For my little truth
for nature that I am missing
for the grace that I
will I miss
for my little fantasy
for my little freedom
for the harmony that I
for nature that I am missing.
G.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
My 3 Year Old Daughter Discharges
For my little truth
for nature that I am missing
for the grace that I
will I miss
for my little fantasy
for my little freedom
for the harmony that I
for nature that I am missing.
G.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Kristal Sümmers Knov
LEMONS ARE NOT THE OAKS Cosimo Calamini
Cosimo Calamini.
FROM THE NOVEL: Attilio
the end he had not cared that much, to read the news in the paper. A mosque in Montechiasso! Too ridiculous to be true.
"It's going to do some 'stage before the elections."
"Donati always invents one." Col Cresti had made two big laughs, all of those belly, which are good for health.
"Can you imagine the muezzin who wakes us up in the morning: a race with cock Casini."
"For me, the cock of the casino wins," he weighed in CREST, while shearing the hair of Attilio. And down with laughter. 
Cosimo Calamini.
The oaks are not lemons.
pag294
Cover Price € 17.60
publisher Garzanti Milano
Year 2010
Montechiasso is a village perched on a hill in the heart of Tuscany, in the days of clear sky, up there, you can embrace the whole at a glance region. There lives the family Malquori: Attilio, disillusioned communist and former singer of the rock group The Timid, his wife Anita, an identity crisis in his fifties, and her daughter Sara, troubled girl, in his first year of college. Montechiasso But there is also a deep-rooted Islamic community they belong to the imam and his son Khaled Ibn Rushd, secretly linked to Sarah. A day of autumn comes a bombshell: the country will build a large mosque, an alien spacecraft built among the vineyards and the bell. ....
pag294
Cover Price € 17.60
publisher Garzanti Milano
Year 2010
Montechiasso is a village perched on a hill in the heart of Tuscany, in the days of clear sky, up there, you can embrace the whole at a glance region. There lives the family Malquori: Attilio, disillusioned communist and former singer of the rock group The Timid, his wife Anita, an identity crisis in his fifties, and her daughter Sara, troubled girl, in his first year of college. Montechiasso But there is also a deep-rooted Islamic community they belong to the imam and his son Khaled Ibn Rushd, secretly linked to Sarah. A day of autumn comes a bombshell: the country will build a large mosque, an alien spacecraft built among the vineyards and the bell. ....
FROM THE NOVEL: Attilio
the end he had not cared that much, to read the news in the paper. A mosque in Montechiasso! Too ridiculous to be true.
"It's going to do some 'stage before the elections."
"Donati always invents one." Col Cresti had made two big laughs, all of those belly, which are good for health.
"Can you imagine the muezzin who wakes us up in the morning: a race with cock Casini."
"For me, the cock of the casino wins," he weighed in CREST, while shearing the hair of Attilio. And down with laughter.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Birthday Cake For Runner Woman
HAIKU.TANKA Japanese literature, NAGA-UTA
He knew that the olive tree and through the man tried to escape
is plucked, he bowed, his torso split open
is tortured until he was unable to cross. 
Haiku is a short poem of only three verses spread in Japan since the sixteenth century onwards. Its structure is very simple: it is composed of seventeen syllables, divided 5-7-5 in the chain, therefore, requires a great synthesis of thought and 'image. The ability of 'Haijin (The poet) is therefore to express emotions in a few verses.
Under the lash of rain in April
cherry moans.
The haiku is derived from Tanka, a poem of 31 syllables, which dates back to the fourth century. The Tanka is composed of 5 lines with a precise amount of syllables per line: 5-7-5-7-7. Eliminating the last two lines formed the Haiku.
gushes and gushes,
suit, green fountain, ivy long-standing
blackened by the cracks of a wall breached.
Under the lash of rain in April
cherry moans.
