Thursday, September 30, 2004
Tornado Diagram In Matlab
How many alcohol-filled compasses have to break definitively lost the north?
How do you think will hold the steam engine if you keep feeding this way? How
think it takes for the snow to freeze not only your nose, but your brain too? Can angry
a fictitious being created over a thousand years ago when people kill in its name? How
started those wars in defense of peace?
(When we became so contradictory?, When we decided to self-loathing?,
When did we decide that a small piece of metal became our index finger?
Why do we let rule us?)
Trying to live your life is like sleeping with the keys outside the door to the sight. Someone will surely come, and will not be to say hello.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Anyone With Problems Game Womans Murder Club
LOSING SIGHT FOR PERIPHERAL. for those who look only in front
FOR WHICH NO WORK, GOVERNING THE WORKING TO THE POINT OF enslavement.
You sit at the table, look forward and smile the rest of the diners.
reached out, the remote is distant (sometimes it seems that hence its name) and after a slight effort you take it. You might even ask someone close to you to avoid wasting energy and notice how your ass is becoming increasingly embedded in the sides of the chair every day (that obesity is not given by the genes is also well regarded today . "healthy eating").
The camera follows your hand while she picks up the spoon and takes it to the plate. Now we have a closeup of your big mouth filling noodle soup that slip by your tongue and highlight the brightness of the silver fillings to wear your teeth. I can almost see Dante walking through your mouth.
When you change the channel on TV, five blacks that seem to scrape the fish displayed on the screen, pleading and sad faces. A voice rises and says something about a euro a day to sponsor a dirty Negro. I dislike the idea, right? Do you laugh? While
babosear meaningless words without your wide belly begins to vibrate. Their undulating movements could be hypnotic if your pocket was not so full of whips to enslave the black fish scrape.
Advertising space is not yet finished and is now heard a male voice speaking on cable television that costs "only one euro a day." Another one for the collection. Your ivory cane trembles under your great figure and you come to the phone to ask you to install this marvel.
Price varies depending on the month, but usually about 30 whips month. Not very expensive. Enjoy
you who can.
FOR WHICH NO WORK, GOVERNING THE WORKING TO THE POINT OF enslavement.
You sit at the table, look forward and smile the rest of the diners.
reached out, the remote is distant (sometimes it seems that hence its name) and after a slight effort you take it. You might even ask someone close to you to avoid wasting energy and notice how your ass is becoming increasingly embedded in the sides of the chair every day (that obesity is not given by the genes is also well regarded today . "healthy eating").
The camera follows your hand while she picks up the spoon and takes it to the plate. Now we have a closeup of your big mouth filling noodle soup that slip by your tongue and highlight the brightness of the silver fillings to wear your teeth. I can almost see Dante walking through your mouth.
When you change the channel on TV, five blacks that seem to scrape the fish displayed on the screen, pleading and sad faces. A voice rises and says something about a euro a day to sponsor a dirty Negro. I dislike the idea, right? Do you laugh? While
babosear meaningless words without your wide belly begins to vibrate. Their undulating movements could be hypnotic if your pocket was not so full of whips to enslave the black fish scrape.
Advertising space is not yet finished and is now heard a male voice speaking on cable television that costs "only one euro a day." Another one for the collection. Your ivory cane trembles under your great figure and you come to the phone to ask you to install this marvel.
Price varies depending on the month, but usually about 30 whips month. Not very expensive. Enjoy
you who can.
Thursday, September 9, 2004
White Frames For Wedding Seating Chart
KNOW WHAT THAT TEARS ya?
