But you were, because the shock of discovery made me think and write it. In case some phallic is going to read it (which I do not think: as a rule, phallics do not read blogs unless they have one and then only read that), ACLARO:
In the same way as when I speak of Quito I'm not talking about the people and when I talk about blondes I'm not talking about blondes (that is, I demand from people who read this a certain capacity for criticism and association), if in this post I speak of the masculine form I am talking about men, only the horrible end that is reached thinking with the glans. Similarly, if I speak of the female form, I am talking about what, I hope, we all have inside and that leads some to Buddhism (and others to suicide). But when I say "men", sorry very much, I am, yes, talking about men.
Sorry boys, sometimes they can be disgusting people. And I'm a damn cynical bitter and frustrated, but I love you so much, that's why I chose weakness and I try to stay in it.
Without further ado, there goes:
Phenylethylamine: this means WAR
The female form has almost always been an incomprehensible mixture of strong and weak. Incomprehensible, but definitely beneficial, because women have not yet set to compare who has a bigger vagina to choose the one that commands. For this reason, I believe that if the feminine way of doing things predominates we would be much less and we would all have passed through school. We would not have reached the moon yet, yes. By the way, I do not think it necessary to say it: when I say "strong" I mean, in this case, to strength and not to force. The difference between strength and strength is the same as between a meteorite and a mountain. You do the math.More news: & raquo; Mariachi Conference reflections, part 1 Daniel Buckley Arts
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Oh, and when I say "weak" I mean that kind of weakness that dare not believe those who are strong: open arms, approaches slowly and calmly, not offers sharps that yes even a cup of tea and a good talk. In the long run, the confronted, it is supposed, opens the eyes to a whole series of reasons why peace is always the best idea. It is assumed. It supposes one.
Of course this collides with the phallic idea that important people are the ones who can "kick your ass" (to put it in the American language) and not people who are being kind and considered with you. Those have a smaller pee, that's why they are, it stands to reason.
Can you also combat the female form of acting? But of course, and in two ways also because each human being has the two schools of thought fighting within themselves. Faced with the female attitude, the boys are baffled and, according to the teachings of the phallic way, they close themselves to the dialogue (at this point I can only assume: I suppose they do this for fear and I also assume that this fear has its root in that non-aggression is suspect because they are not familiar as a tool for dialogue). Finally: confusion, defensive posture, communication channels are closed, an imaginary is built on the opposite sex that includes colorful myths related to the ritual of mating of the praying mantis. Women are in the world with two purposes: ONE, to take possession of you and, if you let them, take total control of your life to make it what they want (this is a low blow for most men, because they think that parapetar itself is considered a life), DOS, emascularte, ruin you in front of your friends, suck your blood, consume your soul and become ... (chills) ... gay.
Feminine: reasoning instead of folly ends up being more effective when resentment is about. This is sad, no matter how you look at it. Sooner or later the power of words was discovered by scholars and disciples of the phallic path and here comes the belief, rather rooted, that women are manipulative, vengeful and want nothing more than to destroy every man who crosses by his path. Or three miles from your way, it does not matter. Vade retro! If I were a pretty stupid woman and I did not care to burden my life in the name of resentment, I would have already used this masculine belief as its very nature: power. I suppose, by the way, if you play with those rules, you can sow terror all you want. That if you like to sow the terror, I have always preferred a good reading.
And personally I am on the side of weakness. In large part because I know that my experience is equal to nothing and observation and learning are the most useful in these cases, but more than anything because I believe, with every cell of my body, that is the best way. Although sometimes my patience runs out and I feel overwhelmed by the desire to walk the phallic path, armed with an ax, and the only thing that stops me is the statistical evidence: Throughout history, no attempt to reason with a person opening a gap in the skull and screaming through the hole your reasons have been successful.
No more, no? Next with patience and open hands. Millimeter to millimeter. In a thousand years, we can not but win.