Chavez Sell-Patria And Robbers

Thursday, June 26, 2008

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 ...