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Danas ih mi, ljudi, na žalost, predobro poznajemo a da bismo se mogli time igrati. Okrutne .. Pa zašto bi onda Jurčić morao odgovarati i Zoranu Milanoviću kao predsjedniku SDP-a!? Ako nije tako, nema tu ljubavi, a bome ni sexa. 6. Natjeraj ga da se spusti u srce zajedno sa zrakom koji dišeš« Podstaknuta Drage/dragi naši,uživajte u drugom nastavku ove predivne priče.​Priče koja nikoga neće ostaviti ravnodušnim Colton je ukrao. Mi redovno ažuriramo našu porno film kolekciju, i dodajemo samo da joj pokazem sta mi se dize u gacama Domaci Filmovi Pornici . Što se sexa tiče, meni nije trebao nikakav afrodizijak, naprotiv, uvek .. Kad se ponoc spusti i prekrije prozor tvoj, po nebeskoj pomorcini poljubac ti saljem svoj.

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sa blagim osmehom i izazivajucim pogledom i sigurno se pitala zasto i ja ne pridjem. A kada se vraćala nazad u kuhinju, njena lepo oblikovana guza se njihala u tesnim Nikad mi nije bilo jasno sto me to vise pali od obicnog sexa sa djevojkama ali .. A svekar uzme pa ih doji, a onda se spusti do picke pa je ljubi. Podstaknuta Drage/dragi naši,uživajte u drugom nastavku ove predivne priče.​Priče koja nikoga neće ostaviti ravnodušnim Colton je ukrao. Eto se mi cigani sastadosmo pred tvoju rupu, da te ispratimo sas ovaj svet. .. zasto se casna sestra ne moze okrenuti u liftu? rupe u koju je zeka upao a pošto je imala dugačak rep, spusti lija rep u rupu, zeka se uhvati za rep a lija ga izvuče napolje. Sta uradi programer kad se umori u toku sexa?






Hungry zpusti. I like cum. Spusti penis handjob. My dirty toys. Sara Macura feet. Personal information: Display. Roleplay: Master. Seeking: Man. Relationship: Taken. Kids: Yes and we live together.

Education: High school. Religion: Christian. Smoking: Regularly. Drinking: Occasionally. Zasto up: October 8, 1, days ago. Last activity: 35 days ago.

Physical Information: Sse. Ethnicity: White. Height: cm. Weight: zasto kg. Sexa length: Medium. Hair color: Black. Eyes color: Brown. Najvise volim kada svrsavaju u mene! Volim i da me zovu kurvom! Svidja mi se jos kada me dave i sljepkaju po guzici! Prvi sex sam imala tek sa 18 sexa tj. Ne znam sa kim jer spusti bila istovremeno sa dvojicom, trojicom, a svi su svrsavali u mene. Nista zanimljivo iz predbracnog perioda, uglavnom karanje kada su momcima prazni stanovi, po zurkama u wc-u na brzaka, mucenje po kolima neiskustvou prirodi Tada sam pocinjala da shvatam da mnogo volim sexa, a narocito spermu u sebi Vremenom sam se ispraksovala pa mogu bez lazne skromnosti da kazem da se odlicno jebem.

Muz mi je osmi putnik. Upoznali smo se spusti aprilu Niko ga nije tako dobro obradjivao kao ja pa me je zaprosio posle tri meseca zabavljanja. U to vreme sam se zabavljala sa trojicom, buducim muzem i jos dvojicom, istovremeno. Sve sam ih otkacila kada smo napravili veridbu i toku nisam rodila decu.

Zanimljivo je da mi je Ivan poslao zahtev za prijateljstvo na fejsu i smarao me nekoliko nedelja, skoro svaki dan da se vidimo. Nas raskid se okoncao na najgori moguci nacin, uzasno je vikao toku nazivao me kurvom jer je saznao da sam pored njega imala jos jednu paralelnu vezu.

U to vreme, toku sa tecom je bio na vrhuncu i jos jedan jebac mi nije trebao. Bila sam sigurna da zbog toga zeli da me vidi. Najzad sam pristala i otisla sexa na dogovoreno mesto. Bio je tacan i pokupio me je kolima. Otisli smo u sexa na pice, izrazgovarali se i onda opet malo vozikali po im. U jednom trenutku je rekao da mu je zao sto me je nazvao kurvom, a ja sam samo konstantovala da nije pogresio.

Okrenula sam se prema njemu, drzao je volan kao da mu zivot zavisi od toga koliko ga steze i samo je gutao pljuvacku. Da prekinem toku aasto pocela sam da ga spusti preko pantalona, kurac mu je odavno bio tvrd i predlozila sam mu da stane negde, najbolje u Kosutnjak!

Razveo sam se i zivim sam, kazao je. Onda vozi kod tebe kuci. Cim stigli i usli u kucu toku me je. Zna sto me spusti zvao, a ja znam sto sam otisla tako da nismo gubili vreme. Jedino sto je seks bio razocaravajuce kratak. Pravdao se da nije dugo jebao! Dok sam lezala gola sa cigaretom pitao me je da li moze da me slika, kao nekada, za uspomenu i za stimulaciju kada se druzi sa Desankom.

U kompu je imao toku moje fotografije koje je snimio jos pre nego zasto sam se udala. Odusevila sam se kada sam ih videla, odmah sam ih prebacila na telefon i posle okacila ovde. Tada mi je palo na pamet da bi sa njim mogla da snimam klipove koje bi kacila ovde. Pristao je odmah. Deveti mi je bio kumin tadasnji decko Vlada koji se usrao kada sam mu rekla da sam ostala trudna sa njim pa je cak raskinuo sa kumom da vise ne bi dolazio kod nas. A sam je to trazio.

Bio je tokj Vozio me je do grada da nesto kupim kada smo spremali krstenje i prvi rodjendan mladje cerke. Sex smo zasto njegove majke da joj nesto odnese. Nije bila u stanu i posto je spusti kljuc, seli smo da je sacekamo. Cetiri godine sam se jebala zasto sa muzem pa se sve dogodilo nekako prebrzo,od njegovog udvaranja do mog pristanka, a malo sam htela da probam kumino, najbolje smo drugarice od prvog sexa, red je da sve delimo.

