Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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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.
desdícete 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.
desdícete 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,
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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(solemn) February:
still raining in my town, but I do not believe in omens.
I'll take the umbrella and I will leave to seek the sun.
My sun. Happy
February, love! \u0026lt;3
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(solemn) February:
still raining in my town, but I do not believe in omens.
I'll take the umbrella and I will leave to seek the sun.
My sun. Happy
February, love! \u0026lt;3
(Click to download a good size) Sweet Kisses ~
Friday, January 28, 2011
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Once upon a time long, long time ...
A large and lush forests grew under heaven. Among
trees had a beautiful bay, and hidden in the shadow of their leaves family lived a hairy caterpillar.
I loved living there, always had to eat tender leaves and branches they felt protected by their most merciless enemy: Birds.
appoint those devils with feathers was the biggest taboo family since her tatatarabuelas caterpillars were eaten by their cruel beaks, but the fear remained present. Every night, all gathered in the lower branch of laurel, and the m & aacute, s old volvíaa they have the terrible carnage with all the details, save screams, blood and guts hanging. In fact none of the narrators of recent times had witnessed the slaughter, only repeated the same story they had heard from their elders. Of course I also added things invented gory details for the relative impact to the smallest. They had to learn that beyond the thick leaves of laurel, the universe was filled with terrible dangers, and if they had to exaggerate a little story, they would. Each
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Very slowly, she left the comfort of your shelter, and left her sisters as they walked past distracted eating the young shoots. The journey seemed impossible. Increased
dragged through the branches, and the more difficult it was up the way for the hairy caterpillar.
The sun was burning, hunger and thirst were a growing torture ... was even attacked by a bird, saving a miracle.
came a time when forces were not the only thing he wanted was to get a rebujito and sleep ... and die.
The sky was too far, too; Nbsp; ***
Jam this little story in class to my kids, and then I realized realize that their sense affect me.
I want to be a butterfly, but sometimes it is so difficult to see beyond our shelter of leaves! Look
u_u heaven \u0026lt;3
Many kisses, loves ~
A large and lush forests grew under heaven. Among
trees had a beautiful bay, and hidden in the shadow of their leaves family lived a hairy caterpillar.
I loved living there, always had to eat tender leaves and branches they felt protected by their most merciless enemy: Birds.
appoint those devils with feathers was the biggest taboo family since her tatatarabuelas caterpillars were eaten by their cruel beaks, but the fear remained present. Every night, all gathered in the lower branch of laurel, and the m & aacute, s old volvíaa they have the terrible carnage with all the details, save screams, blood and guts hanging. In fact none of the narrators of recent times had witnessed the slaughter, only repeated the same story they had heard from their elders. Of course I also added things invented gory details for the relative impact to the smallest. They had to learn that beyond the thick leaves of laurel, the universe was filled with terrible dangers, and if they had to exaggerate a little story, they would. Each
nocC
Very slowly, she left the comfort of your shelter, and left her sisters as they walked past distracted eating the young shoots. The journey seemed impossible. Increased
dragged through the branches, and the more difficult it was up the way for the hairy caterpillar.
The sun was burning, hunger and thirst were a growing torture ... was even attacked by a bird, saving a miracle.
came a time when forces were not the only thing he wanted was to get a rebujito and sleep ... and die.
The sky was too far, too; Nbsp; ***
Jam this little story in class to my kids, and then I realized realize that their sense affect me.
I want to be a butterfly, but sometimes it is so difficult to see beyond our shelter of leaves! Look
u_u heaven \u0026lt;3
Many kisses, loves ~
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Example Of Church Greeting About slaughter the sacred and the test on the fluid.
The antelope fragile and tender, long legs, looking straight ahead rock with big eyes, and says "Remember your dream." Then I and the antelope, I and I We stared at each other, and play to win. Do not stop talking about the usefulness of cooking the crows in the power lines, and spinach are good. But the Ravens do not stop repeating everything I say, even within my stomach. They're always talking, I'm always talking, I'm tired of listening to two times every time I say something. If you still have an extension to play the guitar ... Because I need to sing this song, butduo. I do not want to learn, I learn to play something else, the harpsichord, the bottle of anise El Mono, but not the guitar. That is sacred.
sacredness of memory is an absolute. There is no possible answer. If anyone asks "why", the only answer is "because." By answering "because" I feel good. The water screens are inscrutable, and the ways of God of spaghetti bolognese.