The haiku is derived from Tanka, a poem of 31 syllables, which dates back to the fourth century. The Tanka is composed of 5 lines with a precise amount of syllables per line: 5-7-5-7-7. Eliminating the last two lines formed the Haiku.
gushes and gushes,
suit, green fountain, ivy long-standing
blackened by the cracks of a wall breached.
Finally, the NAGA-Huta, consisting of seven verses, 5-7-5-7-5-7 -. You
The composition is then to music, giving orgine to songs played on various instruments and, above all, the shamisen, which became one of the most representative of traditional Japanese music. The legend of the olive
long, that he would become wood for the cross of Jesus, could be summed up in a Naga-uta, provided, that would be impossible to translate it into Japanese culture, music ..
The composition is then to music, giving orgine to songs played on various instruments and, above all, the shamisen, which became one of the most representative of traditional Japanese music. The legend of the olive
long, that he would become wood for the cross of Jesus, could be summed up in a Naga-uta, provided, that would be impossible to translate it into Japanese culture, music ..
He knew that the olive tree and through the man tried to escape
is plucked, he bowed, his torso split open
is tortured until he was unable to cross.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Metal Quarter Pipe Plans
STONE OF PATIENCE Atiq Rahimi
ATIG
Rahim
STONE PATIENCE
Translator: Yasmin MELAOUAH
Giulio Einaudi Editore
YEAR 2009
ISBN 9788806197094
A woman watches a man lying in a bed. The man is unconscious, has a bullet in his head, he fired someone for a trivial reason. In a country like Afghanistan, in a time that could even be today.
She speaks without interruption, as never before. Tells her husband, and finally this silent, many stories that make their story and that of their country. Before she whispers, then cries, gets angry, afraid. She cries. Exit and then return. Still whispering, softly, gently. Take
treatment of humans and also blames him. It alleges that he wanted to be a hero, having chosen the weapons and war to his wife and daughters. It never words for her.
The room is small. Rectangular. This is despite the suffocating walls clear, cyan, and the two tents on grounds of migratory birds spread their wings and picked up a yellow and sky blue.
Holes here and there, let the sun's rays penetrate that end up on the faded stripes of a kilim.
In back of the room there is another tent. Green. Without decoration. Hides a locked door. Or a closet.
The room is empty. Devoid of any ornamentation. Except on the wall that separates the two windows, where it was hung a small khanjar, and above the khanjar a picture of a man with a mustache. He has thirty years. Curly hair. Square face, framed by two basic cut with care. His eyes shine with blacks. They are separated by a hooked nose. The man is not laughing, and yet seems to hold the rice. This gives him a strange appearance as a man who in himself makes a mockery of him watching him. The photo is in black and white, hand colored in shades off. 
ATIG
Rahim
STONE PATIENCE
Translator: Yasmin MELAOUAH
Giulio Einaudi Editore
YEAR 2009
ISBN 9788806197094
A woman watches a man lying in a bed. The man is unconscious, has a bullet in his head, he fired someone for a trivial reason. In a country like Afghanistan, in a time that could even be today.
She speaks without interruption, as never before. Tells her husband, and finally this silent, many stories that make their story and that of their country. Before she whispers, then cries, gets angry, afraid. She cries. Exit and then return. Still whispering, softly, gently. Take
treatment of humans and also blames him. It alleges that he wanted to be a hero, having chosen the weapons and war to his wife and daughters. It never words for her.
INCIPIT
The room is small. Rectangular. This is despite the suffocating walls clear, cyan, and the two tents on grounds of migratory birds spread their wings and picked up a yellow and sky blue.
Holes here and there, let the sun's rays penetrate that end up on the faded stripes of a kilim.
In back of the room there is another tent. Green. Without decoration. Hides a locked door. Or a closet.
