blog closes. Molinha ends here.
Words are finite.
Friday, May 19, 2006
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molinha @ 2006-05-19T09: 30:00
Orange Juice Stain Removal
house of cards
The boy left the room.
He glanced behind him for the last time ( fleeting memory of something violent and whispered in the dark .. "Please do not break my heart Promise This .. " ).
That room was the only safe place, solid.
Outside, the world had turned into a huge and fragile house of cards and the boy knew that he would collapsed.
He knew that he would have collapsed along with the world. He went anyway.
He was already raising the wind.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Mobility Radeon 9000 Agp (0x4c66)
ribs ..
the hospital at night is an absurd place. no one around, dark, time extended beyond belief, alone in an empty room I was the star of a horror. not the shoulder, but just the main character, one that eventually make it. Cmq
and X-ray - tomorrow morning -
- cmq you, look, let me see .. eh .. I would say that the symptom is actually cracked rib.
- and many thanks, I arrived there I also ..
- .. Excuse me, but how did he do that? I understand that mica ..
- eh .. I'd like
the hospital at night is an absurd place. no one around, dark, time extended beyond belief, alone in an empty room I was the star of a horror. not the shoulder, but just the main character, one that eventually make it. Cmq
and X-ray - tomorrow morning -
- cmq you, look, let me see .. eh .. I would say that the symptom is actually cracked rib.
- and many thanks, I arrived there I also ..
- .. Excuse me, but how did he do that? I understand that mica ..
- eh .. I'd like
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Kidde Fyrnetics Keeps Beeping
Yeah ..
leave the house in the morning and find the city deserted. And the silence.
I'd like to be able to control my emotions more, especially when they are tired or nervous.
I would sometimes be able to rewind time, even a few minutes to fanonfare-direnondire certain things.
I'd like to go to certain places and in some ways this summer.
I'd like to get more sleep at times and be awakened by the smell of black coffee that two special hands I lean close. In a large cup.
I would like the music for any occasion to feel the air, always at the right time.
I'd be slightly out of me to say I'm sorry.
I would like the arrows bouncing on my armor, instead of damaging it.
I'd like to keep a face in the hands safe, while the tears dry.
I wish I had a big room full of all my books where refugees at times.
I would not feel cold and not being afraid.
I'd walk to the Gothic Quarter, some clutching hands.
I'd like to find that smile, and he stopped raining. Inside and out.
I wish the wind take us ..
leave the house in the morning and find the city deserted. And the silence.
I'd like to be able to control my emotions more, especially when they are tired or nervous.
I would sometimes be able to rewind time, even a few minutes to fanonfare-direnondire certain things.
I'd like to go to certain places and in some ways this summer.
I'd like to get more sleep at times and be awakened by the smell of black coffee that two special hands I lean close. In a large cup.
I would like the music for any occasion to feel the air, always at the right time.
I'd be slightly out of me to say I'm sorry.
I would like the arrows bouncing on my armor, instead of damaging it.
I'd like to keep a face in the hands safe, while the tears dry.
I wish I had a big room full of all my books where refugees at times.
I would not feel cold and not being afraid.
I'd walk to the Gothic Quarter, some clutching hands.
I'd like to find that smile, and he stopped raining. Inside and out.
I wish the wind take us ..
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Spray Painting Weight Plates
balances
Sometimes in the game you can not find that rhythm and that set of movements that instead finds himself in his own mental projections. Not you can let go as they would in a nutshell.
depends on the pace of the companion course, but above all by themselves.
If we are unable to adapt to the pace of the game, the balance is broken.
The music and the songs are more faint and distant, and the muscles do not move with reactivity. What needs to be
game becomes inertia.
As if you lose your balance, perhaps too bold a move, and you risk falling.
mate they might enjoy, even unwittingly, and then you have to get up. Quickly.