For all fluids are sacred. They are human, pain, love, disgust. The tears, blood, nitric acid, orange juice, semen, water, lymph,pus, coca cola, urine ... all part of a network of channels through which sailed toward the goal of mortality. They disappear, they disappear and we displayed the disease, joy, health or death.
There is beauty in the blood of a wound.
sacredness of memory is an absolute. There is no possible answer. If anyone asks "why", the only answer is "because." By answering "because" I feel good. The water screens are inscrutable, and the ways of God of spaghetti bolognese.
For all fluids are sacred. They are human, pain, love, disgust. The tears, blood, nitric acid, orange juice, semen, water, lymph,pus, coca cola, urine ... all part of a network of channels through which sailed toward the goal of mortality. They disappear, they disappear and we displayed the disease, joy, health or death.
There is beauty in the blood of a wound.
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sleeves you found this photo TREMENDOUS TREMENDÍSIMA on the website of the man who was kind enough to shoot video of You're gone from my dream , and a photographic report of the shooting. WANT TO SEE MORE OF THIS TIIIPOOOO!. "Adónnnnde will store the photographer?.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
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Dani, man. Dear Dani. My Dani: You know me, I am not of many words if not needed, moreover, always try to escape with a joke when things get serious, but today I would like to confess something you should know:
Dani, you hatred.
Before I throw a chair at the head or it becomes a bad copy of "War of the Roses' (anything is better than seeing a shadow of disappointment over your laughter in two) jame explain.
few years ago I was a quiet guy began to emerge as a comic, nothing special si really think about it. Her clear and neat things my way, I've never been too ambitious, it is true that I spent some hard times on and off the stage but, damn, I liked my life.
Then you came with your air clueless and that smile fool you chills if your heart would not you poke in the eye from the first hello, and filled every corner of my house with your presence with the low sound of your voice.
At first I did not realize, but soon I noticed that you, Daniel Matthew, you expand the world as the sages say and fools that expands the universe slowly, almost blindly, leaving a trail of small as part & iacute; particles light behind you, like Tom Thumb traced a path of bread crumbs so as not to miss home. On your way, the air becomes warmer, the lungs are enlarged and a shot of energy the batteries charge you even if your will to live are a minimum. And I keep
addictive that trail leads me to you, I can not help it.
I'm fucked up, Dani. Very fucked up.
one morning I started to worry, still immersed in the fog of sleep. The sun woke me among rumpled sheets and plush handcuffs still hanging blaugrana color of my wrist. That did not seem a bed, but the despeyes of a battlefield. He was alone.
still was not sure to be back to reality (with a picture and who else would?) Where your deep voice surprised me, whispering from the kitchen with a clatter of dishes. Were singing (singing!) A song that I knew at that time identified.
Very slowly, I got closer to you guided by the rough tune, like you're a merman anyone seeking my destruction. And what if you found it. I had to sit on a stool with my lips forming an 'o' capitalized to see you half naked in front of me, swaying her hips to the beat of your own melody & iacu, There will be some asshole in the audience ready to bust the sketch? "Want to leave you a fool?, Or, worse, if they will laugh at you and not with you ... that is the great fear of the comic, our sword of Damocles: the thin lí red line of humiliation. But you have the generous heart of the clown and crosses the line with amazing dignity hop ale! Even harder! Like a tightrope of humor always on edge, you make fun of yourself and win the game: the audience laughs ... and I, hidden behind the tel & oacutee, n, I swallow my nerves and I join the chorus of applause to break my hands.
why I hate you, Dani.
And because I open my arms and you give yourself away at close range, not keep you nothing, asking nothing. Just jump into the void with a torn parachute and the blind hope that this time I'll be the other side to pick. You throw it to me smiling like a child playing to fly, forgetting all the times when others have left you chrism parties on the ground, with the same excitement of testing their wings for the first time. And I hope you down, of course, maldiciéndote an idiot when I go back and forth struggling to reach you before
Dani, man. Dear Dani. My Dani: You know me, I am not of many words if not needed, moreover, always try to escape with a joke when things get serious, but today I would like to confess something you should know:
Dani, you hatred.
Before I throw a chair at the head or it becomes a bad copy of "War of the Roses' (anything is better than seeing a shadow of disappointment over your laughter in two) jame explain.
few years ago I was a quiet guy began to emerge as a comic, nothing special si really think about it. Her clear and neat things my way, I've never been too ambitious, it is true that I spent some hard times on and off the stage but, damn, I liked my life.
