Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Stands For Rent Miami
Wisdom "What we have won?
For you to see clearer, click on the image, but do not encourage it, although I know to certify sick.
For you to see clearer, click on the image, but do not encourage it, although I know to certify sick.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
List Of Organs You Can Donate
"... Come with me on a journey under the skin ... The wind is delicious sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure. The stars are alive and nights like these were born to be sanctified for you and me, lovers ... Come with me on a journey under the skin, be with you is not a sin ... "
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Request Catalog By Mail For Prom Dresses
Drunkenness
drink the wine of your body underneath the covers
your
faces challenges that hit me with pity, as I gnaw
cirrhosis of sin.
I looked all your names, knew the infamous
Bacchus,
stripped me of this leprosy blood
this gangrenous skin lies
and memorized every letter of your body when you alone I
roías liver.
My viscera are ready to be eaten,
ready to devour you with every muscle of
when bile ran the bed, the bed-wetting
fresh grapes.
Diviso dock your pleasures
and
my stay anchored at the edge of your torso, sank in the waters
ethyl
with horse between your legs.
I'm a whore! I am a drunken whore! A whore with a hangover!
your
faces challenges that hit me with pity, as I gnaw
cirrhosis of sin.
I looked all your names, knew the infamous
Bacchus,
stripped me of this leprosy blood
this gangrenous skin lies
and memorized every letter of your body when you alone I
roías liver.
My viscera are ready to be eaten,
ready to devour you with every muscle of
when bile ran the bed, the bed-wetting
fresh grapes.
Diviso dock your pleasures
and
my stay anchored at the edge of your torso, sank in the waters
ethyl
with horse between your legs.
I'm a whore! I am a drunken whore! A whore with a hangover!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Elegant Plastic Plates
'The wind of death in love'
The elderly are hidden in old houses of Las Peñas because death is not aware of this place.
I play with my purple notebook around, hoping someone will be encouraged to open up one of its doors and let me pass.
Thus death and I can not catch me write and play on my notebook purple ... forever.
I play with my purple notebook around, hoping someone will be encouraged to open up one of its doors and let me pass.
Thus death and I can not catch me write and play on my notebook purple ... forever.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
High Elevated Hemmoglobin In The Liver
Jesus in the Plaza San Francisco
I walk by the Plaza San Francisco, like every day when I go to the library, a man approaches me and says, "I am Jesus." He hastily replied: "Nice, permit, and try to follow my path. But he stops me.
- I am Jesus, El Salvador, the son of God.
- I know, but I do not think your father.
I'm leaving.
- I am Jesus, El Salvador, the son of God.
- I know, but I do not think your father.
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
What Is Wind Burn And How Long Does It Last
Finally I am!
7 months have passed since my last post. Resume the writing because I think interesting for me to continue with the topic of Attention Deficit.
Today, I actually found that I am. ADD inattentive. Now I want to confirm it with a proper medical diagnosis. In good times, green sleeves! (Where will that say? *).
It is true that I have taken a long time verification. I do not know if it would be for a certain fear of the result or absolute skepticism, but in any case, I am delighted the finding. And that is the key to everything. Probably this is the reason for returning to the blog.
I have now opened new avenues and possibilities of change to new resources for improvement. I recognize myself excited. And that enthusiasm has led me to revise and improve my past experiences and apply the filter of AD now in order to understand many of the issues that marked my life.
My little story (I): Until today, I've been cheating on my daily life and, like ordinary mortals, developing my own tools to deal with a day to day always I considered "normal" and may now be more appropriately call "habitual", because now I am aware of that initially was not as normal, however if it was indeed difficult. Difficult por las capacidades disponibles frente a las condiciones exigidas en aquellos momentos. Pero para mí, aquello era mi día a día sin más y por tanto mi normalidad.
Mirando atrás, hoy debiera reconocerme ese esfuerzo adicional aplicado durante buena parte de mi vida. Permítaseme la exageración metafórica de equipararlo a hacer un Camino de Santiago transformado en una “pista americana”. Agotador. Pero a pesar de haberlo hecho con cierto dolor y sufrimiento, lo hice sin ninguna consciencia de que haber estado aplicando recursos forzados para rellenar carencias. Desconocedor de ese sobreesfuerzo, para mí, las carencias que yo pudiera tener no eran físicas (mejor debiera decir, químicas), but only limited worth. I did not allow for more. I just knew it did not give the size and he did not know the reasons, this caused me a constant dissatisfaction and enhance a disproportionate level of auto demand in order to meet the expectations at that time my older (parents, teachers, etc. ) had me.
Today is called "attention deficit disorder" and is appropriately documented, studied and shown to respond to biological causes, often genetic.
