“Snuses show that I am a man of blood and bone.”
-Nawrocka's.
I imagined Mr. Charles marching along with his advisor, Beata Kempy, babbling with himself on his level, until abruptly the alleged president leaves his pants with his pants and discreetly covering the eye application between the muscles of the sphincter of his usual dream (this time in the form of a suppository), and then drawing up a smooth cut runs towards Beata, who, with his light remarks about the president, goes on without slowing down or noticing anything.
I wonder if there is something disgusting that Poles cannot normalize. Drunk in the Seym, copulango as part of the nomen omen of subordinate-superior relations, paying visits to social agencies with state money, political corruption, lying to political rivals with the Sejm speaker, fascist slogans, racism and chauvinism, Nazism and Putinism, pedophilia. I must admit that with prison tics and a deficiency of control over the intake of addictive substances “Man of blood and bone”, it does not seem to me any peculiar phenomenon on this basis, and yet it makes me sick erstwhile I think about who sits in the Namestnikowski Palace.
In fresh times I have been reasoning about what caused Poles not to disturb specified embarrassing stories. Long ago, I stopped imagining that reading had a bearing on it. More so, what people have done in place of reading literature. due to the fact that if the leading themes of fresh days in an opinion-making portal become information that Kaczyński's neighbors are doing renovations at home, and Zenk Martyniuk's boy has again made flocks intoxicated, that may be the reason. People don’t even buy newspapers anymore (although they are electronic). All that matters is what's quick, short and free. Yes, I think pathological greed and intellectual convenience have their part in this, and if we cut the transmission to a minimum (and no, it's not about forms specified as frack, limerick, or haiku), let's not be amazed that such, for example, human resources appear in circulation:
I don't know why the woman in the image above thinks that I want to disturb her calmness, and I'm actually doing a large occupation without her company, but these things are going online now, so I'm going to get into the trend, so let me take advantage of the collective mind-blowing. I gave a catchy title, I gave a weird picture, it should be fine.
Lately, I think I'm a bit of an escapeee, watching my wife's fresh movies completely young. present we were delighted with Roy Hill's “Stock” and earlier with Woody Allen's “Manhatan” and we besides got into the player “Flying for flies” by Andrzej Wajda and “Good-bye, until tomorrow” by Janusz Morgenstern, “Master” by Paul Thomas Anderson, “Missing Highway” by David Lynch, “Being Like John Malkovich” by Spike Jonze, “Sorry, Are They Beating Here” by Mark Piwowski... and I have this reflection: The limited method possibilities erstwhile forced various tricks on the creators, the message was full of thought abbreviations, metaphors, symbols, literary references, absurdity and grotesque were utilized to stimulate imagination. The creators were, of course, better or worse, but there was inactive quite a few fun to watch. That's why we like to go back to those old days. We'd most likely find something new, too, but we'd alternatively wait for the movie to fall off the front page. In addition, my wife runs distant in a book, I proceed to compose a feature communicative from the years of my youth and I can't get free of the intrusive thought that it's all much more valuable than the work of contemporary journalists (I won't mention politicians). It doesn't substance what happens to our class. Even if it's just and until talking to Dawn, it's gonna be a better time than tracking what's late being ripped into public space. I wonder if it's going to come to the conclusion that a widely understood publicist will come out of my interest as completely as a sports game, due to the fact that I see an analogy. Long-term investigating of the limits of my patience by offering me a product of a quality worse than the law provides for, causes me to gradually turn distant from this kind of amusement – I feel that it happens all the time, it is simply a process that is ongoing.