The hand rest on the ground and returns just in time to support the body, lowers his head to the side door and a soft circular motion, are feet again. Ginga now flows more freely and the music regains volume. The drums have low
the rhythm of my heart now.
Now I understand the rhythm and follow it.
fluid movements come and I'm closer to who's playing with me and kicked and fit perfectly: we have the same rhythm and the game becomes a wave that rises and falls and breaks into a near-perfect rhythm.
more daring jumps and movements, now I can afford, leaving me with no thoughts that can guide them, as a spray of water, and the distance between me and the partner is minimized, not just the physical distance, but the ' other, the one that leads the roda.
The pace then gets up, he can now do so, and the game gets hectic, intuition, absolute freedom, and two of us to hear.
I have no breath, nor do I need it: my body moves on its own, fast and responsive and the companion is with me.
This is basically the most important feature of capoeira, adaptability.
In case the game does not do my body sweat pearls, but look who plays with me and began to smile.
roda can now proceed.
Sometimes in the game you can not find that rhythm and that set of movements that instead finds himself in his own mental projections. Not you can let go as they would in a nutshell.
depends on the pace of the companion course, but above all by themselves.
If we are unable to adapt to the pace of the game, the balance is broken.
The music and the songs are more faint and distant, and the muscles do not move with reactivity. What needs to be
game becomes inertia.
As if you lose your balance, perhaps too bold a move, and you risk falling.
mate they might enjoy, even unwittingly, and then you have to get up. Quickly.
The hand rest on the ground and returns just in time to support the body, lowers his head to the side door and a soft circular motion, are feet again. Ginga now flows more freely and the music regains volume. The drums have low
the rhythm of my heart now.
Now I understand the rhythm and follow it.
fluid movements come and I'm closer to who's playing with me and kicked and fit perfectly: we have the same rhythm and the game becomes a wave that rises and falls and breaks into a near-perfect rhythm.
more daring jumps and movements, now I can afford, leaving me with no thoughts that can guide them, as a spray of water, and the distance between me and the partner is minimized, not just the physical distance, but the ' other, the one that leads the roda.
The pace then gets up, he can now do so, and the game gets hectic, intuition, absolute freedom, and two of us to hear.
I have no breath, nor do I need it: my body moves on its own, fast and responsive and the companion is with me.
This is basically the most important feature of capoeira, adaptability.
In case the game does not do my body sweat pearls, but look who plays with me and began to smile.
roda can now proceed.
Friday, May 5, 2006
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
Kerastase Helps Hair Grow Faster
SB
Country all arcs and steps, lanes and climb.
not ever go down, go up only.
country where everyone greet me as if I were the place, maybe they would like it to be, or believe it even if only I seem to be so different and so far from the tranquility and silence.
But certain places I can see them, to see them and understand them. I see some magic in that place. Maybe they have understood that greet me.
Roads that unfold before me, day and night, cold water, the smell of the beach and olives.
wine and beer, fun and distances shorter, words thrown into the air with less fear they fall and break.
Sometimes an undeserved pain I shake the base of the chest and makes me damn evil. It makes me like they are not.
swallow and throw down, I can do yet, and believe even more.
I want to be above the pain. Anger
the jet behind me, like salt launches x good luck, and there is only light and the smell that I feel, what makes me feel so good, that smell I carry on every day.
smell of clothes, and sea lanes, the smell of cold wind on the beach.
Smell of hands and skin, history. The view
Country all arcs and steps, lanes and climb.
not ever go down, go up only.
country where everyone greet me as if I were the place, maybe they would like it to be, or believe it even if only I seem to be so different and so far from the tranquility and silence.
But certain places I can see them, to see them and understand them. I see some magic in that place. Maybe they have understood that greet me.
Roads that unfold before me, day and night, cold water, the smell of the beach and olives.
wine and beer, fun and distances shorter, words thrown into the air with less fear they fall and break.