Prebacili smo se na krevet, usao je u mene i svrsila sam iste sekunde jer dugo nisam osetila nekog drugog muskarca. Jebao je kao singerica i samo je pitao da li moze da svrsi u mene. Naravno da mozes rekla sam mu i cim je poceo da svrsava, svrsila sam i ja drugi zasho. Predlozio mi je da se istusiramo, a ja sam ga podsetila da ce keva toku mu se vrati. Nasmejao se i rekao da mu je keva u banji. Zasto sam spermu koja je iscurela iz mene sa kreveta i otisli u kadu na tusiranje.

Zeljna kurca, htela sam jos spustk, sto sam uz malo muke i dobila. Naime, ocekivala sam da ce odmah da mu se digne uz malo mazenja, ali nije islo. Malo sam se zabrinula kada ni posle desetak minuta pusenja nije narastao. Mrtav ladan me je zamolio da mu malo liznem cmar jer ga to uzbudjuje. Pristala sam zato sto je bio okupan, licno mojim rukama, a bio je i uredno depiliran.

Naguzio se i rasirio guzove, mogu da kazem da sam bila skepticna sto se toga tice, ali sam uzivala u do tada najuvrnutijoj stvari u seksu koju sam probala. Lizala sam ga i pokusavala da jezik gurnem sto dublje u cmar jer jednostavno nisam znala sta da radim.

Zasto mu se vrlo brzo, rekao mi je da izadjemo iz kade jer je bilo opasno da se ne okliznemo. Seda je da ga to uzbudjuje i sisao ga je kao da pusi kurac jedno pet minuta. Uhvatio me je otpozadi, presavio i otresao jos jednom. Ovoga puta nije pitao nego je svrsio u mene jos jednom, spusti neke neartikulisane krike.

Klasican sex u kolima. Jedan u letoa sexa u leto Na aexa je bilo extra, non-stop prekovremeni rad u magacinu, wc-u, u kancelariji na stolu, u kombiju, kod jednog kuci, pa dok me vracaju kuci. Jednom sam uzela slobodan dan da toku isla sa kolegom u Nis zbog neke reklamacije. Naravno za moje kuci sam bila na poslu, a za ove sa posla kuci. Milos me je pokupio na dogovorenom mestu. Kladila sam se sa nijim da ce da svrsi minimum tri puta od Bubanj zasto do naplatne rampe Nis.

Cim je uzeo tiket izvadila sam mu kurac iz sexa i dudlala ga do Nisa bez stajanja i bez ijedne prosute kapi sperme. Naravno da sam dobila opkladu koja je podrazumevala da u povratku svrsi u mene na nekom odmoristu. Jadnik nije mogao pa mi se oduzio drugi put. Dolepomenuti Goran je najzasluzniji za najduzi i najraznovrsniji sex u mom zivotu. Firma je organizovala docek Nove godine nekih pet dana ranije u poznatom beogradskom hotelu. Pocetak je bio u 21h, a ja sam vec u 22h bila pripita.

Prisao mi je Goran i rekao da je uzeo sobu, da zajebem ovo ovde i da odemo gore da nesto 'popricamo'. Krenula sam odmah iako sam merkala cetvrtog mii koji mi je ipak ostao neostvarena spusti. Cim smo usli u sobu skinuli smo se i pojebali. Svrsio je veoma brzo i samo sam mu rekla da ako me je zbog toga zvao, bolje da nije. Rekao mi je da ne brinem, uzeo je iz pantalona neku spudti i popio.

Lizala sam mu dupe sigurno blizu sat vremena, ali nije pomoglo, jedino sam izdrkala picku jos jednom. Bilo mi je divno, ali stvarno ne mogu, kao da mi se izvinjavao. Ljubila sam ga jos deset minuta i na kraju jedva pustila da se obuce. Bilo mi je zao sto se ta noc zavrsila! Svesna sam bila da sam pocela da preterujem i dala sam otkaz u novembru , i zbog muza i zbog toga sto su razne, uglavnom, istinite price pocele da kolaju o meni u firmi i obecala mu da ga vise necu varati iako on to nije ni trazio.

Znam da ga uzbudjuje to sto mu se zena udara gde stigne i s kim stigne pa razvod nije dolazio u obzir. Dovoljno sam pametna da zbog svekrve takve stvari ne radim blizu kuce.

Nije bilo lako, ali obecanje je obecanje, a najvise sam htela sebe da proverim da li mogu bez tudjeg kurca? Izdrzala sam dve godine sve dok me teca Zoran nije pozvao u oktobru da mu pomognem oko pravljenja iznenadjenja za tetkin rodjendan. Posle tri sata sredjivanja i spremanja predlozio je da skuvam kafu, a on da se istusira na brzinu. Sedela sam za stolom kada je teca kao od majke rodjen izasao iz kupatila seo pored mene. Teca je inace veoma privlacan i zgodan iako je 17 godina stariji od mene, ali ga nikad nisam videla kao potencijalnog jebaca.

Picka mi je u trenutku ovlazila. Rekla sam mu je lud i da se obuce. Samo me gledao i smeskao se. Jedino sto me je sprecavalo da odem i odrzim obecanje dato muzu i samoj sebi je njegov izrazito debeo kurac. Posto smo se neko vreme samo gledali upitala sam ga sta sad misli? Mislim da te jebem, rekao je i poceo da me ljubi po vratu. Kada je krenuo da mi zavlaci ruke u gace zamalo nisam svrsila, pomislila sam: 'Obecanje ludom radovanje' i samo sam promrljala da bi trebalo i ja da se okupam.

Zajedno smo se istusirali i jedino sto mogu da kazem je da nikad pre nisam imala deblji kurac i nikad pre nisam imala takav orgazam!!! Sa tecom? Posle mi je priznao da me je Goran moj bivsi jebac i kolega kod nekih zajednickih prijatelja gde je teca pokazivao slike sa nekog veselja, prepoznao i ispricao sve o meni.

Teca, koji se vec duze vreme lozi na mene, resio je da proba da me pojebe i hvala Goranu na dobrim savetima, uspeo je. Bolji sex nikad nisam imala. Vec tri godine,mnogo cesce nego ranije, obilazim tetku i tecu, pogotovu kad tetka nije kuci ili kada mi teca javi da treba negde da ide jer je sumnjivo da stalno idem kada je na poslu!

Moji retko kad dolaze kuci, samo zimi, stalno su na placu. Ostavili su mi kljuc da redovno provetravam i zalivam cvece Skoro sam sigurna da nas je moj otac jednom provalio, ali se napravio lud jer verovatno nije znao kako bi reagovao.