The room is empty. Devoid of any ornamentation. Except on the wall that separates the two windows, where it was hung a small khanjar, and above the khanjar a picture of a man with a mustache. He has thirty years. Curly hair. Square face, framed by two basic cut with care. His eyes shine with blacks. They are separated by a hooked nose. The man is not laughing, and yet seems to hold the rice. This gives him a strange appearance as a man who in himself makes a mockery of him watching him. The photo is in black and white, hand colored in shades off.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Paint Chip Sample Ring
GUARDIAN OF THE LIGHT Janette Winterson
TITLE: THE GUARDIAN OF LIGHT
AUTHOR: Jeanette Winterson
TRANSLATOR: CLEAR STRAP ROCK
PUBLISHER: Oxford University Press
PAGES: 239
ISBN: 8804536748
PUBLICATION DATE: 2005
A PIECE OF PAPER:
YOU are carved into the rock that the door swings open when the moon illumina.Tu're the door at the top of the stairs that appears only in the door last six sogni.Tu prigioniero.Tu the free port on the edge of the six mondo.Tu six he opens up the door in a sea of \u200b\u200bstelle.Aprimi. Spalancami. Socchiudimi. Go through and there is anything beyond, can only be achieved as well. From you. Now. In this isolated moment in time that encompasses a lifetime.
AUTHOR: Jeanette Winterson
TRANSLATOR: CLEAR STRAP ROCK
PUBLISHER: Oxford University Press
PAGES: 239
ISBN: 8804536748
PUBLICATION DATE: 2005
THE PLOT OF THE BOOK:
orphan, is adopted by the small Silver Pew, a kind and mysterious character who lives in the lighthouse at Cape Wrath. When dealing tenderly with her, the Pew tells old stories focused on desire, on the eradication, the links and absences that mark our lives. The special tells the story of Babel Dark, a nineteenth local reverend who lived two lives, one public and one private shrouded in darkness bathed in light. Pew's stories are opened before the eyes of Silver as a map to follow to penetrate into its darkness. Small modern-day Ulysses, Silver began as a journey into the stories we tell ourselves, stories of love and loss, passion and desire.
orphan, is adopted by the small Silver Pew, a kind and mysterious character who lives in the lighthouse at Cape Wrath. When dealing tenderly with her, the Pew tells old stories focused on desire, on the eradication, the links and absences that mark our lives. The special tells the story of Babel Dark, a nineteenth local reverend who lived two lives, one public and one private shrouded in darkness bathed in light. Pew's stories are opened before the eyes of Silver as a map to follow to penetrate into its darkness. Small modern-day Ulysses, Silver began as a journey into the stories we tell ourselves, stories of love and loss, passion and desire.
A PIECE OF PAPER:
YOU are carved into the rock that the door swings open when the moon illumina.Tu're the door at the top of the stairs that appears only in the door last six sogni.Tu prigioniero.Tu the free port on the edge of the six mondo.Tu six he opens up the door in a sea of \u200b\u200bstelle.Aprimi. Spalancami. Socchiudimi. Go through and there is anything beyond, can only be achieved as well. From you. Now. In this isolated moment in time that encompasses a lifetime.
What's The G Of A Safety Pin
The Passion of Artemisia - Susan Vreeland
THE PASSION OF ARTEMISIA
SUSAN VREELAND
PUBLISHER Blacks Pozza
Collection: The narrators of the tables
Year 2002 Pages 320 ISBN 88
-7305-887-6
Translated by Francesca Diano
THE PLOT SUMMARY
"Fourteen in May 1612." In the hall of Tor di Nona, the papal court, the notary, a small man enveloped in dark purple, mumbles writing with his quill pen. Two months, and for the first time has not painted on the face expression bored, because today is the expected day of reckoning. Soon, the illustrious Lord Hieronimo Felicio, lieutenant and inquisitor of Rome of His Holiness, will enter the hall, will settle on his high chair, it will accommodate the scarlet robe to look more impressive and will question the woman, young artist for whom Rome has rushed a half left in classrooms of the Inquisition, while the 'assistant to torture "to tighten the strings Sybil's rough around the toes.
