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Eric, söt ÄNGEL = £ady Diana = David Ginola.

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Det är David Hellenius som gör rösten till Professor Zündapp även kallad Professor Z i Bilar 2.😊

Han kan gå igen! (Tony)

2:45 gud va spännande den har jag aldrig sett😊

I wished I could find the original with Mads.

Älskar Peter så mycket.

Pappegoj-tortyr... Jo ja tackar jag. Han har många strängar på sin lyra den där Skansen Jonas.

Morgan allting som glassgubbe är perfekt

MALEna ernMAN

Bra

all hearts and love for you Loreen ❤❤❤

Nu gråter jag.

Gammal goding. Fyfan va bra!

Snygg klänning hon har! :)

Vad kul det ser ut! 😂

Ja o en del kämpar för att du och dina barna ska överleva. Har du sagt tack? Nej det har du inte!!!! Tar bara förgivet att du ska ha min sista slant. Fy fan Mikael

Fantastiskt! 😄

anledning ?

Honourable man. National Hero. God bless him and his family 🙏🌟

Hahahahahahahahah😂

Stackars dem, de är så tråkig att hänt så där 😭😭😭😭

Det är viktig att hjälpa dem

Att skicka unga människor i fängelse hjälper inte. Du förstör helt enkelt dessa unga människor, du förstör deras utbildning. Och jag har inte sett att en enda person som har suttit i fängelse, har förändrats Han kommer ut och igen... tillbaka till drogerna. Nu kommer han ut mer professionell än när han kom in i fängelset... eftersom det finns experter redan inne i fängelset som vet mer om droger. Han var bara en amatör. Från alla de där människorna får han alla idéerna om andra droger. Allt detta nonsens behövs inte. Domstolarna är inblandade, fängelserna är inblandade, unga människor förstörs. Det är varje regerings plikt att förse människor med någon form av avslappning, någon form av frid, någon form av tystnad. Om du inte kan tillhandahålla meditation, så kan du åtminstone tillhandahålla medicin. För mig, borde droger vara medicin. Och om vi vill, kan vi förändra alla dåliga effekter. Det kan bli en hälsosam sak. Varje söndag morgon, i stället för att gå till kyrkan, tar du bara en trip!

I now go where I've never been before; Smeared across the razored naked edge of time. Scattered throughout the frozen void of space. Forever etched into the temporal fabric of the Universe. Wraveled up in the chords of never-ending thoughts. Spoken to by interdimensional alien demon shapeshifters. Showed things in other dimensions I could never understand. Momentarily known then forgotten secrets of the cosmos. Thunderfucked beyond repair but then been repaired again. Overloaded with epiphanies I cannot remember any of. Dreamed unbelievable nonsense quadrillions of times. I have died a for sure death & been brought back to life. There I have seen the light at the end of the tunnel. Where I am destined to return to again permanently. Frequently jacked into the cyber sonic matrix main frame. Been to the interdimensional valley of the golden suns. Seen the mechanized gateway dissolve and rebuild itself repeatedly. Spiraled down the telescopic kaleidoscope into infinity. Spaghettified down past microbial cladogram of phylogenesis. Been summoned into the angelic city of indigo Arcadia. Boiled my soul in a sea of molten liquid plasma jelly. Dissolved my medulla oblongata in lysergic acid diethylamide. Tickled my amygdala in succulent saturations of psilocybin. Tainted my pinealgland with crystallized dimethyltryptamine. Exposed myself before God himself & been deactivated. Flushed down my own toilet into the fractal void of eternity. Temporarily animated by demons while my mind is catatonic. Busted forth with love out of the pinnacle of my being. Drank from the elixir of divinity & lived to talk about it. Risen from the incubation fester of disease infestation. Embellished with the prerogative of having blind faith. Had deja vu in a dream then woke up & had it happened for real. Crossed over into the ethereal shadow world of this world in reverse. Killed trillions of souls to have only thousands of orgasms. Lost everything I have ever cared about:& somehow don't care.

Here is the cheat code. If i can literally just sit around basking in my own happiness and love and self-satisfaction then that short-circuits all of life. That's the genius of this method. That's its power. You think this is a bug. This is not a bug. This is a feature. This is exactly what you want. You want to short circuit that because you see then it frees you up.

