the ABMT (but rejected) and the Mayor got to say in the local channel due to attacks by the opposition, "the government items had not assigned or in any way sponsoring the ABMT, except for registration as a public good institution which exempts it from paying fees for lighting, sweeping and cleaning, collection and road network, as well as other associations with which neither local government kept doing more as the Boys Choir Club anarchists and evicted by Mal de Amores. "

But how this company was able to determine these things? The only clue is that in addition to existing walls covered with dynasties and names, many of them still undiscovered, was the prodigious amount of puzzles that were way beyond the coffee table and were scattered across the floor to form a queer several centimeters. Crosswords of all types and color, but always the "classic" style. Nothing claringrillas or bustofredones. In addition to the table with an ink pen (the kind that saliva is purple and indelible trace) in one corner an old 286 computer with a hard green phosphor monitor and a mere 2MB of RAM complete the chart described the lengthy Guarani in great detail at the request of the Cenacle in special session. By some secret algorithm of the old pájaras ABMT had developed a devilishly complex to unravel the forgotten history and complete a perfect skein. The old tart never reveal his secret, it was the only reason for their lives: spinning the wheel of fate. The secretary, the president and treasurer of the association members only by their age uncertain as for its beautiful characters, called The Fates: Clotho "Rodriguez," Lachesis "Gonzalez Riera and" Atropos "Aguirregoitia Unzue. As clarified by the Universal Encyclopedia of Belgrano in his only issue:

"They assigned each person a part of good and evil would carry with it, although bad could grow by the clumsy actions of each person. None of his decisions could be overturned, even by the gods themselves, whose fate also was marked by them. Clotho was the youngest and carried fabrics and yarns of all kinds and colors as varied as the destination type of the individual. Thus the silk and gold were for men whose fate was happiness while unfortunately came symbolized with wool and hemp. Lachesis was the one who moved the contraption in which they wrapped the threads that gave Clotho, while Atropos, the eldest, always ready to undertake, with very long scissors, cut the thread of life from whom he pleased, when and suddenly wanted to. "

And never second thought when I met the ABMT, no never transcended his dark statutes nor their women members were renewed or increased and always were known as widows or spinsters. A serious doubt and debate persists within the Cenacle Who are they? What is your secret strategy and function? Neferhotep "I" The beautiful and good, "King between 1696 and 1686 (before a priest of Abydos) was a great guy or a flower bastard?

Why Do People Masterbate



The day he left, the dark air
the beings who inhabit the earth
off his fatigues, and I,
just getting ready to wage war,
against the road and against suffering
that evoke unerringly my mind.
(Divine Comedy, song II)



When there is no longer anything to lose, one attains peace. So he was John E. after a painful marriage separation. Suddenly he realized that the success and failure of things depended not only on his will or his mistakes such as gender was an issue because there may be two of one, even in bed have two bodies, is a subtle form masturbation and self-deception. There is also the feelings of masturbation, especially concluded (inferred) with the wisdom that gives the tear. Juan E. life has started again, when you think you had reached the zenith, the highest point in fact was found at the nadir, the most opposite pole. Even in this regard had been a disappointment. His beloved astronomy had not been kind to him. After all, the difference lies in how we look at the center of the universe.

The first feeling was of anger, bitterness and the second now, just now when he had no say nor do anything by the remotest of chances of returning to feel the body in the dark and feel fulfilled when the two reached its climax, there, with the certainty of death in life and the impending separation from her that will be with their children to distant and unattainable for him on the spot knew that peace is achieved.

It is obvious that the only price you pay is death in life. Death is no hope. Death is not having nothing more to feel or nothing more to vomit, anger, love or pain. While walking, going to work and sometimes even a smile often, Juan E. is dead. Maybe that's the price of having lived. Update


He drinks his coffee desperately against the window that filters the backlight morning on a day of agony autumn. Grey Street, gray in his soul. Baby with the urgency of knowing that you do not know what to do after drinking. Emptiness trying to hurry filled the soul with the void he felt since he was born and now more than ever, it pierces your soul like an abyss into another. But now he wonders more like this. I have nothing but a single color of the rainbow, and that vision even masking their exhaustion and old age. Suddenly stop drinking coffee in the Violets and walk slowly down the avenue trees which exhibit their claws to the sky, without a leaf, gray and broken. Direct their steps towards the river and choose a point where fishermen always take out their prey. It threw and while the muddy water full sight and exhaust air from his lungs with joy that I always think hate to fishermen, and now, thanks to him, to stop fishing at that site. Update II


"Autumn is the effect of Belgranense" was the unanimous opinion of the Cenacle Recova, which as we know, cordially detest the Violets, the rival bar.