P R O: Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity

$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;

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity

Life? ... what do ya mean life? ... I ain't got a life
In a dream I cannot see
To envelop its prey below
Either way they die.
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
Am I a weak man, are you feeling strong?
To envelop its prey below
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
Either way they die.

In a dream I cannot see
Sweet taste of vindication

Am I a weak man, are you feeling strong?

Life? ... what do ya mean life? ... I ain't got a life
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
Your family tree waits in the dark

From where she speaks
In a dream I cannot see
Can't find no place to run
To envelop its prey below
In a dream I cannot see
One decree that stands alone
No contest, nowhere to run

In a dream I cannot see
Sweet taste of vindication

Am I a weak man, are you feeling strong?

No contest, nowhere to run
Either way they die.
Can't find no place to run
Either way they die.
Sweet taste of vindication
Sweet taste of vindication
In a dream I cannot see
To envelop its prey below
Your family tree waits in the dark

P R O

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Sunday, October 1, 2017

Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity

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