People said it was a fucking queer and fat as a kid. Later just called him a fag, and he covered his ears and shut your mouth.
recalls with a smile and slight feeling of anxiety while an entire class shouted. A crowd "furiosita" (As would say) is getting closer to calling him fat and pointing as if they were the parents in the process of transfer of a child who the poor boy had eaten, and when I thought I could not get worse, as his eyes began to get wet, a white patch of the sky fell Vigo coastal land in his head like a big egg being cracked from sliding thick hair. The cries of the children stopped and a voice was raised, "with how great it is no wonder that the gull give," and then laughs. Angry infernal laughter by the cruelty of children, and making hell the minute the boy. But he said nothing. It put your shirt tucked in, buttoned the mandilón and walked head down to your class. Recess was over. Listen
still cries from the first morning, and previous tricks are reflected in her sad eyes but still force their cheeks to make him draw a wrinkle on her face that turns into broad smile.
wake up with a pink veil before the eyes, like living in a cloud blast but fluffy. His ears are smoothed bad words to reach your brain gently sweetened, without malice, and the first word that comes to mind when you see him open the door is "harmony." Simple and easy harmony. Harmony without explanation, smooth harmony. Only this, and after you smile. Converts
childhood trauma
able to carry an elephant to sit on a couch in a psychoanalyst in small glass beads made memories, to look at from time to time and laugh without pain and with some regret. There was a time when the slightest alteration made him cross himself, and following this to Miguel likes to call "my little monster" and explain that he and Paul became the Antonio is now, not out of the cloud but standing looking at Earth with untrained eyes, watching and learning every day.
sometimes think I should not learn both at once, because sometimes you're wrong, and I realize that he was forced to grow up fast and refused to do so in some ways, to balance the scales.
Neither his mother nor his brothers, nor anyone in his family opened enough eyes, but his friends know that none of them deserves to have his name in the tree (of course remain, returns to balance other balance. I here again the harmony).
To Antonio.
People said it was a fucking queer and fat as a kid. Later just called him a fag, and he covered his ears and shut your mouth.
recalls with a smile and slight feeling of anxiety while an entire class shouted. A crowd "furiosita" (As would say) is getting closer to calling him fat and pointing as if they were the parents in the process of transfer of a child who the poor boy had eaten, and when I thought I could not get worse, as his eyes began to get wet, a white patch of the sky fell Vigo coastal land in his head like a big egg being cracked from sliding thick hair. The cries of the children stopped and a voice was raised, "with how great it is no wonder that the gull give," and then laughs. Angry infernal laughter by the cruelty of children, and making hell the minute the boy. But he said nothing. It put your shirt tucked in, buttoned the mandilón and walked head down to your class. Recess was over. Listen
still cries from the first morning, and previous tricks are reflected in her sad eyes but still force their cheeks to make him draw a wrinkle on her face that turns into broad smile.
wake up with a pink veil before the eyes, like living in a cloud blast but fluffy. His ears are smoothed bad words to reach your brain gently sweetened, without malice, and the first word that comes to mind when you see him open the door is "harmony." Simple and easy harmony. Harmony without explanation, smooth harmony. Only this, and after you smile. Converts
childhood trauma
able to carry an elephant to sit on a couch in a psychoanalyst in small glass beads made memories, to look at from time to time and laugh without pain and with some regret. There was a time when the slightest alteration made him cross himself, and following this to Miguel likes to call "my little monster" and explain that he and Paul became the Antonio is now, not out of the cloud but standing looking at Earth with untrained eyes, watching and learning every day.
sometimes think I should not learn both at once, because sometimes you're wrong, and I realize that he was forced to grow up fast and refused to do so in some ways, to balance the scales.
Neither his mother nor his brothers, nor anyone in his family opened enough eyes, but his friends know that none of them deserves to have his name in the tree (of course remain, returns to balance other balance. I here again the harmony).
To Antonio.
Sunday, September 5, 2004
Coach Purses In Albertville Mn
Here I am, nevertheless
doing a hell of a night
making a waste
my tears wishing, that when
otherwise my day becomes bright
goes my moon, my sun lights
open their eyes and understand my role.
but every second you notice
colder where you been, darling?
have not seen you insist,
exist without you even do not know what would
where have you been, years mine?
still alive, though hidden and elusive
in my past there are only empty
you should fill with recent memories and not go
going crazy that my time spent is short to waste in vain
stories leave the door open
SEALANT hard the past
Keep eyes
always awake somewhere still
because at every moment
any changes shape
last surviving
who will gingerly
and this is the highest standard.
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