Then you came with your air clueless and that smile fool you chills if your heart would not you poke in the eye from the first hello, and filled every corner of my house with your presence with the low sound of your voice.
At first I did not realize, but soon I noticed that you, Daniel Matthew, you expand the world as the sages say and fools that expands the universe slowly, almost blindly, leaving a trail of small as part & iacute; particles light behind you, like Tom Thumb traced a path of bread crumbs so as not to miss home. On your way, the air becomes warmer, the lungs are enlarged and a shot of energy the batteries charge you even if your will to live are a minimum. And I keep
addictive that trail leads me to you, I can not help it.
I'm fucked up, Dani. Very fucked up.
one morning I started to worry, still immersed in the fog of sleep. The sun woke me among rumpled sheets and plush handcuffs still hanging blaugrana color of my wrist. That did not seem a bed, but the despeyes of a battlefield. He was alone. still was not sure to be back to reality (with a picture and who else would?) Where your deep voice surprised me, whispering from the kitchen with a clatter of dishes. Were singing (singing!) A song that I knew at that time identified.
Very slowly, I got closer to you guided by the rough tune, like you're a merman anyone seeking my destruction. And what if you found it. I had to sit on a stool with my lips forming an 'o' capitalized to see you half naked in front of me, swaying her hips to the beat of your own melody & iacu, There will be some asshole in the audience ready to bust the sketch? "Want to leave you a fool?, Or, worse, if they will laugh at you and not with you ... that is the great fear of the comic, our sword of Damocles: the thin lí red line of humiliation. But you have the generous heart of the clown and crosses the line with amazing dignity hop ale! Even harder! Like a tightrope of humor always on edge, you make fun of yourself and win the game: the audience laughs ... and I, hidden behind the tel & oacutee, n, I swallow my nerves and I join the chorus of applause to break my hands.
why I hate you, Dani.
And because I open my arms and you give yourself away at close range, not keep you nothing, asking nothing. Just jump into the void with a torn parachute and the blind hope that this time I'll be the other side to pick. You throw it to me smiling like a child playing to fly, forgetting all the times when others have left you chrism parties on the ground, with the same excitement of testing their wings for the first time. And I hope you down, of course, maldiciéndote an idiot when I go back and forth struggling to reach you before
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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To get to the interesting part of the way Take off at the beginning and go directly to the minute 2.29. From there the fun begins, ie, Carlos. I have no idea quén shot the video, but covered himself in glory ... Uncle. Do not know who will be hosts to talk to anyone aware of a fuck who the Torregrosa. Damn, always focusing on who I intereeesaaaaaaa. The remaining surplus, pussy. Let's see, do you know who sang the song and saved the furniture Nito Figueras?.
I'm sick of the beholder complacientemen mindundibelly button and you are unable to understand and appreciate the figure. Tired already hartísima. Memos, memos that you are all fucking.
Well, here goes "and became" part of I Believe I Can Fly . The part stupid and boring, because instead of having recorded with Carlos only in the studio making the miracle of bringing forward the cucumber song and turn it into gold, they go and put him in the midst of all this, I care a damn .
anger after time, there goes the video.
I'm sick of the beholder complacientemen mindundibelly button and you are unable to understand and appreciate the figure. Tired already hartísima. Memos, memos that you are all fucking.
Well, here goes "and became" part of I Believe I Can Fly . The part stupid and boring, because instead of having recorded with Carlos only in the studio making the miracle of bringing forward the cucumber song and turn it into gold, they go and put him in the midst of all this, I care a damn .
anger after time, there goes the video.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Symptoms Of The Black Death archange_maudit @ 2011-01-17T23: 36:00
explain.
Well, leaving aside the rage;) Femmslash TH ... Oh, yes! * O *
After fighting for days with THF, which changed my computer since I do not accept any password, neither old nor my new number I requested (until I have opened a new account>. \u0026lt;) at last! Poor read this wonderful Medea:
fiction.tokiohotelfiction.com / viewstory.php
Bill and Tom and girls, all thanks to
initiation
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Well, leaving aside the rage;) Femmslash TH ... Oh, yes! * O *
After fighting for days with THF, which changed my computer since I do not accept any password, neither old nor my new number I requested (until I have opened a new account>. \u0026lt;) at last! Poor read this wonderful Medea:
fiction.tokiohotelfiction.com / viewstory.php
Bill and Tom and girls, all thanks to
initiation
aelilim
\u0026lt; 3 As bizarre
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Stomach Cancer Causes More Condition_symptoms "I Believe I Can Fly", by Carlos Torregrosa
Arrels is the latest release of Nito Figueras. Well, it includes the version of the song whose title I put up there. The original theme is the lot of those songs that appear to have heard a thousand times. R. Kelly is a guy half and half. I was indifferent both he and the little song of yore.