Soon we will know if you are the true words of the complaint that the girl's father lodged at the Pope Paul V, the words have been spoken at length in every corner of the Eternal City hours and echo in the minds of everyone in the damp, dark room Tor di Nona, "Agostino Tassi and Artemisia has deflowered my daughter has forced the repeated acts of carnal, dangerous even for me, Orazio Gentileschi, painter and citizen of Rome, Plaintiff poor, so that I have not been possible to obtain the fair return from his talent as a painter. "
Soon we will know if you are the true words of the complaint that the girl's father lodged at the Pope Paul V, the words have been spoken at length in every corner of the Eternal City hours and echo in the minds of everyone in the damp, dark room Tor di Nona, "Agostino Tassi and Artemisia has deflowered my daughter has forced the repeated acts of carnal, dangerous even for me, Orazio Gentileschi, painter and citizen of Rome, Plaintiff poor, so that I have not been possible to obtain the fair return from his talent as a painter. "
A PAGE
I took with me some drawings to show some examples of my work. Cesare Gentile greeted me again opening his arms, revealing the embroidery of her robe. "Forgive me if I called you so soon. And only a demonstration of my enthusiasm. "" I brought you the latest designs, because you can see a preview. "" I'll be honored to see them, because your talent is familiar. " Examined them with great interest, nodding and murmuring in approval, after which he led me into the garden. We walked along the sandy path, bordered by a fence with flowers. "As I said before, I would firstly like painting a female figure. A woman painted by a woman, because that way you can dive deep inside her. You might know secrets that we men, you understand, do not know. Secondly, it must be beautiful, but not too good - not to arouse the envy of my lovely daughters. Good enough, however, so they can see the woman - and therefore themselves - as a work of art. Precious. " Caressed the air with his hands as a mark of sensual curves. "And then, as you know, be a nude." Opened his arms. "Show the woman in all her glory."
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Como Saber El Plp En Matlab
THE FLOWERS OF EVIL Rani Manicka
Title: THE FLOWERS OF THE TEMPLE
Author: RANI MANICKA
Translators: A. Colombo, P. Frezza Pavese
Publisher: Mondadori
Released: 2006
Series: Omnibus
ISBN: 88-04-56053-3
Pages: 391
PLOT
Title: THE FLOWERS OF THE TEMPLE Author: RANI MANICKA
Translators: A. Colombo, P. Frezza Pavese
Publisher: Mondadori
Released: 2006
Series: Omnibus
ISBN: 88-04-56053-3
Pages: 391
PLOT
Beautiful and innocent alike as two drops of water, young sisters Nutan and Zeenat live undisturbed on the island of Bali surrounded by lush vegetation, the enchantment of exotic scents and colors. The pace is slow under the protection of the beloved grandmother Nenek that all the village considered a witch because he speaks with the spirits and cure with spells, until suddenly, after his mother's death, the two girls are forced to move to London ....
a page: Dawn
peeping from the hills when I opened the tiny wooden doors of the ancient altar of the house. Deposited in niches baskets of coconut leaves filled with fruit, flowers and trees and bushes dolciumi.Su all was still and silenzioso.accesi sticks of incense, I closed my eyes and joined in the fresh and fragrant with the palms, and the world disappeared. I could stay like this for an hour, had it not been for an unexpected burst of childish laughter beyond the garden. An echo of that sound, for a moment, I caught her suddenly awoke bagliore.Mi! It was not her. No.Paralizzata Of course, I stared at my hands tight, knuckles white. It could not be her .. yet I dashed to the ground hard on the race to climb the wall. My feet will soon see the familiar cracks between the rocks and reached the top, I saw two girls on four or five years, beautiful in their dance costumes, with large headdress of gold leaves finely worked, that moving the light rifletttevano of morning. When passing in front of our gate the girls with bare feet trampled the shells that the squirrels had dropped during the night. Then, around the corner, disappeared.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Schrodinger Equationmathematica
Title: THE CITY OF ROSES
Author: Dalia Sofer
Translator: CATHERINE LENZI
Publisher: PIEMME
Released: 2008
ISBN-13: 9788838486906
Pages: 318
THE PLOT:
Four people, after the deposition of the Shah in Iran, living up to something unimaginable some time ago:
Isaac, jew, accused of being a spy, imprisoned, tortured, trying to stay shiny and confident thinking of the past and future hopes.