Sometimes an undeserved pain I shake the base of the chest and makes me damn evil. It makes me like they are not.
swallow and throw down, I can do yet, and believe even more.
I want to be above the pain. Anger
the jet behind me, like salt launches x good luck, and there is only light and the smell that I feel, what makes me feel so good, that smell I carry on every day.
smell of clothes, and sea lanes, the smell of cold wind on the beach.
Smell of hands and skin, history. The view
Friday, April 28, 2006
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smell of beach
fogs and I can not see if it's sunny outside.
Inside is if nothing else. At times some rain cloud covers it, but there is always the wind ready to sweep it away. The view
fogs up and I see everything blurred, as if I'm under water: it must be sleeping. Or the sadness that sometimes comes without first bothering to tell, right to education, if there are persapere .. arrives and is installed, melancholy orange, which brings some old thoughts and good smell.
Today I was reminded that big red tin that was full of dough for the apple pie, sugary and dense that I robbed with the spoon, while my grandmother cut the apples into thin slices. I came to feel that scent.
Then came the smell of a beach that I know well, because it is mine.
A beach where I lived by night and by day of the things I've lived other. Very different during those years hardly believe it's the same beach.
And I've always preferred the evening when the sun has just set and not go any more, but the sky is still clear. And the calm water. Always.
Smell of evenings in solitude, thoughts of smell, the smell of expectations for the nights that would follow. Smell of departures and travel, sometimes with regrets.
Smell of friendship and dawn, the smell of beer and smoke.
odor odor removed in a dip in cold water, the last dive for the day.
Smell of walking barefoot and dinner and hot shower.
I want to go and find that beach. I want you to come with me.
fogs and I can not see if it's sunny outside.
Inside is if nothing else. At times some rain cloud covers it, but there is always the wind ready to sweep it away. The view
fogs up and I see everything blurred, as if I'm under water: it must be sleeping. Or the sadness that sometimes comes without first bothering to tell, right to education, if there are persapere .. arrives and is installed, melancholy orange, which brings some old thoughts and good smell.
Today I was reminded that big red tin that was full of dough for the apple pie, sugary and dense that I robbed with the spoon, while my grandmother cut the apples into thin slices. I came to feel that scent.
Then came the smell of a beach that I know well, because it is mine.
A beach where I lived by night and by day of the things I've lived other. Very different during those years hardly believe it's the same beach.
And I've always preferred the evening when the sun has just set and not go any more, but the sky is still clear. And the calm water. Always.
Smell of evenings in solitude, thoughts of smell, the smell of expectations for the nights that would follow. Smell of departures and travel, sometimes with regrets.
Smell of friendship and dawn, the smell of beer and smoke.
odor odor removed in a dip in cold water, the last dive for the day.
Smell of walking barefoot and dinner and hot shower.
I want to go and find that beach. I want you to come with me.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Jon Cryer Earns Per Episode 2010
scattered thoughts
Sometimes the night is not flowing as smooth as expected.
Sometimes you wake up thinking, and tiredness can not take over.
're sound asleep and suddenly FRAN! here is the thought that comes, violent, sudden, and suddenly your eyes are open in the dark and the mind is in turmoil.
And if the thoughts are of a + then do not talk back to sleep .. you first need to think a little '. This is what I expect.
And these thoughts are always related to fear.
pauradinonaverfattoqualcosa
pauradiaverfattoqualcosaditroppo
pauradiperderequalcosaoqualcuno
pauradiessersidimenticatodiunacosaimportante
pauradiunareazionediqualcunaltro
pauradinonsaperecosavogliamo
and there are countless others. But I only ever cmq fears, nothing concrete.
But they have the power to keep us awake, to monopolize our emotions .. to make us afraid.
There is always something to be solved, some imprefezione which makes a perfect situation because I have to work on it, of putting my efforts in a direction, processing and processed. Basically this is the idea of perfection, nothing is perfect, a priori, it is clear that I should put into the game, so, so willed there where is power what you want, etc etc.. ask no more.