But who is the miracle worker?, Does everything it can?, "He sings so well that gets hopelessly convvulgar ertir a wonder?. Ladies and gentlemen, who is going to be? ... Carlos Torres, of course.
I'll leave here also the link where you download the song, and as I dropped everything in the forum, do not ever want to repeat again, because I really say that this Mr acabárseme they will end up words. Can not find anything in the dictionary to describe with justice and beauty that comes out of that voice as beautiful as the carrier. Some people have everything, and it does not deliver anything, hahaha. Ladroooooón!
Here is the song, absolutamenI changed to muuucho better with Carlos. With you I Believe I Can Fly , good:
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Off White Wolf Comics Die Sammler (the collector) ~ 7 (II) /? 11-01-11
Today is a Tuesday special for my dear marbius , and I want to share with her devoting Chapter 7 (II) DS \u0026lt;3
is short, sweet and my MUSOs have not worked too much (I have to admit) I hope the baby
supply all its shortcomings: 3
A big kiss to all ~
As always, thanks Candy:)
***
The sun still shone on the branches of old oak, filling the air with a fine powder dowould be of little yellow flowers that shine in the sun, "she said dreamily around you always smell good!, and butterflies and fireflies in perch your petals to keep you company. It would be nice, "she sighed.
"It would be wrong" Tom laughed, imagining himself with flowery head full of bugs. Since then the lyricism was not for him.
- Ah! "Continued" And then, in autumn flowers become tiny, round fruitripen to take the color of amber, and be juicy and sweet as honey drops, so rich that everyone would want to try ... I always would have friends and no one would go hungry because of you, would not you like that? "The boy nodded dreadlocks. I could feel the loneliness and melancholy of Bill burning after each word, his rare wisdom.
"I think I've convinced," he said, taking her hand, but I promise that if one day it starts to grow fruit in the head after falling round I'll come, "he laughed scare to share with you.Simone edia 'five minutes' before having to leave his bed soft and warm to go to school! In those five minutes he signed a truce with reality, and was preparing to retreat away from that fact fluffy pillows, comforters and dreams.
course was never enough.
-Bill ...
-Nooo ...
- Do not want your gift? -Tom tabs Bill felt fluttering in his neck and his fingers to loosen the grip. He smiled.
-Umm ... Yes, "she whispered, spreading a little" Yes I want &; Mdash; Her face and lips were tinged with a blush, the dreadlocks could not take his eyes off him, and I would not much they could "I know what it is - announced full of joy.
"Well, you know ... take it," he said, recovering the ground and putting scissors in his hand again. Bill looked at her a moment to shine in his palm, like a strange bug and did not know what to do with it, but then the grasped with alacrity. Then he looked at Tom.
For a moment her heart forgot to beat. The
rarlas could cross the sky at the speed of desire, or fly with complete freedom to every corner of the world ... He would have stayed there, sitting under that old oak tree, with eyes closed and feeling the fingers of light playing Bill with her hair caught in their magic.
-Tom-called whisper-looking -: A long rasta color of wheat wore in her palm outstretched Do you see? Is a root of the tree of your dreams.
-O tree of my dreams, "she smiled, looking hole in his head that would have left rasta thin, but not FOUNDro. Seeing how Bill tickled her gift and strange whispering chants, he felt complete in all respects.
-Doodle, hurricane, cinnamon, gotu, pan, gadget, unicorn ... "Tom reached to listen, while the rasta boy cradled in his hands.
- Are magic words? "He laughed How abracadabra? "Bill looked at him with big eyes, not understanding what he meant.
- Magic? "For a moment seemed to hesitate &The boy lit up like a lantern. Took their threadbare backpack a little metal box, wrapped in the thin finger rasta carefully to make a ball and put it inside. I have
"I said with a cheerful smile. Tom smiled back, but at that moment, like a flash, he remembered the words of the boy when he gave 'Bill', the doll made for him:
'"So who is Bill ... I like "Tom lied to the intense gaze of Bill, who started to clap for joy around the room.