Farnaz, his wife, unable to react, but patient waiting, even when he discovers that he considered loyal and faithful domestic, the revolt against adopting the new logic of social injustice, incited by his son, a fanatic supporter the new system ..
Shirin still too small, but capable of a gesture so naive as risky, aimed at saving other people.
Finally Parviz, the eldest son, sent to study in America, where he knows the bitterness of exile and refugee. A family destroyed, as too often happens, from the madness of war.
COMMENT: A book
very raw, speaking again of the horrors of war, cruelty to animals that use religion as well as absurd reasons to vent their hatred and justify the most horrible can a perpetarare human being against its like, now, suddenly, on a whim of fate "the enemy"!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Como Crakear Un Dongle Safenet Sentinel
Tracy Chevalier - The Lady and the Unicorn
Title THE LADY AND THE UNICORN
AUTHOR: Tracy Chevalier
Translated by Massimo Ortelius
ISBN 88-7305-936-3 288 Pages Publisher
Blacks Pozza
Necklace storytellers
OF TABLES
THE AUTHOR Tracy Chevalier was born in Washington.
In 1984 she moved to England, where he worked for many years as editor.
With Girl with a Pearl Earring (Blacks Pozza, 2000) has obtained, in many countries where the book appeared, a huge success with audiences and critics.
international bestsellers were also his later novels:
Falling Angels (Blacks Pozza, 2002)
The Lady and the Unicorn (Blacks Pozza, 2003).
The Virgin Blue is his first novel
One page of the book
Title THE LADY AND THE UNICORN
AUTHOR: Tracy Chevalier
Translated by Massimo Ortelius
ISBN 88-7305-936-3 288 Pages Publisher
Blacks Pozza
Necklace storytellers
OF TABLES
THE AUTHOR Tracy Chevalier was born in Washington.
In 1984 she moved to England, where he worked for many years as editor.
With Girl with a Pearl Earring (Blacks Pozza, 2000) has obtained, in many countries where the book appeared, a huge success with audiences and critics.
international bestsellers were also his later novels:
Falling Angels (Blacks Pozza, 2002)
The Lady and the Unicorn (Blacks Pozza, 2003).
The Virgin Blue is his first novel
One page of the book
seems a hatchet's jaw Jean Le Viste, his eyes are knife blades. Darted here and there in the room. At the end you are resting on the window behind me.
"I intend to discuss a job with you, Nicolas des Innocents, 'he said, rolling up the sleeves of her dress decorated with rabbit fur and deep red color typical of lawyers. "For this room."
I looked around, without leaking any impression. It is always convenient when you are in front of Jean Le Viste.
"What you have in mind, Monseigneur?"
'Tapestry'
. I had not noticed the use of the plural. "Maybe a couple of coats of arms with your signs, hanging on either side of the door?"
Jean Le Viste has made a face and I am sorry to have spoken.
"I want to cover these walls with tapestry."
"All?"
"Yes."
I redid the room with a glance around this time more carefully. La Grande Salle was not less than ten feet long and five wide. The walls made of stone here, gray and rough, they were very thick. On one of the long walls opened three windows, while the bottom half was occupied by the chimney. To weave the tapestries are necessary to cover the room a craftsman would take several years.
"What would you like to party, Monseigneur?"
I had already designed a tapestry for Jean Le Viste, a coat of arms, of course. It was not difficult to enlarge the size of the arms giving him a tapestry and drawing a bit 'of vegetation as a backdrop.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Which City Has The Hottest Gay
sleep. Here we come again
1.Drill a hole on the collar;
2.agganciare them from the first vertebrae;
3.tirare.
