... just a little!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Voltage Regulator Marine
WONDER
... just when I feel the fear that makes the heart
small
slave, fragile and motionless, feeling deep down in your warm words and
maternal
who knows.
knows that you do not have any.
knows you're on the right track.
And the heart expands,
relaxes, smiles
because once those occhigiÃ
have opened the way to happiness'. Once before
gliel'hanno shown.
small
slave, fragile and motionless, feeling deep down in your warm words and
maternal
who knows.
knows that you do not have any.
knows you're on the right track.
And the heart expands,
relaxes, smiles
because once those occhigiÃ
have opened the way to happiness'. Once before
gliel'hanno shown.
... in aware
in different
in civilian clothes.
Angels. An
herald a message by bulls ....
the my .
in different
in civilian clothes.
Angels. An
herald a message by bulls ....
the my .
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Where Do They Sell Eyeshadow Primers
docet Tarantino. Enjoy the silence
Ok, here are two lines to tell 'experience really absurd.
I stood back from Avignon, six-hour trip not counting the train change in Milan. Arrived at the Termini station grabbing my heavy luggage and went to take the Metro, and after another half an hour leaves me at Cornelia station, the western outskirts of Rome. Exhausted shelved the idea of \u200b\u200btaking the bus home and waiting for a taxi. What comes, it stopped and the driver drops the car: such a thin, bald and with two bright blue eyes. It helps me with the bags, I got in the car, and now I discover that it is also a very talkative type, "Do not believe what I saw," she says. I guess I should tell you about some celebrities who have delivered and rumors that this would be for celebrities to escape, a type of stories that the drivers like to tell the Capitoline.
"I know you will not believe it, but you hear that stuff. You know the plug for the bath, one that slips into the hole and then goes up and down? "
" I think so "
" Well, I brought a woman with her daughter, returning from the hospital because she is slipped in the bathtub and dropping the cap was stuck on the side of the metal dude in the ass! Right in the ass! "
Well, no more stories about careers, Renato Zero, or Totti" which is just 'n good boy, "just a fetish ass. Well ...
answer:
"Ha ha, but come on, it's crazy!"
"I told you it was incredible, the fact is that returned from the hospital, and the girl, really beautiful, about eighteen, wearing a dress light, linen. The thighs and you could see the ... fuck! I did not think to take a look because it certainly was not wearing underwear. But poor thing, you could see that was ill, because then the cap has torn understand? There was a laceration (pronounced "tear" with the authoritative tone of a surgeon luminary) is not which came straight, because then you can just remove it with your hands, but it was really nice. (Dreamy look) Maybe giving a peek, not even wearing pants! "
I struggled a smile, one that has understood the missed opportunity. I try to console him:
"Too bad, maybe next time."
"I know you do not believe it, but I swear on my children" brings out sock (!) The portfolios showing a photo of two boys "as they then exist , it's true! "
" No, of course, incredible, but they can happen 'these things'
Despite the fatigue I try to play along and pretend to be concerned. In the meantime, think about all the gay urban legends are found in light bulbs, cucumbers and lemons in the ass. But this was nicer because it was a variant in which the unfortunate victim undermined by a right was a beautiful girl. Whereas I console myself lucky to have met such a nice patsy. (A small consolation as events push us at times!)
"You know that once stabbed one in the ass?"
"Do not tell me ..."
"A hooligans. (Please note the "s" note) I've uploaded close to the stadium, wearing a towel in life because you see that his pants had taken them to him, you know ... all stained with blood. I mean when I saw it I thought - fuck, you want to get in here? - Explained how he could, he was English, and I have taken to the hospital ... "
" Ah ah, but you think the events of life. "
Involuntarily my laughter expresses the most complete separation. He notices it and moderate tone.
"You Okay, there's one thing ... I can not even tell after the first, second ..."
"No, tell me, are now concerned "
you stop now? Let me see what the huge shots ... I think to myself.
"One night I loaded a street, like you now, to fast, and does not tell me that he once stabbed one in the ass? Shit-is-he ... I thought I uploaded the one who had stabbed the hooligans! Do you realize? I took the hooligans ... and the guy who had stabbed in the ass! "
" Eh eh ... so many stories about asses. Here we are, thanks! "
I do stop in the parking lot in front of the house, pay and go downstairs. I am also a discount for not wanting a receipt. Price honest, a rare thing with taxi drivers, but to avoid me to do a proctoscopy with a pencil, refusing his proposal to help me carry the suitcases at home ...
Ok, here are two lines to tell 'experience really absurd.
I stood back from Avignon, six-hour trip not counting the train change in Milan. Arrived at the Termini station grabbing my heavy luggage and went to take the Metro, and after another half an hour leaves me at Cornelia station, the western outskirts of Rome. Exhausted shelved the idea of \u200b\u200btaking the bus home and waiting for a taxi. What comes, it stopped and the driver drops the car: such a thin, bald and with two bright blue eyes. It helps me with the bags, I got in the car, and now I discover that it is also a very talkative type, "Do not believe what I saw," she says. I guess I should tell you about some celebrities who have delivered and rumors that this would be for celebrities to escape, a type of stories that the drivers like to tell the Capitoline.