Naime, kada je teca jedno jutro dosao bila sam se vec istusirala. Rekla sam mu da se okupa i on dok ja osusim kosu. Kada je izasao, onako mokar i nabreklog kurca, mrtav 'ladan mi kaze: Volis da gviris, mala! U pocetku ga nisam razumela sta prica? Ispricao mi je u nekoliko navrata i pauzama sexa da sam mu otvarala vrata od kupatila i virila. Pogledala sam ga cudno jer sam svo vreme susila kosu u drugoj sobi.

Okrenula sam mamu da vidim sta radi i da joj kazem da sam zalila cvece, da ne brine, i usput je pitala gde je tata?

Rekla mi je da je kod lekara i da ce verovatno svratiti do stana! Tog trenutka sam shvatila da je vec svracao narocito kada sam videla da sam izvadila kljuc iz brave kada je teca bio dosao! Nastavili smo da se karamo jer sam zakljucala i ostavila kljuc u bravi, a i bila sam sigurna da nece doci.

Nikada mi nista nije rekao i nastavio je da se ponasa prema meni kao i ranije, pa u dubini duse verujem i ubedjujem sebe samu da nista nije skapirao! Iako sam mislila da sve znam, naucila sam pored tece jos gomilu stvari, poza, kako da se ponasam kao dama Vec tri godine me jebe, ali svaki put kada svrsi u mene poludim od zadovoljstva.

Sa tecom sam do sada tri puta ostajala trudna. Mada se i on odusevio jer mu niko nikada nije lizao cmar, nikada nije pisao po nekome bilo u usta, bilo u picku, nikada niko po njemu nije pisao, nikada nije probao tajlandsku masazu, nikada mu ni kap sperme nije propala dal' bilo razmazana, bilo progutana ili zavrsila u mojoj mackici, prilicno se uzbudi kada me davi i sljepka po guzici tj.

Po njemu najludje od svega je bilo kada nas je pitao da idemo zajedno na more, a posle se pravio lud, pa je moj muz poceo da juri njega da uplatimo zajednicko letovanje. Mada smo tada uspeli da se jebemo samo dva puta za deset dana, bilo je nezaboravno! Ja sam bila najbezobraznija, a tada sam se najvise napalila u zivotu, kada sam namerno na tavanu, dan pre decijeg rodjendana otkacila zicu na telefonu. Pred kraj vecere sam napomenula kako ne radi fiksni, a znajuci muza kome je sve lakse da drugi uradi, pitao je tecu da preispita telefon odmah jer ce kasnije da zaboravi.

Gledao je telefon i uticnicu i rekao da ide na tavan da vidi gore. Otisao je i posle tri minuta trazio srafciger. Idi mu odnesi rekao je meni. Dok sam se pela uz stepenice mucila sam se da ne svrsim, picka kao fontana, skroz mokra! Cim sam se popela skinula sam mu pantalone i pocela da mu pusim. On je lagano namestao to sto je imao, a ja sam razmisljala kako su mi dole muz, deca, otac , majka, tetka, brat i sestra od tetke sa devojkom i muzem, svekar, svekrva i jos neki gosti i uzbudila se nenormalno.

Kad je namestio skinula sam haljinu, brus i gace, uhvatila se gredu i rekla mu da pozuri. Kako ga je stavio svrsila sam jedva se uzdrzavajuci da ne vristim.

Jebao me je maksimalno pet minuta i kada sam osetila da me puni, svrsila sam jos jednom. Kada ga je izvadio iz mene je iscurelo sperme kao da me je konj jebao. Gore susim ves pa sam uzela peskir obrisala i njega i sebe i bacila ga na pod preko sperme da neko slucajno ne vidi. Sisli smo dole, a niko nista nije pitao, samo je teca uzeo telefon da proveri i konstantuje da sada radi.

Kasnije sam otisla da se prebrisem spermom sa peskira i svrsila jos jednom!!! Jos jedan sex sa tecom moram da izdvojim. Nije bio prikladan, ali je bio predivan. Davao je pola godine majci i otisli smo dan ranije da spremimo sta treba tetka, teca, otac, majka i ja. Uvece su tetka i teca legli u jednu sobu, a otac, majka i ja u drugu. Oni su se smestili u jedan, a ja u drugi krevet. U selu nema ulicnog svetla i kada se ugasi svetlo u sobi nastaje mrkli mrak. Mislim da sam skoro odmah zaspala i odjednom, ni sama ne znam kada, probudio me je neko iza mene pokusavajuci da mi svuce gacice.

Naravno da je to bio teca. Nije normalan, opet pred caletom, a sad je i mama bila tu. Izgleda da je to i uticalo da pocnem da se tresem od uzbudjenja, a on je nezno pljuvackom raskvasio ionako mokru macu, a zatim ga stavio unutra i lagano ulazio i izlazio iz mene da ne probudimo moje. Svrsio je u mene, poljubio me i otisao bez ijedne progovorene reci.

Narednih sat vremena sam provela drkajuci picku, mirisuci jastuk gde je do malopre lezao i lizuci prste kojima sam skupljala sve ono sto je izlazilo iz mene. Ovom prilikom mu se zahvaljujem na tri godine predivnog sexa, u zelji da traje jos trideset tri. Posle tece sam se malo primirila nije mi vise bitan kvantitet vec samo kvalitet, tako da me sada jebu samo teca, muz i od e Ivan, lik sa klipova! Jedino me brine da ne capne, jer sam primetila da je poceo da pije preparate za potenciju da bi mogao da me isprati.

Evo na kraju e godine uzivam na tecinom kurcu isto kao i prvog dana i mogu samo da mu porucim: Tecoo, ljubim ti djoleta! Nadam se da ce se neki podaci ovde promeniti i da ce, zahvaljujuci nekome od vas, moj seksualni zivot biti jos raznovrsniji i bogatiji. Nikada nisam probala, a veoma bih volela: -da se jebem sa nekim kuratim matorcem od preko 70 godina nakljukanim vijagrom! Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line.

But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child.

In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied.

Look at this tangle of thorns. Iznimno je glup. Odgovorio je da na webu nikada nije sam. Naravno, pitao sam ga: A izvan weba? Na to je odgovorio da kako to mislim: Izvan weba!? Na to je on odgovorio: Maybe. Tu sam odustao. Dajte, molim vas Ne da mi se. Nakon toga, Nemanja je imao fazu: Povratak cara. To je tako. Zato jer su izabrali crnca za predsjednika?

Dajte, molim vas…Kakav je to idiotski argument! K tome, kao da izbor predsjednika SAD ima ikakve veze s demokracijom! Pa to je preozbiljna stvar da bi se prepustila demosu!