"Slush"
Goodnight.
Goodbye Broken Spine.
GiaLz. 
1.Drill a hole on the collar;
2.agganciare them from the first vertebrae;
3.tirare.
"Slush"
Goodnight.
Goodbye Broken Spine.
GiaLz.
Friday, August 6, 2010
How Many Calories A Cup Of Ham And Bean Soup
's Refusal asocial networks at home and I shut myself away in a sound anti-social.
I dreamed of going to London.
Ambarabaciccicoccò,
GiaLz!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
High Cervix 1 Week Before Af
Good times gonna come?!
ahahahaha!
Have you understood?
ahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Numbered Porcelain Figurines
Afternoon Night
Catatonia in a moment of tiredness,
The # 3 Chopin Nocturne in B I undress
Accentuating the laxity of these movements ...
G. 
Catatonia in a moment of tiredness,
The # 3 Chopin Nocturne in B I undress
Accentuating the laxity of these movements ...
G.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Why Does My Kitten Have A Saggy Belly
Materialism. Adieu. Happy Easter 2010
Soon my perusal of my blog will see the striking 19 years.
I will not be at peace until someone has discovered the Higgs boson.
... I think I have it in your pocket but I think it came out of a hole ...
I need to obscurity. Summary. Without syntax.
And then a fucking nobody reads what is written here ...
cool. To think that the tab on the right [Facebook] people will take even the worst viruses to get others' cocks. Nymphomaniacs.
Trallallà ... there are those who want to stop writing ... ... trallallà now celebrating my birthday on this blog why do not you put more hands for a while ... I begin to think that bloggers are lunatics. I understood.
Particle Physics, save me. Your
, conscious of being formed by meramateria , GiaLz! 
Soon my perusal of my blog will see the striking 19 years.
I will not be at peace until someone has discovered the Higgs boson.
... I think I have it in your pocket but I think it came out of a hole ...
I need to obscurity. Summary. Without syntax.
And then a fucking nobody reads what is written here ...
cool. To think that the tab on the right [Facebook] people will take even the worst viruses to get others' cocks. Nymphomaniacs.
Trallallà ... there are those who want to stop writing ... ... trallallà now celebrating my birthday on this blog why do not you put more hands for a while ... I begin to think that bloggers are lunatics. I understood.
Particle Physics, save me. Your
, conscious of being formed by meramateria , GiaLz!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
How Many Types Of Angina Is There?
[Fabri Fibra]
There are a hundred ways to die,
hundred ways to die,
hundred ways, so many ways, a hundred ways to die.
[Metal Carter]
There are a hundred ways to die,
hundred ways to die,
hundred ways, so many ways, a hundred ways to die.
[Fabri Fibra]
The first way to die is when
iron the clothes and the clips are woven between the wires
maybe you take a sweater for imbalances
comes off the drying rack and fall off the balcony
why I did not board , sometimes even working
if there is water and the current that strikes me from the cable
risk death from the day you are born
every moment is crucial for this
leaving the risks are mainly around the city, I
t'investo
tram stop is hot today, I take a shower to freshen up
then slip on the marble fall and bang your head
I had a party with fireworks Fireworks
lost control, the building exploded
and also to the side, see the dead in the courtyard
you spend with the booster exploded and six from the seat.
Rit.
[Metal Carter]
With you I want nothing to do,
write books about books they call "social withdrawal"
'm studying a brutal way eg 'kill
I hate myself so much that I must mortify
as possible Who is liable True friends say I have scars caused by
I penned plays that dramatize
I have self-esteem under your feet then you wonder why every day I think of death
I would not do it but you can not change the fate that seems crazy not
I know they do not have a worm, I am a worm!
mother did not take it if you do not speak to my father I would mutilate
Meanwhile, the emotion becomes monstrous
see worms in my shopping bags
go to church, come home to find a corpse hanging
, what a surprise!