The stupid to know, does not change anything about my past but it makes a radical difference in vision and approach the future. Because now I can find ways and means to achieve new goals. Welcome to a new era.
7 months have passed since my last post. Resume the writing because I think interesting for me to continue with the topic of Attention Deficit. Today, I actually found that I am. ADD inattentive. Now I want to confirm it with a proper medical diagnosis. In good times, green sleeves! (Where will that say? *).
It is true that I have taken a long time verification. I do not know if it would be for a certain fear of the result or absolute skepticism, but in any case, I am delighted the finding. And that is the key to everything. Probably this is the reason for returning to the blog.
I have now opened new avenues and possibilities of change to new resources for improvement. I recognize myself excited. And that enthusiasm has led me to revise and improve my past experiences and apply the filter of AD now in order to understand many of the issues that marked my life.
My little story (I): Until today, I've been cheating on my daily life and, like ordinary mortals, developing my own tools to deal with a day to day always I considered "normal" and may now be more appropriately call "habitual", because now I am aware of that initially was not as normal, however if it was indeed difficult. Difficult por las capacidades disponibles frente a las condiciones exigidas en aquellos momentos. Pero para mí, aquello era mi día a día sin más y por tanto mi normalidad.
Mirando atrás, hoy debiera reconocerme ese esfuerzo adicional aplicado durante buena parte de mi vida. Permítaseme la exageración metafórica de equipararlo a hacer un Camino de Santiago transformado en una “pista americana”. Agotador. Pero a pesar de haberlo hecho con cierto dolor y sufrimiento, lo hice sin ninguna consciencia de que haber estado aplicando recursos forzados para rellenar carencias. Desconocedor de ese sobreesfuerzo, para mí, las carencias que yo pudiera tener no eran físicas (mejor debiera decir, químicas), but only limited worth. I did not allow for more. I just knew it did not give the size and he did not know the reasons, this caused me a constant dissatisfaction and enhance a disproportionate level of auto demand in order to meet the expectations at that time my older (parents, teachers, etc. ) had me.
Today is called "attention deficit disorder" and is appropriately documented, studied and shown to respond to biological causes, often genetic.
The stupid to know, does not change anything about my past but it makes a radical difference in vision and approach the future. Because now I can find ways and means to achieve new goals. Welcome to a new era.
illusion or ny Hope.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Karol Sobański Rogoźno
Quito know it takes a lifetime and you are too old for that, sometimes not enough to be born here or have lived for many years. This is a magical city and not just because they have wizards or witches, but because with each second it becomes a different city. Dear in your condition you could not even go from north to south, but you will do you escape the east and west. For better not rest on the balcony and tell me what you see and know Quito together.
Cake Boss Buttercream Recipie
The changing city every morning are the same
All my mornings are the same since I live in the capital and is not my life is not a routine beyond the meek, but here mornings are always the same even if they have anything in particular, remain similar, especially mine. Still do not know what it is. Retain that warm the cold of the morning-no cold either in the afternoon or the evening comes close, " sometimes if it has rained stands the smell of wet earth that is mixed with the aroma of brewed coffee and end merging with the perfume of incense. And there is intact hollow anhelándote my sheets, though sometimes the lover turn usurps your place, a place that is yours alone. Every morning is the same from your climb, everything is as you left it, including my spirit withered.
Play Mighty Guy 3 Funbrain
Just around the block
Q – U – I – T – O = QUITO, five letters spelling suspended in time and harmony of nowhere. The city lost me downhill with the smells of the world and look for your skin each vortex still desire the same lust for the first time. Yes, Quito is concentrated scents in the world, but none survives long enough to stay, they fade into each corner round the block. It's like the memory fish lasts only ten seconds, the point is that I am not of Quito, you do.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Pros And Cons For Tadalafil
The grandmother's music box
We
theater when we did not feel pain, when there was
fear or had doubts, we ignored
shadows Callábamos
voices and we played our last performance. We did not look anything
not even a reunion, much less the echo
dead sea waves or wind in the fall not.
sounded
pans while
desquicición of our games are innocent
dump left in the dead daffodils
damn garden.
And we kept our
laughter and sobs
in grandmother's music box
-to today, I've been wound -
I have killed like in those days
bury our treasure
in the messy yard
; family home. We left
and today only see you again.
We
theater when we did not feel pain, when there was
fear or had doubts, we ignored
shadows Callábamos
voices and we played our last performance. We did not look anything
not even a reunion, much less the echo
dead sea waves or wind in the fall not.
sounded
pans while
desquicición of our games are innocent
dump left in the dead daffodils
damn garden.
And we kept our
laughter and sobs
in grandmother's music box
-to today, I've been wound -
I have killed like in those days
bury our treasure
in the messy yard
; family home. We left
and today only see you again.
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