P R O: Making a book is a craft, like making a clock; it needs more than native wit to be an author

$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

Making a book is a craft, like making a clock; it needs more than native wit to be an author

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Assassin in stealth
Killing for religion
I spin you round again
No more left, only one
Gravity's got my bones

Assassin in stealth

Blood... is boiling
One side of his face a kiss
One side of his face a kiss
Killing for religion

I spin you round again
Sedate him, heavily

Assassin in stealth

Can't do what I really feel
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils
Assassin in stealth
From where she speaks
The sky is crumbling in

Lights shined on my path,
I spin you round again
Killing for religion
Ensuing power vacuum

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Assassin in stealth
Killing for religion
I spin you round again
No more left, only one
Gravity's got my bones

Assassin in stealth

Can't do what I really feel
Lights shined on my path,
One side of his face a kiss
Can't do what I really feel
Killing for religion

I spin you round again
The sky is crumbling in

No more left, only one
Ensuing power vacuum
Ensuing power vacuum
Don't remember where I was
Sedate him, heavily

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
One side of his face a kiss
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils
Ensuing power vacuum

The sky is crumbling in
His body fuels the power fire
Assassin in stealth
No more left, only one

No more left, only one
Assassin in stealth
The sky is crumbling in
I spin you round again
Vengence is mine
Ensuing power vacuum

We run for youthanasia
I spin you round again
The sky is crumbling in

The sky is crumbling in
One side of his face a kiss

Blood... is boiling
Ensuing power vacuum

Assassin in stealth
No more left, only one

Assassin in stealth
Uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes
The sky is crumbling in
His body fuels the power fire
One side of his face a kiss
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils

P R O

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Sunday, October 1, 2017

Making a book is a craft, like making a clock; it needs more than native wit to be an author

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