I'm going to shower you with attention and my awareness. I'm going to give you a lot of my time. I'm going to be in physical proximity to you. I'm going to touch you, hold you, cuddle you. I'm going to try to connect with you physically, emotionally, intellectually, spiritually. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm going to care about your needs. I'm going to help you to meet your needs. I'm going to help you to survive. I'm going to shelter you from excessive suffering, fear and trauma. I'm going to have your back. I'm going to defend you and be loyal to you. I'm going to take on your agenda as my own. I'm going to make you an extension of me. I'm going to treat you as well as i would treat myself. I'm going to be happy for you when you succeed. I'm going to want for you what you most want for yourself. I'm going to sacrifice for you and work on your behalf. I'm going to support you nurture you and encourage you. I'm going to cheerlead you. I'm going to encourage your self-exploration, self-expression and self-actualization. I'm going to respect your sovereignty as a consciousness. I'm not going to try to manipulate you, control you, dominate you or exploit you. I'm going to totally accept you and never judge you. I'm going to value you for your sake and appreciate you and see your intrinsic beauty. I'm not going to need anything from you and I'm not going to make you a tool to satisfy my own needs. I'm going to respect your point of view, wanting to understand your point of view, wanting to understand you, your uniqueness, taking the time to deeply get to know you. I'm not going to force my agenda or point of view on you. I'm going to listen to you and care about your interests and share similar interests with you. I'm going to develop togetherness with you and collaborate with you. I'm going to be there for you when you're down and hopeless. I'm going to be there for you when you're lonely. I'm going to validate your feelings, sharing your emotions with you, empathizing with you. Your pain is going to be my pain. I'm going to meet you where you're at, at your developmental level. I'm going to forgive you for your mistakes. I'm going to be patient with you. I'm going to see the good in you even when you don't see the good in yourself. I'm going to be generous and kind. I'm going to give you verbal approval and praise. I'm going to compliment you on your uniqueness. I'm going to keep my promises to you. I'm going to keep my peace with you, avoid conflict with you. I'm going to tell the truth to you. You're going to be able to fully trust me and I'm never going to cash in on that trust. I'm going to see your realness, warts and shadow and all as you truly are. I'm going to deeply appreciate the finite portion of consciousness that you are and I'm going to accept your selfishness whenever you have the urge to be selfish. Now ask yourself on a scale of 0 to 10 how loved do you feel? Open Your Eyes. 😂🦘🦘🧨

On a certain level, we have a drug store in our brain, the neurochemicals that show up in flow: so dopamine, norepinephrine, anandamide, endorphins, and serotonin. If you were to try to cocktail the street drug version of that, right, you're trying to blend like heroin and speed and coke and acid and weed- and point is, you can't do it. It turns out the brain can cocktail all of 'em at once, which is why people will prefer flow to almost any experience on Earth. It's our favorite experience. It's the most addictive experience on Earth. Why? 'Cause it cocktails five or six of the largest pleasure drugs the brain can produce. We're all capable of so much more than we know. That is a commonality across the board. And one of the big reasons is we're all hardwired for flow, and flow is a massive amplification of what's possible for ourselves.

