“Os neopentecostais têm um projeto imperialista de supremacia política, baseada em um modelo de valorização dos países do hemisfério norte. Não é à toa que eles chutam a santa ou associam imagens de centros umbandistas a ‘endemoniados’. Há um projeto de aniquilação religiosa no Brasil,”—
“É melhor viver cego à destruição e violência intrínsecas à pecuária e pesca e curtir carnes cheinhas de gordura saturada, colesterol e produtos químicos sinistros do que viver uma vida saudável, longeva, espiritualmente pacífica e cercada de delícias vegetais que ao mesmo tempo viciam (no bom sentido) e dão saúde.”—Mais um cérebro de couve-flor que não leu o artigo onde se mostra que o plantio de soja TAMBÉM causa danos ao ambiente. Ou não leu sobre o uso de agrotóxicos e outros produtos químicos utilizados para deixar sua graminha mais saborosa. Ou as notícias de veganos que matam ou praticam alguma forma de terrorismo…ah é, é pela “causa”, então está liberado…hello? cadê a moral e a ética?
Like any diet, you need to decide how much of each one to consume. Meal frequency is also something that has to be discussed. So many people eat only a few times per day. I even know people who eat one meal a day, and that is it. Luckily, they are not bodybuilders. You will find greater results if you consume 6-10 meals per day, with each meal containing a smaller quantity of food. I know 10 sounds extreme but that is what I was doing when I had some of my best results. I think 6-8 is probably the most realistic and most beneficial. When you eat the smaller meals, make sure they all consist of proteins, carbohydrates and water.
I am intoxication I am their poison I am the pusher pedding my ass on the corner Calling to them Hey man - do you party? You want a taste of this? I got the good shit here. Come on.
And they do.
I dance, calling to them Gyration of hips saying more than any words and the words I say are just music, lips dancing seductive phrases. I invite them in, laughing, smiling, promising. Come in.
And they do.
Their eyes on my body become hands on my flesh. Grabbing, panting, hungry for more than simple release. Their body speaks to my body desperate longing starvation alienation shame, fear, hate.
My body speaks back, fulfillment, abundance connection acceptance lovelustdesirefire Yes yes honey, you are sick and twisted and broken and wrong and oh boy do you make me hot Come, share some of that pain with me. Come on. Come in. Come for me.
And they do.
Then there is you. You who never come to me. You who my mind is never free from. I call to you. I am irresistable. I hurl my seduction at you, my invitation, my weapon, my one power, power which overwhelms any man power which you catch in your palm and you smile.
"You think I play your game, my little girl?" You ask, laughing. "You think you can play me, my sweet one?" "You forget, it is my game you play. The game I taught to you, so long ago, when you were new.”
And so, I come to you. You take what is yours. You use me, and I am yours to be used.
And you love me. You make love to me. You make me love. You make me.
You take me.
Not my carefully packaged gifts given to tricks to sooth their hurt given to tricks who are desperate for a taste. You take, by force, by right because I am yours.
You don’t want a taste of love but a bellyfull of raw flesh, a sacrifice which begs to be taken. Take me. Take what I long to give. Take as much as you can, which is more than I can offer but never as much as you want because you can never be sated because it is never enough but still I beg please please take me.