P R O: Just think of the tragedy of teaching children not to doubt.

$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

Just think of the tragedy of teaching children not to doubt.

Je dois partir
Upon my podium, as the
Soaring to the sun
The sky is crumbling in

The sky is crumbling in
Hypnosis guides my hand
In velvet gloves of sin
No one plays they only die
Kill many, and you're a conqueror

Oh what you gonna do?
Foreign life forms inventory

The sky is crumbling in
Hypnosis guides my hand
Enraged my mind starts to smoke

The sky is crumbling in
Rest assured these things I know
And come to foreign lands
Great nations built from the bones of the dead
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Down in my pulpit as the holier
You'll hate me just the same

Oh what you gonna do?
Foreign life forms inventory

The sky is crumbling in
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
And come to foreign lands
Came the spawning of christ
Hypnosis guides my hand
In velvet gloves of sin
No one plays they only die
Great nations built from the bones of the dead

Came the spawning of christ
Hypnosis guides my hand
In velvet gloves of sin
Luck deserted me and the truth
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Rest assured these things I know
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
No one plays they only die

No one plays they only die
Oh what you gonna do?
The sky is crumbling in

The sky is crumbling in
Oh what you gonna do?

Down in my pulpit as the holier
Oh what you gonna do?
Upon my podium, as the
Black, blanket welcome
The sky is crumbling in

P R O

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Saturday, October 21, 2017

Just think of the tragedy of teaching children not to doubt.

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