The Journal Of The Buddha Bear
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Softwell Maker Enterprise
Jesus torture me by putting a photo I took the day I lost my virginity. Among men in the photo is the first thing I saw her naked, smiling, with a beautiful blue shirt that I loved. That night I felt vulnerable. It was a new feeling for me. I just get bored of me because he had given everything.
I wonder if I'll finish as Naoko. I told Carlos I did not want to be Naoko, but Carlos does not know what was Naoko. Only one person, beyond my family knows. Alberto save pieces of me in a box, and never let me see them, if I keep falling pieces.
I wonder if I'll finish as Naoko. I told Carlos I did not want to be Naoko, but Carlos does not know what was Naoko. Only one person, beyond my family knows. Alberto save pieces of me in a box, and never let me see them, if I keep falling pieces.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Menopause More Condition_symptoms Pain From the void.
do quiet, thoughtful look on the side. Up front, however, a dark substance that grows in his corner.
And we can sit and ride with ferocity and feeling the ship feel scarlet and gray or just let go, to drift. Look at us with big eyes, they take a kilo of soul draining. And no fat and no dust and air breaks. Is smooth, is the soul: the palpable, the drain: we kiss. We kiss. We fled, wet. Sad. Say: sad. Say please: sad.
desdÃcete now. Say not so sad. Di disorder. Say I'm sorry.
If you see me, if you exist, if I existed, J., come and tell me. You pulling my scarf or elbow or come catch me, come and tell me about: this makes sense, wake
. Yours,
And we can sit and ride with ferocity and feeling the ship feel scarlet and gray or just let go, to drift. Look at us with big eyes, they take a kilo of soul draining. And no fat and no dust and air breaks. Is smooth, is the soul: the palpable, the drain: we kiss. We kiss. We fled, wet. Sad. Say: sad. Say please: sad.
desdÃcete now. Say not so sad. Di disorder. Say I'm sorry.
If you see me, if you exist, if I existed, J., come and tell me. You pulling my scarf or elbow or come catch me, come and tell me about: this makes sense, wake
. Yours,
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