But I have discovered some things.
I have found to be able to curb the less beautiful side of my character. Almost always.
I also discovered that not always worth it, but this time.
I discovered that the paintings in shades of gray hardly excites me. And I want to colors.
I discovered that I understand immediately the skin if a person is me / I will be nice or not.
I discovered that I love walk in the rain.
I discovered that I + cold.
I discovered that I want to say things that I've never said before. And that makes me feel free .
I discovered that they are still able to let go of everything and accept without some compromise to me that this weight. As if I had never experienced before.
I discovered that they are very good at the knot to tie but still like a little.
I found out I had a mad desire to divide, share ..
on the radio this morning I discovered that there Battisti, a piece that I could not remember and yet I remember very well ( who knows who knows who you are, who knows who you are, who knows what will become of us, we'll find out just living )
I discovered that sometimes the line between fear and anger is thin. I discovered the sky
can be land that can be pain and pleasure the passion may increase over time rather than decrease.
I found to be cold at times.
I found out I had a lot of important people around me and all, and everyone has something to me / tell me .
I found to be in love with a smile and wanting more.
morning I discovered that I like . For a lot of reasons.
Sometimes the night is not flowing as smooth as expected.
Sometimes you wake up thinking, and tiredness can not take over.
're sound asleep and suddenly FRAN! here is the thought that comes, violent, sudden, and suddenly your eyes are open in the dark and the mind is in turmoil.
And if the thoughts are of a + then do not talk back to sleep .. you first need to think a little '. This is what I expect.
And these thoughts are always related to fear.
pauradinonaverfattoqualcosa
pauradiaverfattoqualcosaditroppo
pauradiperderequalcosaoqualcuno
pauradiessersidimenticatodiunacosaimportante
pauradiunareazionediqualcunaltro
pauradinonsaperecosavogliamo
and there are countless others. But I only ever cmq fears, nothing concrete.
But they have the power to keep us awake, to monopolize our emotions .. to make us afraid.
There is always something to be solved, some imprefezione which makes a perfect situation because I have to work on it, of putting my efforts in a direction, processing and processed. Basically this is the idea of perfection, nothing is perfect, a priori, it is clear that I should put into the game, so, so willed there where is power what you want, etc etc.. ask no more.
But I have discovered some things.
I have found to be able to curb the less beautiful side of my character. Almost always.
I also discovered that not always worth it, but this time.
I discovered that the paintings in shades of gray hardly excites me. And I want to colors.
I discovered that I understand immediately the skin if a person is me / I will be nice or not.
I discovered that I love walk in the rain.
I discovered that I + cold.
I discovered that I want to say things that I've never said before. And that makes me feel free .
I discovered that they are still able to let go of everything and accept without some compromise to me that this weight. As if I had never experienced before.
I discovered that they are very good at the knot to tie but still like a little.
I found out I had a mad desire to divide, share ..
on the radio this morning I discovered that there Battisti, a piece that I could not remember and yet I remember very well ( who knows who knows who you are, who knows who you are, who knows what will become of us, we'll find out just living )
I discovered that sometimes the line between fear and anger is thin. I discovered the sky
can be land that can be pain and pleasure the passion may increase over time rather than decrease.
I found to be cold at times.
I found out I had a lot of important people around me and all, and everyone has something to me / tell me .
I found to be in love with a smile and wanting more.
morning I discovered that I like . For a lot of reasons.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Holly Willoughby's Necklace
molinha @ 2006-04-18T09: 59:00
desire to sea, and sudden sudden.
I will do any sea, but now I would like a distant sea, empty beaches and big waves, warm climate and warm people.
little trip planned and very suddenly, as usual, with time and depending on the mood of the moment and the desire.
not just this time to take a road and decide at each intersection with the instinct to go with the waves on a beach that still do not know.