Rit.
[Fabri Fibra]
There are a hundred ways to die, all run around
if you see a bridge, damn you, do not throw?
the best way to die is the drug
a mix of pills, heroin and other stuff
eaten by a Chinese, so you've got to play
intestinal infection scrotum
at six in the morning threw up in the middle of a meadow Valentino Rossi
I invested in a car drunk.
[Metal Carter]
Oh, I pay a guy pe 'torn to pieces and let me throw in a dumpster
or to suffocate me with a pillow in bed trying to commit suicide
perfect, but it does not exist!
the beauty is that the bill continues.
God exists because the sad
the hell can not resist my desire, there are those who insist
ago and there are those who assist
but being in the world, in bottom, WHAT IS?
Saturday, March 20, 2010
For Sale By Owner Airsoft
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
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life-threatening disease.
Discover how to find out is to be alive to die.
Dying to live is to heal the disease.
But healing means to live.
Grande pondus minds when the time is passing.
How to hold water.
Epicurean memories, Seneca solutions.
Classics problems. My problems.
I get sick again.
And Aphex Twin on air . Maybe I was raised a bit from this pondus.
plunges Or maybe a minute more. And I'll stay here.
How
weighs
the
heart.
Both
by
Lifting
weapons.
weighs
the
heart.
Both
by
Lifting
weapons.
Both then fell
.
.
High terminus haerens
your , shivering in a toga, GiaLz.
The face of the moon
now is brown
CNE is not there is
but it's like to be gone ...
The face of the moon
now is brown
CNE is not there is
but it's like to be gone ...
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Podiatrist Shoes Nursing Recommended
Sometimes he wakes up in breast ...
from the Future Primitive of Dropkick Murphys 2010
I'm new album I Tre Allegri took. Yes, I took it, despite the new sound that at first did not convince me. I took.
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite!
your , waiting for spring to late , GiaLz!
taste the pleasure of waiting * * 
"When I looked over
she pulled up
had at least seven lives
and this was his third
eyes green monkey unhappy
resumed shine
of love does not die
although very similar to hunger
Today, I hunger for you I said I'm hungry now
you
by my feet and began
began to laugh almost "
she pulled up
had at least seven lives
and this was his third
eyes green monkey unhappy
resumed shine
of love does not die
although very similar to hunger
Today, I hunger for you I said I'm hungry now
you
by my feet and began
began to laugh almost "
from the Future Primitive of Dropkick Murphys 2010
I'm new album I Tre Allegri took. Yes, I took it, despite the new sound that at first did not convince me. I took.
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite
oggihofamedite!
your , waiting for spring to late , GiaLz!
taste the pleasure of waiting * *
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Pharmaceutical Calculations Ansel And Stocklosa
... now begins the feud of my cat with the vacuum cleaner Vileda.
Today MiniVaria 1-0 sweep.
But I know it varies attaccherà soon.
... Tell me what makes you
so beautiful ...
"Longtail"
Dropkick Murphys
... Tell me what makes you
so beautiful ...
"Longtail"
Dropkick Murphys
Warning: I am strangely in a good mood.
Yours, Longtail, GiaLz (ah)!
Yours, Longtail, GiaLz (ah)!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Body Opponent Bag Bob Sparring Dummy Vancouver
amazing how just 2 km / h from the death instinct you are running behind, trying to lose that edge that you could get.
I feel useless.
bleed.
G.
ah, tomorrow on the Status of Treaty woman. If not write it anyway, I thought. And I'm not giving up if I say I wanted to be born a man. I wanted to be born a man only to meet more women. But only those who want to be respected, many do not wish at all and running after a pack of cotton wool. And also asking an excuse when they discover the deception. They are the
16:31 and I can not even sleep, so I still give rise to my uselessness.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Calculator For My Car Settlement
Red
A sheet taut in the wind preventing sea view.
The gray sky
from that of the calls.
Arrival.