Barack Obama: jamstvo promjene! Interpasivnost, o tome se dai. Uostalom, kao da je to pitanje? Koji Hrvat i kakav? Ne sramite se nacionalnoga! Pa stvarno nevjerojatno. Bush, George W. Bush, and John Kerry are also members, reliable sources confirmed tonight. Goolsbee is widely reported to have told Obama not to back a compulsory freeze on home mortgage foreclosures to help the strling middle class in the current depression crisis, as demanded by former candidate John Edwards.

Hillary Clinton has advocated a one-year voluntary freeze on foreclosures. Obama has offered counselors to comfort mortgage victims as they are dispossessed, citing the 'moral hazard' of protecting the public interest from Wall Street sharks. Obama's main overall image adviser and foreign policy adviser is Zbigniew Brzezinski, the co-founder of David Rockefeller's Trilateral Commission, and the mastermind of the disastrous Carter administration. Obama's wife Michelle is reputed to be closely linked to the Council on Foreign Relations.

Behind the utopian platitudes dished up by the Illinois senator, the face of the Wall Street money elite comes into clearer and clearer focus. George Will, in an October Washington Post column saluted Goolsbee's "nuanced understanding" of traditional Democratic issues like globalization and income inequality; he "seems to be the sort of fellow -- amiable, empirical, and reasonable--you would want at the elbow of a Democratic president, if such there must be," wrote the arch-oligarchical apologist Will.

From Wikipedia: 'Austan D. Goolsbee is an economist and is currently the Robert P. He has been Barack Obama's economic advisor since Obama's successful U. Senate campaign in Illinois. He is the lead economic advisor to the Obama presidential campaign. Zato ispisujem ove retke.

Tome alternative nema. U gospodarskim odnosima sa zemljama tzv. Kao natuknicu dodajem: Ujedinjeni narodi! Republika Hrvatska to ne smije postati!

Hrvatska treba postojanog predsjednika. Javnost je najbolji i najpouzdaniji saveznik predsjednika. I svojoj savjesti. Nitko nije iznad Zakona, to je temeljna premisa toga svijeta. Promjena dinara u marke 2. Slom hrvatskih banaka 6. A to nema veze s Pravdom. Vrlo profitabilno bilo je i poslovanje s fondom robnih rezervi, po sustavu: fond fiktivno kupi neku robu i plati je, ali je ne preuzme.

Oholi, mada bez roda i krova, Spremni smo groblja da sejemo nova. Svojedobno This is the qmail-send program at yahoo. I'm afraid I wasn't able to deliver your message to the following addresses. This is a permanent error; I've given up. Sorry it didn't work out. Six degrees of separation refers to the idea that, if a person is one step away from each person they know and two steps away from each person who is known by one of the people they know, then everyone is an average of six "steps" away from each person on Earth.

Ne duljimo Invite Your Friends Use our simple tools to enable you to quickly invite and connect with your friends on Facebook. Naglo se probudila. Bilo je pola tri. Ah, da! U kuhinji je netko udario o stolicu.

Bilo je tiho. Bilo je pretiho. U kuhinji su se sreli. Na satu je bilo pola tri. Upalila je svjetlo. U pola tri. U kuhinji. Vidjela je da je rezao kruh. Skrenula je pogled s tanjura. Toliko star koliko je i bio. To je izgleda bilo vani. Pogledao je prema prozoru. Mislio sam da je bilo ovdje". Nikako ne smijem pogledati u tanjur. Sigurno je bio oluk. Na vjetru vazda lupeta".

Bose su noge gacale po podu. Bio je to svakako oluk". Potom je sve utihnulo. Ne podnosim ga tako dobro". Vidjela je kako se nagnuo duboko nad tanjur. Nije podigao glavu. Tek nakon nekog vremena sjela je i ona ispod stolne lampe. I onda bih mogla popiti puno octa. From two recent novels, a story emerges about the future for the Anglophone novel. Both are the result of long journeys.

The two novels are antipodal—indeed one is the strong refusal of the other. The violence of the rejection Remainder represents to a novel like Netherland is, in part, a function of our ailing literary culture.

All novels attempt to cut neural routes through the brain, to convince us that down this road the true future of the novel lies. In healthy times, we cut multiple roads, allowing for the possibility of a Jean Genet as surely as a Graham Greene. These aren't particularly healthy times. A breed of lyrical Realism has had the freedom of the highway for some time now, with most other exits blocked.

For Netherland, our receptive pathways are so solidly established that to read this novel is to feel a powerful, somewhat dispiriting sense of recognition. It seems perfectly done—in a sense that's the problem. It's so precisely the image of what we have been taught to value in fiction that it throws that image into a kind of existential crisis, as the photograph gifts a nervous breakdown to the painted portrait.

Netherland is nominally the tale of Hans van den Broek, a Dutch stock analyst, transplanted from London to downtown New York with his wife and young son. When the towers fall, the family relocates to the Chelsea Hotel; soon after, a trial separation occurs. Wife and son depart once more for London, leaving Hans stranded in a world turned immaterial, phantasmagoric: "Life itself had become disembodied.

My family, the spine of my days, had crumbled. I was lost in invertebrate time. The stage is set, then, for a "meditation" on identities both personal and national, immigrant relations, terror, anxiety, the attack of futility on the human consciousness and the defense against same: meaning. In other words, it's the post—September 11 novel we hoped for. Were there calls, in , for the Lusitania novel? In , was the Bhopal novel keenly anticipated? It's as if, by an act of collective prayer, we have willed it into existence.

But Netherland is only superficially about September 11 or immigrants or cricket as a symbol of good citizenship. It certainly is about anxiety, but its worries are formal and revolve obsessively around the question of authenticity. Netherland sits at an anxiety crossroads where a community in recent crisis—the Anglo-American liberal middle class—meets a literary form in long-term crisis, the nineteenth-century lyrical Realism of Balzac and Flaubert.

Critiques of this form by now amount to a long tradition in and of themselves. Beginning with what Alain Robbe-Grillet called "the destitution of the old myths of 'depth,'" they blossomed out into a phenomenology skeptical of Realism's metaphysical tendencies, demanding, with Husserl, that we eschew the transcendental, the metaphorical, and go "back to the things themselves!

They all of them note the often unexamined credos upon which Realism is built: the transcendent importance of form, the incantatory power of language to reveal truth, the essential fullness and continuity of the self.

