Sunday, June 29, 2008

When Do You Get A Mount In Wow



philosophize while ago with my friend Richie about freedom. Is there? Oh, we sooo dramatic! And a Saturday where everyone has the social life except us. (Or so we pretend)

I think ... that freedom is relative and in fact I have rarely felt as such, but I can confess that I enjoyed at its best on these trips I've been doing. I leave aside loading bring everything (problems, studies, money, past loves, futures, etc.) and live. Thus, even a minute, an hour a day. Living, nothing more, with no mask, no schedules, no matter what day or night. Surrendering to breathe and throw away the fear. To sit in a place where no one sees you, or just that person you want, "and seeing smoke at night, feeling cold cold COLD on your face and disappear into infinity. Feel that if God exists, is there with you, at that time. To talk about whatever you please, whatever, as it appears. smile, cough, mourn, dance. My freedom is also in close eyes and see. Know that when I close, too close them and see me. It was waking up next to him, saying ah, is it ... And keep sleeping. Reach out and achieve it. (Well said Hegel freedom is a necessity understood.)

To love, you do not need them / they will carry you. Only love and you are free to love and feeling.

He had already stated in a previous cursientrada , but his eyes, I found that kind of freedom. Also told me the other day, found it in my smiles and kisses that were no longer prohibited. My first I was afraid that when be stopped would lose the joke ... and no ... gain much more. And what is missing because ... we are free ... well ... and now ...

And because I've spent these past days not only with production, but also preparing the new house we moved yesterday (surprise !)... what things go into a move (where did all these boxes?), threw everything, everything that was bought, etc, etc ... I walk with a smile on his face for months, many new texts that sprout and bud and do not stop, as the source, so ... anyway ... wanted to tell you that today I prepared breakfast in the new kitchen and I'm fascinated because you have a fireplace in the living room and now I can wait for Santa jojojo or at least be filled with ash when tried to set ... like a coffee?

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Play Music Through Samsung Bluetooth

Death

And if I told you my sea that rings your fault
lying in the world without peace
That your body awareness sprout
for your dreams and the dream I find While
open a gap in your being. Ah
death love without reproach and call me in your tears I show
Both covered the sorry shadow of hours
Both are covered
That gloomy light the underworld
evicted from my nobility.

More .. HERE

What Happened To Heather

love Soledad

Sale
dancing before me in Crystal Lake. A day where four pale soles we burned the skin and overshadowed the moons. Her skirt was soaked fur of acid rain and got rid ... brought one below and made fun of me. We entered a cave that looks like this and I told the story of the network that was used to catch the dreams. As he spoke, biting your nails ... network to hunt dream was not his own invention, but a mad scientist who created the government. To keep us under control, because without our dreams ... What are we? After that I kissed her. He kissed me. Dance with the sound that emerged from the dried branches. Surely if I had died instead, I would also cap the same day, the same image.

What is missing is right here ...

Monday, June 23, 2008

Beat House Arrest Braclet

Gunter, the magnificent

- Gunter'm great! Zaz! No one can get rid of my super avenging sword of the future! I'm going to kill the monster without a head and deliver the world! Tito, played well in the large garden of his house. His sword was sharp wooden table rescued from the trash. He was Gunter, the magnificent. In that be The maid appeared. Lunchtime.

Titus squinted, but pretended not to. Eat? Time to eat ... in the kitchen away from all ... Don Jorge leftovers ... Mom's disapproving glances not mom ... steamed vegetables ever ... tap water ... I'd rather stay with Gunter.

the servant came out great stilts, rolled up his enormous dress that I could not cover his flabby flesh, it snapped his fingers and Tito scampered around the garden. He did not react to the cries of his "nana", he ran open arms, wanting to fly ... I am a seagull flying over the sea ... I'm a pirate assaults bad as Don Jorge .... The sea ... The sea? No. The yellow grass and Chole strong arm by grasping the neck, his other hand through his hair and his sword in the mud puddle. You can follow



reading Letralia

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Tech Deck Hoe Spring Je Ermee

Duda

while ago I smoked the last cigarette from the pack, I threw the cigarette into the garden, I went to the phone and zaz ... had a seedling right where the seed was sown cigar. I was looking
a while and then I realized she was looking at me. Outright. Then I started thinking that he had probably grown to reach listen my conversation with my bad influence with whom talked heatedly project and other things we have together ...

course, the seedling is a gossip ... going to tear it when it springs from a leaf a bud and immediately opens and get a cigar. Camel . Go gift. I took r eserve , so I turned it was the most delicious smoked. The plant is realized, swelled with pleasure and came three cigars that now hang in their hundreds of branches ... I decided to let them ripen until they become pure.

Now the plant around my house my hands and this keyboard. All to snuff smell vanilla. My veins are very green ... I think I have no red blood ... I think it's not me ...

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

How Much Does A Public Defender Cost





WORD LET ME BE YOUR LIPS TO DIE IN ...

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Can Having The Chicken Pox Make You Unfertile

pillow is flooded


Like swim when the soul leaves your back like foam and water slides for my win. The mirror is tarnished by the shame of giving ourselves playing witnesses drops kiss your north and my south. The childhood fear of drowning in your eyes, green crystals, which reflect the tip of the finger that draws the moon tattoo in your breast as an ornament night. You slip my arms making you steam, colándote, fugándonos the world that does not stop raining. It's hard to breathe in such a small place in your hands, tongue-drying water crumbs clinging to the eyelashes trembling fan. While you're in the glow of the liquor drops like sweetness on my neck, I pull out slices of life tonight. I do not break in your laughter. It's time to sleep. There is no time to dry your hair when it's bedtime at your side. Never mind that the new sheets are soaked with the bodies clinging to the wings of another. Just being.

I have as I never had.

Friday, June 6, 2008

My Dad Masterbates Infront Of Me?



love my books. I have loved from the first day I learned to read and love them forever. A week ago, my parents got them the crazy idea that would have to sell my treasures, because everything is very expensive, and Dad's salary is not enough, Charlie's school is very exclusive price of gasoline goes up, and not as easy to hang us from the light of good neighbors, meat is becoming more and more expensive, not enough to eat.

I did not understand until yesterday, when I roared hungry guts. I looked at my books with melancholy and I heard my parents complain again. Filled my eyes with tears. I have no regrets. Carlitos meat is soft and while my parents are in the refrigerator, the meat will last at least until Grandma comes to visit ...