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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)