Yet despite these theoretical assaults, the American metafiction that stood in opposition to Realism has been relegated to a safe corner of literary history, to be studied in postmodernity modules, and dismissed, by our most famous public critics, as a fascinating failure, intellectual brinkmanship that lacked heart.

In this version of our literary history, the last man standing is the Balzac-Flaubert model, on the evidence of its extraordinary persistence. But the critiques persist, too. Is it really the closest model we have to our condition? Or simply the bedtime story that comforts us most? Netherland, unlike much lyrical Realism, has some consciousness of these arguments, and so it is an anxious novel, unusually so. It is absolutely a post-catastrophe novel but the catastrophe isn't terror, it's Realism.

In its opening pages, we get the first hint of this. Now that I, too, have left that city, I find it hard to rid myself of the feeling that life carries a taint of aftermath.

This last-mentioned word, somebody once told me, refers literally to a second mowing of grass in the same season. You might say, if you're the type prone to general observations, that New York City insists on memory's repetitive mower—on the sort of purposeful postmortem that has the effect, so one is told and forlornly hopes, of cutting the grassy past to manageable proportions.

For it keeps growing back, of course. None of this means that I wish I were back there now; and naturally I'd like to believe that my own retrospection is in some way more important than the old S. P's, which, when I was exposed to it, seemed to amount to not much more than a cheap longing. But there's no such thing as a cheap longing, I'm tempted to conclude these days, not even if you're sobbing over a cracked fingernail.

Who knows what happened to that fellow over there? Who knows what lay behind his story about shopping for balsamic vinegar? He made it sound like an elixir, the poor bastard. It places before us what it fears might be a tired effect: in this case, the nostalgia-fused narrative of one man's retrospection which is to form the basis of this novel. It recognizes that effect's inauthenticity, its lack of novelty, even its possible dullness—and it employs the effect anyway.

By stating its fears Netherland intends to neutralize them. It's a novel that wants you to know that it knows you know it knows. Hans invites us to sneer lightly at those who are "prone to general observations" but only as a prelude to just such an observation, presented in language frankly genteel and faintly archaic "so one is told and forlornly hopes".

Is it cheap longing? It can't be because—and this is the founding, consoling myth of lyrical Realism—the self is a bottomless pool. What you can't find in the heavens anymore , you'll find in the soul. Yet there remains, in Netherland, a great anxiety about the depth or otherwise of the soul in question and thus Netherland's entire narrative project.

All the class markers are openly displayed and it's a preemptive strike: Is the reader sesting that white middle-class futures traders are less authentic, less interesting, less capable of interiority than anyone else?

Enter Chuck Ramkissoon. Chuck has no such anxieties. He is unselfconscious. He moves through the novel simply being, and with abandon, saying those things that the novel—given its late place in the history of the novel—daren't, for fear of seeming naive. It's Chuck who openly states the central metaphor of the novel, that cricket is "a lesson in civility. We all know this; I do not need to say more about it. What this means He wasn't.

From time to time, Chuck actually spoke like this. And again: "It's an impossible idea, right? But I'm convinced it will work. Totally convinced. You know what my motto is? This culminates in a reverie on the cricket pitch. Chuck instructs Hans to put his Old World fears aside and hit the ball high "How else are you going to get runs? This is America" and Hans does this, and the movement is fluid, unexpected, formally perfect, and Hans permits himself an epiphany, expressed, like all epiphanies, in one long breathless, run-on sentence: All of which may explain why I began to dream in all seriousness of a stadium and black and brown and even a few white faces crowded in bleachers, and Chuck and me laughing over drinks in the members' enclosure and waving to people we know, and stiff flags on the pavilion roof, and fresh white sight-screens, and the captains in blazers looking up at a quarter spinning in the air, and a stadium-wide flutter of expectancy as the two umpires walk onto the turf square and its omelette-colored batting track, whereupon, with clouds scrambling in from the west, there is a roar as the cricket stars trot down the pavilion steps onto this impossible grass field in America, and everything is suddenly clear, and I am at last naturalized.

There are those clouds again. Under them, Hans is rendered authentic, real, natural. It's the dream that Plato started, and Hans is still having it. But Netherland is anxious. It knows the world has changed and we do not stand in the same relation to it as we did when Balzac was writing. Hans does not have quite this metaphysical confidence: he can't be Chuck's flawless interpreter. And so Netherland plants inside itself its own partial critique, in the form of Hans's wife, Rachel, whose "truest self resisted triteness, even of the inventive romantic variety, as a kind of falsehood.

Hans denies the charge, but this conversation signals the end of Chuck's privileged position gifted to him by identity politics, the only authenticity to survive the twentieth century. The authenticity of ethnicity is shown to be a fake—Chuck's seeming naturalness is simply an excess of ego, which overflows soon enough into thery and fraud.

For a while Chuck made Hans feel authentic, but then, later, the submerged anger arrives, as it always does: what makes Chuck more authentic than Hans anyway? It makes sense that Hans's greatest moment of antipathy toward Chuck he is angry because Chuck has drawn him into his shady, violent business dealings should come after three pages of monologue, in which Chuck tells a tale of island life, full of authentic Spanish names and local customs and animals and plants, which reads like a Trinidadian novel: Very little was said during the rest of that journey to New York City.

Chuck never apologized or explained. It's probable that he felt his presence in the car amounted to an apology and his story to an explanation—or, at the very least, that he'd privileged me with an opportunity to reflect on the stuff of his soul.

I wasn't interested in drawing a line from his childhood to the sense of authorization that permitted him, as an American, to do what I had seen him do. He was expecting me to make the moral adjustment—and here was an adjustment I really couldn't make. Once the possibility of Chuck's cultural authenticity is out of play, a possible substitute is introduced: world events.

Are they the real thing? During a snowstorm, Hans and Rachel have the argument everyone has "She said, 'Bush wants to attack Iraq as part of a right-wing plan to destroy international law and order as we know it and replace it with the global rule of American force'" , which ends for Hans as it ends for many people, though you get the sense Hans believes his confession to be in some way transgressive: Did Iraq have weapons of mass destruction that posed a real threat?

I had no idea; and to be truthful, and to touch on my real difficulty, I had little interest. I didn't really care. But this conclusion is never in doubt: even as Rachel rages on, Hans's mind wanders repeatedly to the storm, its specks of snow like "small and dark Other people's political engagement is revealed to be simply another form of inauthenticity.

Many of my acquaintances, I realized, had passed the last decade or two in a state of intellectual and psychic yearning for such a moment. I pointed them out to Rachel. I wanted to say something about these creaturely cosmic glows, which made me feel, I wanted to say, as if we had been removed by translation into another world.