There was a very strange feature in this case, strange because of its extremely rare occurrence. This man had once been brought to the scaffold in company with several others, and had had the sentence of death by shooting passed upon him for some political crime. Twenty minutes later he had been reprieved and some other punishment substituted; but the interval between the two sentences, twenty minutes, or at least a quarter of an hour, had been passed in the certainty that within a few minutes he must die. I was very anxious to hear him speak of his impressions during that dreadful time, and I several times inquired of him as to what he thought and felt. He remembered everything with the most accurate and extraordinary distinctness, and declared that he would never forget a single iota of the experience. ‘About twenty paces from the scaffold, where he had stood to hear the sentence, were three posts, fixed in the ground, to which to fasten the criminals (of whom there were several). The first three criminals were taken to the posts, dressed in long white tunics, with white caps drawn over their faces, so that they could not see the rifles pointed at them. Then a group of soldiers took their stand opposite to each post. My friend was the eighth on the list, and therefore he would have been among the third lot to go up. A priest went about among them with a cross: and there was about five minutes of time left for him to live. ‘He said that those five minutes seemed to him to be a most interminable period, an enormous wealth of time; he seemed to be living, in these minutes, so many lives that there was no need as yet to think of that last moment, so that he made several arrangements, dividing up the time into portions-one for saying farewell to his companions, two minutes for that; then a couple more for thinking over his own life and career and all about himself; and another minute for a last look around. He remembered having divided his time like this quite well. While saying good- bye to his friends he recollected asking one of them some very usual everyday question, and being much interested in the answer. Then having bade farewell, he embarked upon those two minutes which he had allotted to looking into himself; he knew beforehand what he was going to think about. He wished to put it to himself as quickly and clearly as possible, that here was he, a living, thinking man, and that in three minutes he would be nobody; or if somebody or something, then what and where? He thought he would decide this question once for all in these last three minutes. A little way off there stood a church, and its gilded spire glittered in the sun. He remembered staring stubbornly at this spire, and at the rays of light sparkling from it. He could not tear his eyes from these rays of light; he got the idea that these rays were his new nature, and that in three minutes he would become one of them, amalgamated somehow with them. ‘The repugnance to what must ensue almost immediately, and the uncertainty, were dreadful, he said; but worst of all was the idea, ‘What should I do if I were not to die now? What if I were to return to life again? What an eternity of days, and all mine! How I should grudge and count up every minute of it, so as to waste not a single instant!’ He said that this thought weighed so upon him and became such a terrible burden upon his brain that he could not bear it, and wished they would shoot him quickly and have done with it.’

God's mind is creating the entire fucking universe and you discover that that's you who's been doing it the whole time. It's utterly shocking and astounding. It's so astounding that you won't want to believe it because people have told you all it's egotistical to say that you're God. Only a narcissist would claim that he's God. You're imagining the entire fucking universe. What does that make you? That makes you God. Reality is pure imagination. Tada.

In 1947, a couple of aliens flew to Earth in a silver saucer-shaped craft. After closely observing mankind, they shit themselves laughing and crashed into the desert in Roswell, New Mexico. The US Army found the shit covered craft, conducted an investigation, deduced what happened and out of embarressment told the public it was a weather balloon.

How do you know that 1+1 is 2? You don't even know this! Some human had to invent this shit, and before that it did not exist. A chimpanzee does not know that 1+1 is 2. Not because it is to stupid, but because you are too stupid to understand that mathematics is imaginary.

If you have something that you really want in your life, spend lots of time cumming about it. The more you cum the more ideas will pop up the more creative your gonna start to get. Your subcumscious mind doesn't care if your vision is crazy. It doesnt care if you dont know how to do it. When you see a thing clearly in your mind, your creative "cum mechanism" within you takes over and does the job much better than you could do it by cumscious effort or cumpower. A different psychedelic from a different planet every nanosecond. All sorts of dreams are possible. The human nervous system cannot tell the difference between an "actual" cumxperience and an cumxperience imagined vividly and in detail. Synthesize "experience," to literally create experience, and control it, in the laboratory of our minds. A vision is a very emotional image, the most powerful image that you can come up with for yourself at this time. This vision will become like a hallucination in other peoples mind and this could be the cause of them creating extraordinary things.

Actually hate is a form of love. It's just a very dense and crude form of love. Think of it as an ice cube which starts at a solid then it melts and it can evaporate and turn into a gas. It's all love. Solid - Hate Liquid - Conventional Love Gas - Divine Infinite Unconditional Love

3:10 sluta andas

-Hur var namnet. Ja du kan skriva vad du vill, hahahaha 0:44

Fin människa Börje 😭

Sasha Mesic 🤣

Assååå Att fler människor existerar på den här planeten är inte direkt vad den behöver😅

Jag är ifrån Syrien 🇸🇾 😢

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Varför fixa en unge till världen när man inte ens kan föda sig själv?. är de dumma eller vad?.

Zebulon Guatemala to panama indians

Peter , du är så bra . Fan va bra sketch

Legenden !

Det föds ganska många barn också

vart kan man se jordskott?

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. - John 3:16 from the Bible ❤💕💕

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De behöver ge dem p-piller! Det är bara så vi kan rädda kvinnor och barn där.