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I will do any sea, but now I would like a distant sea, empty beaches and big waves, warm climate and warm people.
little trip planned and very suddenly, as usual, with time and depending on the mood of the moment and the desire.
not just this time to take a road and decide at each intersection with the instinct to go with the waves on a beach that still do not know.
Friday, April 7, 2006
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clown in the storm .. I've
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Wednesday, April 5, 2006
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I happened to have nothing to say to someone and still feel comfortable in silence
I've let my words flow like a storm without having the time before sleep, to say everything that I wanted
I happened to want to remember a picture, sky, color and regret not having the camera
just yesterday I happened to smile while the wasp was running fast on the course Appio, desert and sun-drenched
I happened to listen twice in a row a CD of oldies 60s .. and want to listen to a couple of times at least ..
I happened and is happening to me with enthusiasm for something that will live tomorrow and I would or would not like that the time ran away fast
happened to me happens to me time to get used too much quickly to some good feelings and love her with increasing intensity
I happened to hear lift off the ground to a message that is not expected
happened to me while I was leaving in the morning thinking: "Now go out there and the beach instead of the road and I'm going to run to the sea ... "
I happened to think of at least three trips that I want to do, just this morning I happened
have to write without knowing what would come of
I happened to feel a strange thick stomach for something that I did not know, but maybe instead I wanted ..
I happen to think that it can not rain forever, like Brandon said, and I happen to think that now it's sunny. And that will last
I happened to wake up at night not knowing where I was
I've wanted to hear a particular sentence and he told us just when I thought
I've a lot to laugh a joke idiot x ( The frog to the frog, "Why are your eyes so red?" And the frog: "CRAAAACK!" )
I happened to delete a post and keep me in what I had written
I happened to want physical contact. Much.
I happened not to wonder what will happen now ..
Sunday, March 26, 2006
What Should My Cervix Feel Like Before My Period
we go ..
again balanced on a wire.
errors emotions, I find errors, mistakes that make me helpless and vulnerable.
errors that I make myself. I am a bit 'resigned to my being me.
but looking ahead, always. What I
behind is important, it made me who I am, every detail, every breath, every word.
But what remains behind is left behind or otherwise all that I could have in front of me I will be prevented and not ever find out. Maybe I'll have a taste but I will never see clearly, because I will continue to turn around backwards, undecided.
And I will not go forward. And I will not go back.
I remember a Peanuts strip where Charlie Brown is asked if he prefers to ship of life in his deck chair and look forward to bow, or stern look back and places where it has been.
And he answers: "I have never even managed to open one of sunbeds."
Here.
time I would like this opportunity. I really want to.
again balanced on a wire.
errors emotions, I find errors, mistakes that make me helpless and vulnerable.
errors that I make myself. I am a bit 'resigned to my being me.
but looking ahead, always. What I
behind is important, it made me who I am, every detail, every breath, every word.
But what remains behind is left behind or otherwise all that I could have in front of me I will be prevented and not ever find out. Maybe I'll have a taste but I will never see clearly, because I will continue to turn around backwards, undecided.
And I will not go forward. And I will not go back.
I remember a Peanuts strip where Charlie Brown is asked if he prefers to ship of life in his deck chair and look forward to bow, or stern look back and places where it has been.
And he answers: "I have never even managed to open one of sunbeds."
Here.
time I would like this opportunity. I really want to.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Diff Half Head Full Head Highlights
wings
this time I am explaining that I do not use my wings a bit '.
cleans feathers and tear the most damaged. I let them fall to the ground behind me. grow back.
move them a bit 'to stretch and feel the air swirling around me when I acted. I smile.
is not written anywhere how long does it take to let yourself be carried away by the wind of a story.
decide it, our fear or our desire to get up off the ground. and take flight.
this time I am explaining that I do not use my wings a bit '.
cleans feathers and tear the most damaged. I let them fall to the ground behind me. grow back.
move them a bit 'to stretch and feel the air swirling around me when I acted. I smile.