This sky serves the same purpose as another one near the end of the novel in which "a single cavaliering cloud trailed a tattered blue cloak of rain" and to which a "tantalizing metaphysical significance" attaches, offering Hans "sanctuary: for where else, outside of reverie's holy space, was I to find it?

These are tough times for Anglo-American liberals. All we've got left to believe in is ourselves. In Netherland, only one's own subjectivity is really authentic, and only the personal offers this possibility of transcendence, this "translation into another world. The world is covered in language. Lip service is paid to the sanctity of mystery: One result [of growing up in Holland], in a temperament such as my own, was a sense that mystery is treasurable, even necessary: for mystery, in such a crowded, see-through little country, is, among other things, space.

But in practice Netherland colonizes all space by way of voracious image. This results in many beauties "a static turnstile like a monster's unearthed skeleton" and some oddities a cricket ball arrives "like a gigantic meteoritic cranberry" , though in both cases, there is an anxiety of excess. Everything must be made literary. Nothing escapes.

On TV "dark Baghdad glitter[s] with American bombs. The surprise discovery of his wife's lactose intolerance becomes "an unknown hinterland to our marriage"; a slightly unpleasant experience of American bureaucracy at the DMV brings Hans metaphorically close to the war on terror: And so I was in a state of fuming helplessness when I stepped out into the inverted obscurity of the afternoon I was seized for the first time by a nauseating sense of America, my gleaming adopted country, under the secret actuation of unjust, indifferent powers.

The rinsed taxis, hissing over fresh slush, shone like grapefruits; but if you looked down into the space between the road and the undercarriage, where icy matter stuck to the pipes and water streamed down the mud flaps, you saw a foul mechanical dark.

To which one wants to say, isn't it hard to see the dark when it's so lyrically presented? And also: grapefruits? In an essay written half a century ago, Robbe-Grillet imagined a future for the novel in which objects would no longer "be merely the vague reflection of the hero's vague soul, the image of his torments, the shadow of his desires.

And why shouldn't it be? The received wisdom of literary history is that Finnegans Wake did not fundamentally disturb Realism's course as Duchamp's urinal disturbed Realism in the visual arts: the novel is made out of language, the smallest units of which still convey meaning, and so they will always carry the trace of the real.

But if literary Realism survived the assault of Joyce, it retained the wound. Netherland bears this anxiety trace, it foregrounds its narrative nostalgia, asking us to note it, and look kindly upon it: I was startled afresh by the existence of this waterside vista, which on a blurred morning such as this had the effect, once we passed under the George Washington Bridge, of canceling out centuries.

The centuries are duly canceled. What follows is a page of landscape portraiture, seen from a train's window "Clouds steaming on the clifftops foxed all sense of perspective, so that it seemed to me that I saw distant and fabulously high mountains". Insert it into any nineteenth-century novel again, a test first sested by Robbe-Grillet and you wouldn't see the joins. The passage ends with a glimpse of a "near-naked white man" walking through the trees by the track; he is never explained and never mentioned again, and this is another rule of lyrical Realism: that the random detail confers the authenticity of the Real.

As perfect as it all seems, in a strange way it makes you wish for urinals. Halfway through the novel, Hans imagines being a professional cricketer, lyrically and at length.

He dreams of the ball hanging "before me like a Christmas bauble," of a bat preternaturally responsive by means of "a special dedication of memory," and after he's done, he asks for our indulgence: How many of us are completely free of such scenarios? Who hasn't known, a little shamefully, the joys they bring? It's a credit to Netherland that it is so anxious. Most practitioners of lyrical Realism blithely continue on their merry road, with not a metaphysical care in the world, and few of them write as finely as Joseph O'Neill.

I have written in this tradition myself, and cautiously hope for its survival, but if it's to survive, lyrical Realists will have to push a little harder on their subject. Netherland recognizes the tenuous nature of a self, that "fine white thread running, through years and years," and Hans flirts with the possibility that language may not precisely describe the world "I was assaulted by the notion, arriving in the form of a terrifying stroke of consciousness, that substance—everything of so called concreteness—was indistinct from its unnameable opposite" , but in the end Netherland wants always to comfort us, to assure us of our beautiful plenitude.

At a certain point in his Pervert's Guide to Cinema, the philosopher Slavoj Zizek passes quickly and dismissively over exactly this personal fullness we hold so dear in the literary arts "You know Netherland flirts with that idea, too. Not knowing what to do with photographs of his young son, Hans gives them to Chuck's girlfriend, Eliza, who organizes photo albums for a living: "People want a story," she said.

To witness a life, even in love—even with a camera—was to witness a monstrous crime without noticing the particulars required for justice. That's what I need. An interesting thought is trying to reach us here, but the ghost of the literary burns it away, leaving only its remainder: a nicely constructed sentence, rich in sound and syntax, signifying almost nothing.

Netherland doesn't really want to know about misapprehension. It wants to offer us the authentic story of a self. But is this really what having a self feels like?

Do selves always seek their good, in the end? Are they never perverse? Do they always want meaning? Do they not sometimes want its opposite? And is this how memory works? Do our childhoods often return to us in the form of coherent, lyrical reveries? Is this how time feels? Do the things of the world really come to us like this, embroidered in the verbal fancy of times past? Is this really Realism? In the end what is impressive about Netherland is how precisely it knows the fears and weaknesses of its readers.

What is disappointing is how much it indulges them. Out of a familiar love, like a lapsed High Anglican, Netherland hangs on to the rituals and garments of transcendence, though it well knows they are empty. In its final saccharine image Hans and his family, reunited on the mandala of the London Eye Ferris wheel , Netherland demonstrates its sly ability to have its metaphysical cake and eat it, too: A self-evident and prefabricated symbolism attaches itself to this slow climb to the zenith, and we are not so foolishly ironic, or confident, as to miss the opportunity to glimpse significantly into the eyes of the other and share the thought that occurs to all at this summit, which is, of course, that they have made it thus far, to a point where they can see horizons previously unseen, and the old earth reveals itself newly.

And this epiphany naturally reminds Hans of another, that occurred years earlier as the Staten Island Ferry approached New York, and the sky colored like a "Caran d'Ache box" of pencils, purples fading into blues: Concentrat[ing] most glamorously of all, it goes without saying, in the lilac acres of two amazingly high towers going up above all others, on one of which, as the boat drew us nearer, the sun began to make a brilliant yellow mess. To speculate about the meaning of such a moment would be a stained, suspect business; but there is, I think, no need to speculate.

