Monday, November 22, 2010

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All girls I meet are small and brown. They come
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their hair undulates as brown as flexible loops.


Usually, when it raised my eyes, they come alive
so colorful.
Their pink lips while they stir the parent
apparel finely matched as the source code. They occupy
and easily decorate any location * I * their reserves.


If sometimes I touches = "they change their appearance."
Some withdraw, turn gray and freeze.
But others maintain their style * and bare with class ...



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Friday, November 19, 2010

Milena Velba Tracktor

Archives ... 2005

Sunday, November 14, 2010

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Sunshine [an unblemished sky ...].






I asked them to leave the climate of gray powder, a sky soiled linens, to recover heat. I asked to leave behind the rain showers to the successor between two storms * . I'm lying beside a pool with rippling composes music to accompany the sun * of Andalusia.

I have lost weight following a long illness. I smile thinking that I finally reached the weight * after which I ran my whole life. I've always hated running this ad that the finish line.

I have waited, plugged at the end of a needle, a drip * sells his wares while I twitter nonsense in broadband. I have many patients in rooms * more or less set for it.

I mistaken the time line by adding the tiles on the floor and the number of curtain rings. Counting helps me pass the time while I look away * . The pool has smooth edges and the sky above me is spotless.

I spent much of her bottom on the mp3, revisited my classical Alain Bashung * through * Roger Waters . And a few others that made me move the toes. It's funny how a foot is structured, the various movements it is capable of producing.

I redid the tower property, visited the corners * , hectares of my past lives. I weed here or there, redefined some massive detail. I myself have traveled all this way and chosen one all these paths arriving here. What's the regret that can not be repeated? I have no regrets, come to this.

The location of the amputation conjugation.

I am peaceful in sunny Andalusia * . It's hot, my body starts to melt, to liquefy. I suddenly weighs much heavier. But it is a beneficial weight, like a quilt when the chamber is filled with around an icy reaction. My Lou is there smiling at me ...


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I do not know who had initiated hi this blog about our own death. Maybe Sarkofrance * but I'm not really sure. In any case, my contribution to the subject. In the end, it can wait for cons, today, I want the sun!


Photo cubn6 , all rights reserved.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Is Actor Vijay A Hindu?

Research [dead or alive ...]





For demonstration purposes, I invite you to try an experiment: Take a child by the hand. Any which, a Walloon, a Flemish, even a small child * Brussels disabled, who cares, it's only to be included in the set. But not this one is mine, you never know.

other hand, here's an apple * . Place the apple on the head of the child. If you have found a little girl, even better, compared to the prettiness of the numbers. This is truly a beautiful setting. A few steps back, a little longer. There.

Now, slowly pull out the crossbow * that you hide under your jacket. Or that you had slipped into your handbag, if you're a lady. Insist the child to keep quiet.

Sometimes the sight of the weapon awakens in them I do not know what primal instinct, like tears or cries but also other physical manifestations * most unexpected. I do not doubt that you will calm him down. Kids * are sometimes so boring we regret they are delivered with a switch.

Now, highlight and line your dart playing with fruit chubby. Do not move. What's going on?

Nothing.

The apple is there, in the heart of a drama which will disappear
certainly but she does not think a moment to step aside. No movement to avoid an end. She stayed there, oblivious to his fate, proud and snobbish face death. No action, it remains available * you decide the fate for her.

As she does not move, we conclude that the apple is not a living being.

You know it's difficult to separate the story that lives and what does not live. Do not confuse what is with what death was never endowed with life. The idea of determining the motion,
* the ability to move as the main criterion was quickly found overtaken by the facts.

trees always seem to do on-site even if the forest is progressing and that the wood beforehand. And plants are however many living beings as they age and breed. But what about these jellyfish * whose life cycles are repeated ad libitum Aeternum these anemones and sea * to whom it is enough to draw on beans to get the heirs?

It's been a long time we asked the question for viruses: alive or inert? Depending on where we place the circumlocutions * are complicated not to say: a cluster of cells, a combination of biological particles, any kind of expression to circumvent the difficulty of knowing where the squeeze.

If you let a virus alone in a neutral location * it nothing happens. Even lying on the apple that is placed on the child's head, he will not move and remains available to the destination you choose for him. No reaction.

As long as it does not find the host that he waits for Prince Charming * who come to him out of sleep, the virus is not alive. It does not IS. It comes to life inside the cell from someone else. A sort of Tanguy * but with a few thousand friends at home. And that recur, see, that's disgusting.

Sometimes lively, sometimes not.

Scientists * scratched their heads debating among themselves the status of this "thing". And you know what? By dint of observations, they ended up falling ill on a virus. A virus that had caught a virus! However, as Wikipedia reminds * :

" All living beings can be infected by viruses."

QED. End of the experiment 1.



booby-Note: remember to return the child to his mother
we did not get in trouble with the authorities ...



1. I read this news on Life Science @ but I have found no trace on the internet.



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The original photo is Lola Mansurov *

Monday, November 1, 2010

Tsunade, Nico Robin And Nami, Rangiku

ripe fruits [sing all summer!]. Maceration

un vieil homme barbu chante devant une cabane en bois



The problem when you are an aging singer, not so much the physical. Provided that you know accept losing your hair and take a flop, everything is going pretty well and it is in the order of things. If the years keeps your voice and your breath is just if you notice the absence of your lame * legendary.

The real worry is that your fans * age at the same pace as you. It is by far the period where you were when you started dancing body as flexible vines bursting with life. * We must recognize that, while in their faces, lignification progressed in his work, you keep for you, the integrity of your memory * . You also have a very good view.

And if it happens that you fall on a kitten who loves * rather overripe fruit, you learn in conversation that she has, as a sincere desire, to know that this closely * male archetype who were so thrilled his mother, to the best of his youth ...


is Stuart Chalmers * about this photo.

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