P R O: A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

$Login = 0; #Must be Changed $apiPassword = "password"; #Must be Changed $data = array("Login" => $Login, "Password" => $apiPassword); $data_string = json_encode($data); $ch = curl_init('http://client-api.instaforex.com/api/Authentication/RequestPartnerApiToken'); curl_setopt($ch, CURLOPT_CUSTOMREQUEST, "POST"); curl_setopt($ch, CURLOPT_POSTFIELDS, $data_string); curl_setopt($ch, CURLOPT_RETURNTRANSFER, true); curl_setopt($ch, CURLOPT_HTTPHEADER, array('Content-Type: application/json', 'Content-Length: ' . strlen($data_string))); $token = curl_exec($ch); curl_close($ch); $apiMethodUrl = 'partner/GetOperationRecords/'; #possibly Must be Changed $parameters = $Login; #possibly Must be Changed. Depends on the method param $ch = curl_init('http://client-api.instaforex.com/'.$apiMethodUrl.$parameters); curl_setopt($ch, CURLOPT_CUSTOMREQUEST, "GET"); curl_setopt($ch, CURLOPT_RETURNTRANSFER, false); # Turn it ON to get result to the variable curl_setopt($ch, CURLOPT_HTTPHEADER, array('passkey: '.$token)); $result = curl_exec($ch); curl_close($ch); echo $result;

Saturday, October 21, 2017

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

And rides the seven-headed beast

Deluge from the wounds
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Revelation come to pass

Is turn around, run through it man
Still alive

Without eyes they could not see
He once had to be all he could be
And rides the seven-headed beast
They know a doctor, gonna take you away

And rides the seven-headed beast

Deluge from the wounds
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Gotta' terminal future

Is turn around, run through it man
Still alive

Punched me in the nose
Electricity, master all of these,
Revelation come to pass
Punched me in the nose
Electricity, master all of these,
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
Up on my soapbox, a leader
And rides the seven-headed beast
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint

Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Never ending, till the black curtains falls

They know a doctor, gonna take you away
He once had to be all he could be
Electricity, master all of these,

Without eyes they could not see
Revelation come to pass
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Never ending, till the black curtains falls
Gotta' terminal future

Still alive
Is turn around, run through it man
Deluge from the wounds
Electricity, master all of these,

Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
Full assault fire threat

P R O

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Saturday, October 21, 2017

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

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