"You got me," he whispered close to his ear. "
I have you.
I have.
I have you.
I have.
were just words, but think of them caused him a distant earthquake.
That evening in the forest, Tom felt vulnerable, like a gentleman who takes his armor against the enemy on their own volition. But Bill was not his enemy.
Of course it was not.
Bill was not his enemy, but could be even more dangerous, defenses no longer cared.
His tenderness had disarmed.
marbius , and I want to share with her devoting Chapter 7 (II) DS \u0026lt;3 is short, sweet and my MUSOs have not worked too much (I have to admit) I hope the baby
supply all its shortcomings: 3
A big kiss to all ~
As always, thanks Candy:)
***
The sun still shone on the branches of old oak, filling the air with a fine powder dowould be of little yellow flowers that shine in the sun, "she said dreamily around you always smell good!, and butterflies and fireflies in perch your petals to keep you company. It would be nice, "she sighed.
"It would be wrong" Tom laughed, imagining himself with flowery head full of bugs. Since then the lyricism was not for him.
- Ah! "Continued" And then, in autumn flowers become tiny, round fruitripen to take the color of amber, and be juicy and sweet as honey drops, so rich that everyone would want to try ... I always would have friends and no one would go hungry because of you, would not you like that? "The boy nodded dreadlocks. I could feel the loneliness and melancholy of Bill burning after each word, his rare wisdom.
"I think I've convinced," he said, taking her hand, but I promise that if one day it starts to grow fruit in the head after falling round I'll come, "he laughed scare to share with you.Simone edia 'five minutes' before having to leave his bed soft and warm to go to school! In those five minutes he signed a truce with reality, and was preparing to retreat away from that fact fluffy pillows, comforters and dreams.
course was never enough.
-Bill ...
-Nooo ...
- Do not want your gift? -Tom tabs Bill felt fluttering in his neck and his fingers to loosen the grip. He smiled.
-Umm ... Yes, "she whispered, spreading a little" Yes I want &; Mdash; Her face and lips were tinged with a blush, the dreadlocks could not take his eyes off him, and I would not much they could "I know what it is - announced full of joy.
"Well, you know ... take it," he said, recovering the ground and putting scissors in his hand again. Bill looked at her a moment to shine in his palm, like a strange bug and did not know what to do with it, but then the grasped with alacrity. Then he looked at Tom.
For a moment her heart forgot to beat. The
rarlas could cross the sky at the speed of desire, or fly with complete freedom to every corner of the world ... He would have stayed there, sitting under that old oak tree, with eyes closed and feeling the fingers of light playing Bill with her hair caught in their magic.
-Tom-called whisper-looking -: A long rasta color of wheat wore in her palm outstretched Do you see? Is a root of the tree of your dreams.
-O tree of my dreams, "she smiled, looking hole in his head that would have left rasta thin, but not FOUNDro. Seeing how Bill tickled her gift and strange whispering chants, he felt complete in all respects.
-Doodle, hurricane, cinnamon, gotu, pan, gadget, unicorn ... "Tom reached to listen, while the rasta boy cradled in his hands.
- Are magic words? "He laughed How abracadabra? "Bill looked at him with big eyes, not understanding what he meant.
- Magic? "For a moment seemed to hesitate &The boy lit up like a lantern. Took their threadbare backpack a little metal box, wrapped in the thin finger rasta carefully to make a ball and put it inside. I have
"I said with a cheerful smile. Tom smiled back, but at that moment, like a flash, he remembered the words of the boy when he gave 'Bill', the doll made for him:
'"So who is Bill ... I like "Tom lied to the intense gaze of Bill, who started to clap for joy around the room.
"You got me," he whispered close to his ear. "
I have you.
I have.
I have you.
I have.
were just words, but think of them caused him a distant earthquake.
That evening in the forest, Tom felt vulnerable, like a gentleman who takes his armor against the enemy on their own volition. But Bill was not his enemy.
Of course it was not.
Bill was not his enemy, but could be even more dangerous, defenses no longer cared.
His tenderness had disarmed.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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Happy New Year!
And, as always, the calendar outbreak could not miss (sorry xD)
(The second is special to me because the last layer is a beautiful picture that I gave
xxmouchettexx \u0026lt;3 That this beautiful blue sky we bring luck to everyone = D) New Year's Kisses ~
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