is not written anywhere how long does it take to let yourself be carried away by the wind of a story.
decide it, our fear or our desire to get up off the ground. and take flight.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Write Protect Usb Flash Drive
molinha @ 2006-03-20T14: 53:00
place this old picture, since a friend told me about yesterday's first emotion on the table. It made me remember the feeling, tiredness, even exhaustion of muscles and back, bruising, pain, burning eyes, knees creaking, but then the thoughts of snow crumbling under a wave that is forming of us as we slip, the satisfaction with which you turn and look at the white abyss you just crossed, sliding or rolling .. the end is not important .. the satisfaction of having won a fear and overcome limits. simply.
The place because I'm feeling the same feeling at this time. To rise from the ground, pushed by a force as powerful as incomprehensible, and to be able to recognize when you're flying without gravity, without any force that pulls you down, and you only hear the wind face and the lightness of the soul.
And we wonder why neither fly nor if and how will land ..
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place this old picture, since a friend told me about yesterday's first emotion on the table. It made me remember the feeling, tiredness, even exhaustion of muscles and back, bruising, pain, burning eyes, knees creaking, but then the thoughts of snow crumbling under a wave that is forming of us as we slip, the satisfaction with which you turn and look at the white abyss you just crossed, sliding or rolling .. the end is not important .. the satisfaction of having won a fear and overcome limits. simply.
The place because I'm feeling the same feeling at this time. To rise from the ground, pushed by a force as powerful as incomprehensible, and to be able to recognize when you're flying without gravity, without any force that pulls you down, and you only hear the wind face and the lightness of the soul.
And we wonder why neither fly nor if and how will land ..
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
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bottom
slipped into the well for ages.
kept in the dark to fall more and more dense, and any attempt to cling to smooth walls to stop or slow down the fall was hard blows and twinges of pain.
not want to lose forever the light that continued to see above him the mouth of the well.
had been pushed, perhaps he had left to push, but now it was not important.
The important thing was the fall and even more of a fall, the landing.
vaguely remember the story of the man who falls from a building of 50 floors as they fell changed from one plane to another, the guy is repeated for comfort "to far so good ... until this point everything well ... this far so good ...". The problem is not the fall but the landing.
light to which he clung with all the force of his mind and his desire is fading more and more and he realized that the light would not have saved. Staring at the light with eyes and the heart, failed to have the walls that ran alongside.
had to focus on what was around during the long fall, try to see the shadows of a possible lifeline which would save him. See in the dark. Relying on instinct and forget the light that he loved.
Maybe in the future he would join again, this was not given to know, but now, now had to stop the fall. Save his life.
And start to rise.
slipped into the well for ages.
kept in the dark to fall more and more dense, and any attempt to cling to smooth walls to stop or slow down the fall was hard blows and twinges of pain.
not want to lose forever the light that continued to see above him the mouth of the well.
had been pushed, perhaps he had left to push, but now it was not important.
The important thing was the fall and even more of a fall, the landing.
vaguely remember the story of the man who falls from a building of 50 floors as they fell changed from one plane to another, the guy is repeated for comfort "to far so good ... until this point everything well ... this far so good ...". The problem is not the fall but the landing.
light to which he clung with all the force of his mind and his desire is fading more and more and he realized that the light would not have saved. Staring at the light with eyes and the heart, failed to have the walls that ran alongside.
had to focus on what was around during the long fall, try to see the shadows of a possible lifeline which would save him. See in the dark. Relying on instinct and forget the light that he loved.
Maybe in the future he would join again, this was not given to know, but now, now had to stop the fall. Save his life.
And start to rise.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Large Group Seating Chart
molinha @ 2006-01-27T09: 55:00
only now I seem to stumble in life.
is like .. like you're flying forward, in slow motion, after a tripping ..
Yes.. Yes, it is. Perhaps it is this life: a flight after a tripping ..