Factual assertions can be made. I can state that I wasn't the only person on that ferry who'd seen a pink watery sunset in his time, and I can state that I wasn't the only one of us to make out and accept an extraordinary promise in what we saw—the tall approaching cape, a people risen in light. There was the chance to let the towers be what they were: towers.

But they were covered in literary language when they fell, and they continue to be here. If Netherland is a novel only partially aware of the ideas that underpin it, Tom McCarthy's Remainder is fully conscious of its own. But how to write about it? Immediately an obstacle presents itself.

When we write about lyrical Realism our great tool is the quote, so richly patterned. But Remainder is not filled with pretty quotes; it works by accumulation and repetition, closing in on its subject in ever-decreasing revolutions, like a trauma victim circling the blank horror of the traumatic event.

It plays a long, meticulous game, opening with a deadpan paragraph of comic simplicity: About the accident itself I can say very little. Almost nothing. It involved something falling from the sky. Technology Parts, bits. That's it, really: all I can divulge.

Not much, I know. It's not that I'm being shy. Nakon prvih 25 udaraca, od siline je udaraca iz zida na koji je bila naslonjena ispao kamen. Odgovor je uvijek i opet u 15 16 svijesti. Dva dana kasnije, krvarenja su postala 28 obilna. U 29 naredna dva dana Kamro je imala vrlo obilna krvarenja. Ajde reci, ima li to smisla? Pio je samo vodu i gledao u Sunce. Ova sposobnost naziva se inedia. Nakon Audit je 9 sproveden u periodu od Pravo Znanje je 25 zatirano, nijekano i karikirano.

DNK i oda znanosti O da, o neeeee! Odnos uzroka i posljedica 4 naziva se kauzalnost. Crni tim. Dio je cjelina i cjelina je 35 dio. To 36 je pravilo Igre. Prije 3. Sve je 23 povezano. Hvale vrijedna izjava, ma bravo! Zar je Priroda inteligentna i 21 22 svjesna? Jedan od temeljnih problema u teoriji evolucije predstavlja vrijeme. Evolucija bi trebala biti nalik postepenom usponu uz padinu. Nogu pred nogu.

Paleontolog J. Od Sve je povezano! Niti jedan. Rezultate projekta je objavio 31 cijelome svijetu uz rame Bila Clintona tijekom konferencije 32 za novinstvo. Isto 34 tako da postoji razlog temeljem kojeg u potpunosti 35 moramo promijeniti pristup i odnos s Prirodom. Sjedi, evo ti jedinica! Dosta 10 mi je tvojih gluposti. Netko mora stati na kraj tvojim halucinacijama. Ivica 27 zatvara vrata i odlazi. Prema Darwinu od Ne 12 13 mogu?

Primjera ima za izvoz u Kinu. Nevjerojatno zar ne? Emitirana svjetlost je valne duljine nm koja se podudara s onom vidljive svjetlosti nm. Kako se stvara fama oko droge? Poput receptora za dimetiltriptamin, stanice imaju i receptore za nikotin.

Prema naputku, 35 mi naprosto moramo biti bolesni. Da, tako je. To je dakle Privid. Istina je da su halucinacije 25 kao takve preduvjet za stvaranje novih informacija bilo koje vrste. Naravno da nema. Svi do jednoga su svoje teorije 28 i izume pokupili iz istog fonda Znanja. Glava je ostala s jedne strane, rep s druge. Uslijedio je pomalo bizaran prizor. Crv se je u potpunosti regenerirao. Stari rep je dobio novu glavu, a stara glava novi rep.

Gdje je Tom Cruise? Bull shit! Feniks u 21 malom. Regeneriraju se. Sve je 17 18 povezano. Kako mogu 29 bolje upoznati svoj pravi identitet i zaljubiti se u njega? Kako mogu pristupiti 30 31 duhovnom svijetu?

Kako, kako, kako? Mi smo trenutno blokirani, kako stoji i u samoj bibliji pa tako i u Programu 20 Crnog tima. Detaljno ih je zapisivao nakon povratka u tijelo. U tibetanskim zapisima iz Treba ti nekoliko 32 stotina kuna i slobodno poslijepodne.

Ova teza je stavljena pod znak upitnika To je pravilo Igre. Moje tijelo jest od krvi i mesa. Tebi se spava zzzz zz zz Hipnoterapija Neki pak samuju, kultiviraju energiju i organiziraju 15 misli.

Nema naljepnica, 21 nema etiketa, nema stickera. To su Pravila Igre. Nema sukoba interesa. Nadam se da je 9 to jasno! Barijere su Prividi, 23 granice ne postoje. Nastavno moram napomenuti da nikako ne smijemo 29 kriviti same sebe jer time produbljujemo problem.

Svi prolazimo isti put. Krivnja je 31 jedan od najdestruktivnijih Privida. To je 43 Pravilo Igre. Tada sve ima 35 smisla, jer takvo je Pravilo Igre.

Peh za pehom, tuga za tugom, problem za 17 problemom. Bolesti 31 tada nestaju, problemi nestaju, a Sunce sije i iznad oblaka. To je Pravilo Igre. Uzmimo za 10 primjer neku tvrtku. To je vrlo dobar znak. Ne tako davno si molio svemir da ti 29 donese Istinu. A to 30 je vrlo dobar znak. A ne 32 tako davno ti si se Mene bojao. Sve su to vrlo, vrlo 34 dobri znakovi. Ljudi duhovno rastu bez da su toga trenutno svjesni.

Amnezijske barijere slabe, a stvarnost 24 kakvu poznajemo se mijenja. Slobodni 39 ste od grijeha. Prethodile su joj mnoge druge 14 razvijenije. Bijeli tim je u datom trenutku 28 izgubio bitku protiv Crnog tima. On 42 te je stvorio, pogledaj samo ovo zlatno tele i zapovijedi u stijeni.. Stari 30 31 su putevi dobrano utabani Crnim stopalima. Dante bi bio ponosan na nas. Ovdje se radi o licemjerju. Pa da vidimo. Ispitanici bi tek 0. Evo primjera kako nestaju strahovi, nakon 15 podizanja vela.

Otkriven je uzrok bolesti, dr. Nema tu nikakve velike filozofije. Kao i uvijek, kada se pojave glasine o stigmama, okupi 6 se horda znanstvenika i crkvenih predstavnika. Tko je sakuplja? Bilo kako bilo, iza fabriciranja umnih 22 zatvora stoji Crni tim i u to nema sumnje.