"I know you will not believe it, but you hear that stuff. You know the plug for the bath, one that slips into the hole and then goes up and down? "
" I think so "
" Well, I brought a woman with her daughter, returning from the hospital because she is slipped in the bathtub and dropping the cap was stuck on the side of the metal dude in the ass! Right in the ass! "
Well, no more stories about careers, Renato Zero, or Totti" which is just 'n good boy, "just a fetish ass. Well ...
answer:
"Ha ha, but come on, it's crazy!"
"I told you it was incredible, the fact is that returned from the hospital, and the girl, really beautiful, about eighteen, wearing a dress light, linen. The thighs and you could see the ... fuck! I did not think to take a look because it certainly was not wearing underwear. But poor thing, you could see that was ill, because then the cap has torn understand? There was a laceration (pronounced "tear" with the authoritative tone of a surgeon luminary) is not which came straight, because then you can just remove it with your hands, but it was really nice. (Dreamy look) Maybe giving a peek, not even wearing pants! "
I struggled a smile, one that has understood the missed opportunity. I try to console him:
"Too bad, maybe next time."
"I know you do not believe it, but I swear on my children" brings out sock (!) The portfolios showing a photo of two boys "as they then exist , it's true! "
" No, of course, incredible, but they can happen 'these things'
Despite the fatigue I try to play along and pretend to be concerned. In the meantime, think about all the gay urban legends are found in light bulbs, cucumbers and lemons in the ass. But this was nicer because it was a variant in which the unfortunate victim undermined by a right was a beautiful girl. Whereas I console myself lucky to have met such a nice patsy. (A small consolation as events push us at times!)
"You know that once stabbed one in the ass?"
"Do not tell me ..."
"A hooligans. (Please note the "s" note) I've uploaded close to the stadium, wearing a towel in life because you see that his pants had taken them to him, you know ... all stained with blood. I mean when I saw it I thought - fuck, you want to get in here? - Explained how he could, he was English, and I have taken to the hospital ... "
" Ah ah, but you think the events of life. "
Involuntarily my laughter expresses the most complete separation. He notices it and moderate tone.
"You Okay, there's one thing ... I can not even tell after the first, second ..."
"No, tell me, are now concerned "
you stop now? Let me see what the huge shots ... I think to myself.
"One night I loaded a street, like you now, to fast, and does not tell me that he once stabbed one in the ass? Shit-is-he ... I thought I uploaded the one who had stabbed the hooligans! Do you realize? I took the hooligans ... and the guy who had stabbed in the ass! "
" Eh eh ... so many stories about asses. Here we are, thanks! "
I do stop in the parking lot in front of the house, pay and go downstairs. I am also a discount for not wanting a receipt. Price honest, a rare thing with taxi drivers, but to avoid me to do a proctoscopy with a pencil, refusing his proposal to help me carry the suitcases at home ...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
How Many Levels In Cubefield
04:09:09
We dance.
A stage asphalt gray.
a pirouette to the right and a left ...
Which side will come 'the great power?
Which way will dance 'yet?
And what will the 'high final.
In those seconds was all I had on my mind.
I could not look out but I was wondering where they were machines. And it deserves.
But I should not lose contact with him who was driving. Polished, determined, attentive.
Slu?
Slu.
Then tight-lipped, stiff arms, back in seat body
vigilant ... And here's the impact. Violent, but less than what I expected.
And it still hovers.
Slu?
Slu.
few moments and the car 'back in its direction. On his road.
And we back them ', on our way.
With the desire to laugh and cry.
Not a scratch.
not dent. The road.
The machine instead and 'to be scrapped.
hands are shaking.
Silence dissolves into a hug
That says everything that there 'to say.
And now I want to thank heaven.
screaming.
crying.
laughing
Why 'are there.
Why 'I can still go.
Why 'I still have a chance' to live this life.
to donate.
As someone still asks me.
I still have the chance to 'do everything'
still do.
who still want to do.
And I want to run.
How come I did.
I want to love like I never did.
I want to be
How come I did.
It is what it is .
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Gay Cruising Places In Perth
power and fatigue
to take that step.
A little 'more' in the '.
Where my foot does not know
the ground.
Where my heart and '
overcome by vertigo.
Where my eyes are
vigilant.
Where my whole being and 'constantly
wait state.
Take off on your word,
more 'stronger than all my reason.
On Your invitation to
fear not,
more 'exciting of all my fear.
On the boat to show me, more
' faster than all my petty thoughts.
know that the boats are in port
for fear that the sea swept away with the violence.
know of boats rust in harbor
to have never risked having hoisted a sail.
of the boats that I know are afraid of the sea
and so they have never taken off.
know the boats that remain to wave,
to be sure not to capsize.
so I know the boats chained
who have forgotten how to get rid of.
know of boats that have cracks
ocean routes
know of boats leaving the port group
to deal with the strong wind.
know of boats that have never ceased to leave port
every day of their lives.
know the boats returning torn everywhere
but more 'courageous and more' strong.
know boats overflowing with sun
'cause they shared viavvi wonderful.
know of the boats that sailed
until their last day and they are again ready to
explain their large sails
'cause their hearts to measure ocean.
that boat are ....
what boat you are ...
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