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Maintain Confidentiality Through Letter
white sheets
White paper, have an inexplicable power and energy.
unwritten page, you can become everything.
You can become a joke and rip a smile. You can collect
tears that dribble of ink.
can be rolled up and become a ball in the midst of other, now simply press a button to get the same effect. Gather your thoughts and requests
be viewed by one person and change his thinking. Can be ignored.
can be filled with incomprehensible graphemes or words meaningless. You can be the outburst of a broken heart.
You can help pass the time. You can be a mirror and reflect the desires and the hidden torment of those who write about you. Be
letter full of apologies and remorse or angry words, hateful page.
You may never be read by anyone, not even by those who wrote to you.
be filled with loving words, unnecessary words or phrases that might make you think.
You can be a short message, or be filled with the daily shopping list.
You can also stay clean sheet. Stimulate the imagination of those who looks at you, or tell the sadness or emptiness of those who do not write. And wait
someone positioned his fingers on you.
White paper, have an inexplicable power and energy.
unwritten page, you can become everything.
You can become a joke and rip a smile. You can collect
tears that dribble of ink.
can be rolled up and become a ball in the midst of other, now simply press a button to get the same effect. Gather your thoughts and requests
be viewed by one person and change his thinking. Can be ignored.
can be filled with incomprehensible graphemes or words meaningless. You can be the outburst of a broken heart.
You can help pass the time. You can be a mirror and reflect the desires and the hidden torment of those who write about you. Be
letter full of apologies and remorse or angry words, hateful page.
You may never be read by anyone, not even by those who wrote to you.
be filled with loving words, unnecessary words or phrases that might make you think.
You can be a short message, or be filled with the daily shopping list.
You can also stay clean sheet. Stimulate the imagination of those who looks at you, or tell the sadness or emptiness of those who do not write. And wait
someone positioned his fingers on you.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Grannieswho Suck Cock
today
I can not think coolly. I can not look around with ease.
keep looking at the same point, although around the head.
Even if I close my eyes.
Things happen, and that's it.
And they're moving on, I get in my way or the stare as I watch a phone that does not ring.
And go ahead, I can not figure out how.
The illusions are useless as is resignation.
time wins again and the crumbs of happiness that I will be granted again depend on him.
Sometimes situations are frozen and remain there, motionless, like enchanted, and when I turn I see them raised in the air behind me just as I left.
Escape is always the last solution. The only way to pass a test and treated.
out of my mind and my thoughts and what they are building, unreal images as a TV show and I turn to look at the wind blows me around.
You can not dig a hole in another place by continuing to dig the hole deeper.
I can not think coolly. I can not look around with ease.
keep looking at the same point, although around the head.
Even if I close my eyes.
Things happen, and that's it.
And they're moving on, I get in my way or the stare as I watch a phone that does not ring.
And go ahead, I can not figure out how.
The illusions are useless as is resignation.
time wins again and the crumbs of happiness that I will be granted again depend on him.
Sometimes situations are frozen and remain there, motionless, like enchanted, and when I turn I see them raised in the air behind me just as I left.
Escape is always the last solution. The only way to pass a test and treated.
out of my mind and my thoughts and what they are building, unreal images as a TV show and I turn to look at the wind blows me around.
You can not dig a hole in another place by continuing to dig the hole deeper.
Monday, January 9, 2006
Religious/sports Mottos
gull
Near the street where there is a working river.
From the bank of the river rises a seagull in flight. Other gulls are screeching and the bank to get food, but not him.
lifts off and begins to fly in wide circles above me. You are leaving
behind everything that is not with him at this time. All that is not air, sky and wind.
E 'only, because this is his destiny.
Vira, and walks away, becoming a smaller and smaller.
I wonder how it feels to fly above all, how do you feel the cold air as it cuts to her body.
I wonder if you feel sad or free or enlightened.
If you feel alone.
Near the street where there is a working river.