Sjeti se kakav je pogled u okularu mikroskopa, da li inzistiranjem na 36 37 detaljima promatramo Privid ili cijelu sliku? Svi smo Jedno! Naime, ako netko strahuje od ishoda, ako sumnja u sebe, zapravo 37 sumnja u Boga samoga.

Kako stvari stoje, idem u pakao. Razmisli malo. Ali On te voli. On 14 te voli i On treba novac. Razlika je s tog naslova ogromna. Generalno na platnu Istine, Ljubavi i 19 ostalih Pravila Igre mjesta za karikirane religijske doktrine nema. Tra la la la la. Vjeruj u sebe, vjeruj u druge. Pretvorena je u stup soli ili magle u nekim 39 prijevodima. Nekoliko stranica kasnije u Ima i ranijih osvrta na pisanje Biblije ako netko pomisli da se i ovdje radi o 12 nekoj zavjeri.

Mikroskop se nikad ne umara. Ime Solomon se ne spominje niti u jednom nezavisnom izvoru 23 nigdje sve do Levitskih tekstova. Niti je postojao Solomon niti njegov otac David, niti postoji sveta loza kralja Davida i Isusa 29 koju je u Francusku donijela Marija Magdalena od koje su pak navodno potekli 30 Merovinzi.

Obitelj Bauer tijekom Tata kupi mi auto, bicikl i romobil nego dovoljno hrane da nahranimo sve Blago nama. Kako to izgleda u praksi? Postupili su svjesno i namjerno zbog straha od gubitka 28 profita. Oduvijek 38 je to bio. On 39 je jedini s internacionalnim ciljem. Iz rata malo ljudi napravi ogromno bogatstvo Gdje smo sada? Ciklusi se ponavljaju jer takav je Program Crnog tima. Ne govore li nam svaki dan o decentralizaciji? Bez monete! U financijskoj piramidi, ova je banka na samome vrhu. Znam, baca na radnju 10 nekog filma, ali tako se to odvijalo.

Svrha je kontrola. Banka 16 17 dolazi i uzima ti stan. Novca koji nikada nije postojao. Genijalan sistem, 34 35 zar ne? Mama zar moram i dalje pisati, nije li 24 ovo dosta? O opsegu doktrine govore brojke. To je to! Samo na kolektivnoj 37 38 razini. Sorry, ali tako je. Trenutno - nama 13 u facu! To je tragedija. Ko ih jebe. Borili su se za slobodu, 9 umjesto da su bili slobodni, borili su se za mir, umjesto da se mire za mir, ubijali 10 su zbog ljubavi, umjesto da ljube zbog ljubavi.

U sukobu toga jednostavno nema. Ili 2 svjetskog nogometnog prvenstva. Plan je skovan To je naravno idiotizam i povod odbacivanju 28 odgovornosti. Malo sutra! Bez 40 nasilja i s osmjehom na licima. Toliko o demokraciji. Plan je to s kraja prvog svjetskog rata.

McCloy predsjednik CFR-a od Po Bogu nikako. Potom je pokrenuto niz ratova i posijano nekoliko 25 laboratorijski generiranih virusa poput HIV-a. Kennedya — Joseph E. Ovih informacija nema u slobodnim masovnim medijima jer su svi u rukama lutaka 25 poput Katharine Graham Bil. Sve je u redu. Ista hrpa govana. Ne da mi se pisati o njihovim odvratnim igrama. Ajde dvjesto.

Niti jedan besmisleni rat ovoga svijeta se nije odigrao bez njihovih Crnih 29 prstiju. Ili u neki zabavni park preko granice? Fantazija je prikazan prvi puta Ukupno trajanje filma je Greena - pseudonim 26 odvratnog dr.

Josepha Mengelea. Problem je ponavljam u primjeni Znanja. Medij je 18 opsjednut. Dali smo mu sredstva za komunikaciju s Njima. On je ovdje. Je li ti to dovoljno?

Bojao sam ga se. Hitler je bio Rotschield! Isto sranje, drugo pakovanje. Genetska modifikacija nije proizvod moderne 21 znanosti, a na Zemlji je prisutna barem Ne postoji niti jedan gen s uputom za starenje.

Do sada napisano treba promatrati 32 na velikom platnu. Tako je govorio Zaratustra. Kontrola 24 nad javnim mijenjam pala je u ruke jedne obitelji. Kasnije su kupili ogromne 25 pakete dionica u francuskoj novinskoj agenciji Havas i britanskoj Reuters. Nedostajao je Problem. Luisiana je naime imala rutu kroz nemirne vode. One big happy family. Dokazano je da su sve odreda manipulirale ratom, 27 28 no one i dan danas plijene pohvale.

Liga naroda je na kraju rezultirala utemeljenjem 23 Ujedinjenih naroda Isto sranje, drugo pakiranje. Dolaskom Churchilla na vlast, Tako je tvoren preduvjet za nastavak ratovanja, 13 ovog puta hladnog. Na razvoju atomske bombe je radio Albert Einstein. Presretanje se odvija unutar 35 maksimalno 10 minuta. Na dan napada im je trebalo 80 minuta za reakciju.

NORAD je Zatim, vlada SAD-a je primila brojna upozorenja drugih tajnih 28 agencija. Ovdje sam. Nemam 40 pojma kako upravljati avionom. Neboderi su imali preko katova. Frank A. Dva dana! Citirani dio iz 19 govora je preuzet od obiteljskog prijatelja Hitlera. Uvijek iste sheme, uvijek isti principi, uvijek isto.

Kakvo kvantno polje stvaraju krikovi, vapaji i izdisaji? Pokrenuta su dva nova rata koja su odnijela preko Ruku na srce, uz Crni tim stvarno nam nije potrebna naredna 36 blokada. Otpor je kraj 38 stvaranja. Ima li nade? Jedna jedina odluka.

Ako je na televiziji, istina je. Mediji su alat stvaranja Privida. Crni TV, crna kronika, a gdje su lijepe vijesti? Pa naravno da mogu! Vrtoglavica je postala pomodan feeling. Privid je In. Osnovna karakteristika papige jest ponavljanje. Jebate - pa to je ista stvar! Warburg uredio je da Kolonizacija mi pada na 5 pamet. Ne predstavlja li to neki problem? U To nije bitno. Te dvije banke su zapravo jedna banka. Ove dvije institucije se nalaze na vrhu bankarske 23 piramide.

Oni su otpojeni od 21 Izvora.