And I plunge in the first
wind of the end of February.
Yours, devostudiarefisica, GiaLz!
[ now I go to the sea ]
A sheet taut in the wind preventing sea view.
The gray sky
from that of the calls.
Arrival.
And I plunge in the first
wind of the end of February.
Yours, devostudiarefisica, GiaLz!
[ now I go to the sea ]
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Catchy Phrases About Students
Narciso
On a tarnished mirror
observe these turgid meat
turning to the future
I see already the oldest.
Yours, stem cell , GiaLz 
On a tarnished mirror
observe these turgid meat
turning to the future
I see already the oldest.
Yours, stem cell , GiaLz
Friday, February 19, 2010
How Fast Does Pony Express Go
contemplate the majesty Wind
pacing the sea screaming
the infinity of his torment.
your , in utero , GiaLz.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Land Roofing Edmond Ok
In my lifetime I have dedicated 70% of my blog fog. I think. Or at least I have this impression ontological. It would be nice to breathe the mist.
Today I live in the middle of nowhere ... (Italianize for that wonderful Anglo-Saxon expression that is "in the middle of nowhere") just seen there's nothing out here. Only white ... god how I love the fog ...
Ps: my fridge breathe. I swear he breathes. Mom says it is because Class A +.
Pps: Giacomo Leopardi had really understood everything, but everything of life ... and if that Susy that "if you walk into the optical Leopardi ... well ... then I'm sorry for you, from there's no going back. "
PPPS: [initials are beginning to resemble the name of a strange medical protocol or whatever] if you were not here to fuck I would have more time to devote to a lot of things.
your , Leopard ata , GiaLz. 
Today I live in the middle of nowhere ... (Italianize for that wonderful Anglo-Saxon expression that is "in the middle of nowhere") just seen there's nothing out here. Only white ... god how I love the fog ...
so ... my thought is drowned in the infinite and sweet to shipwreck in this sea ...
Ps: my fridge breathe. I swear he breathes. Mom says it is because Class A +.
Pps: Giacomo Leopardi had really understood everything, but everything of life ... and if that Susy that "if you walk into the optical Leopardi ... well ... then I'm sorry for you, from there's no going back. "
PPPS: [initials are beginning to resemble the name of a strange medical protocol or whatever] if you were not here to fuck I would have more time to devote to a lot of things.
your , Leopard ata , GiaLz.
Friday, January 15, 2010
How Do You Delete Saved Games On Gpsphone
"But just because you take it with me and all the people there?"
ecco.questa is a question I often ask myself to people.
"Why inspire violence
This is what we respond.
I give it to violence. Hang from a hook, squartatevi, dissanguatevi, bleached, vomit, scream until you will break the vocal cords.
are destroyed.
missing just a day where everything will lead to yet another folly.
I even cut my hair today, after 15 days since the last time. It did not work. This is serious. SERIOUS.
Basta. Basta. Basta. Basta. Basta. Basta.
I wish I could affect your aorta. Porcaputtana. Quell'aorta button. Kill yourself. And then maybe you say that "youth is a cannibal."
spit shit on the internet waiting for my phone starts to be controlled.
Waiting for the next murder are looking for then I understand that there are more than a normal eighteen year old. With mental health problems. But it's not my fault, I can tell. It is not my fault, why should it be? I was born wanting to save humanity.
I realize to be an interesting case. Yes they are. I also know that this would be the perfect background, the best breeding ground for a potential serial killer.
"I will kill you." But why?
I would say that YOU KILL ME.
... I want here, now, a confession that makes you enjoy seeing me in agony.
Well done, congratulations.
Yours, nerves, GiaLz
Monday, January 4, 2010
Black Death Acrosstic Poem
We often hear of people who autocrocifiggono for failure to notice the depression that was destroying those around him.
I see the clock time to rush. And I feel that I look into the void. Without concluding anything. And I autocrocifiggo for not having noticed before having any serious problem.
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