From the bank of the river rises a seagull in flight. Other gulls are screeching and the bank to get food, but not him.
lifts off and begins to fly in wide circles above me. You are leaving
behind everything that is not with him at this time. All that is not air, sky and wind.
E 'only, because this is his destiny.
Vira, and walks away, becoming a smaller and smaller.
I wonder how it feels to fly above all, how do you feel the cold air as it cuts to her body.
I wonder if you feel sad or free or enlightened.
If you feel alone.
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Hp 1500 Driver For Windows 7
molinha @ 2006-01-03T15: 10: 00
I went back to read my LJ. I wondered how
have changed during this time.
concerned and I relived moments of sadness that I did not remember.
I read words out of my mind as boiling water that overflows from a pot resting on the fire.
I saw who I was and I see who I am.
I see that I make the same mistakes as before.
And I see that I am determined not to become different from me.
I see that I'm hurting like and more than before and I keep butting hard against a wall.
Always the same, although now I know where even with my eyes closed.
I also know, I'm sure that once one of the many, close my eyes and prepare for the wall.
(but how do you prepare to slam against a wall?)
the wall This time there will be. Or I will go through as one of the ghosts of Hogwarts.
And then finally open my eyes to what the other side.
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I went back to read my LJ. I wondered how
have changed during this time.
concerned and I relived moments of sadness that I did not remember.
I read words out of my mind as boiling water that overflows from a pot resting on the fire.
I saw who I was and I see who I am.
I see that I make the same mistakes as before.
And I see that I am determined not to become different from me.
I see that I'm hurting like and more than before and I keep butting hard against a wall.
Always the same, although now I know where even with my eyes closed.
I also know, I'm sure that once one of the many, close my eyes and prepare for the wall.
(but how do you prepare to slam against a wall?)
the wall This time there will be. Or I will go through as one of the ghosts of Hogwarts.
And then finally open my eyes to what the other side.
Monday, January 2, 2006
Free Samantha Anderson
I was nominated! evabbeh ..
Against my will I was appointed.
from her
By the way, thanks ... I was really craving a chain ..
Rules:
The first player of this game begins his message with the title "Five your weird habits" and people who are invited to write a message on their blog about their strange habits, must make clear that regulation . At the end you must choose five new people to show and link to their blog or web journal. Do not forget to leave a comment on their blog or journal that says "You've been selected" (if accepted comments) and tell them to read yours.
1 - I write for myself too. My blog is in fact almost unknown. But I'm okay.
2 - I let myself go too much with another person when I feel I can do it. And when I lose, I lose myself.
3 - I have too many illusions and hopes. And I think about it too.
4 - A capoeira continually change my standard of tuition. But my students have become accustomed.
5 - If you believe in something I am used to not give up. At least until I get hurt seriously, and perhaps not even there. At this
point will involve the following fairly random people. I do not want, please.
Comeilmare
malmostosa
mia_wallace
haruka_
goccia_di_luna
Against my will I was appointed.
from her
By the way, thanks ... I was really craving a chain ..
Rules:
The first player of this game begins his message with the title "Five your weird habits" and people who are invited to write a message on their blog about their strange habits, must make clear that regulation . At the end you must choose five new people to show and link to their blog or web journal. Do not forget to leave a comment on their blog or journal that says "You've been selected" (if accepted comments) and tell them to read yours.
1 - I write for myself too. My blog is in fact almost unknown. But I'm okay.
2 - I let myself go too much with another person when I feel I can do it. And when I lose, I lose myself.
3 - I have too many illusions and hopes. And I think about it too.
4 - A capoeira continually change my standard of tuition. But my students have become accustomed.
5 - If you believe in something I am used to not give up. At least until I get hurt seriously, and perhaps not even there. At this
point will involve the following fairly random people. I do not want, please.
Comeilmare
malmostosa
mia_wallace
haruka_
goccia_di_luna
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