Friday, July 30, 2010
Medusa4 3dplus Ubuntu
The music looks back. Upcoming dates
forecast: 17, 18, 19 September 2010.
Three locations: Abbey Leon (22, Dinan), Abbey of La Roe, All Saints Church in Rennes.
More information as soon as the project is finalized.
Scottsdale Az Appraisal District
Dodge Night
Istvhamk How many points? Socal spokesman bullet edges square to light Kalshmua ... and put each one in the corner of the room Infinite dimensions and angles ... And brought down the curtains and swishing the crucified body .. At my mercy .. In preparation for your death fresh ... Hala fed? ... Refer you to your finger on my lips Alnzkp to be silent ... But What are you Besamt ... Thaer tongue ... No point of suppression of unchecked ... Sodah writes at the crossroads Taoivk give to his race ... He began right from the top down and not stop until Iatrdk water Shawki .... Somttih ... To ascend Sute on to where he wants ... To the sky .... what may be the seventh ... or a little farther .... it does not matter .. will not stay long ... Snktef star and turn back the same route ... As if nothing had happened ... He remembers the chest and recognizes Insomnia the night he refused to deal with love Oaqras sleeping .... and still
answer to the texts you ... Who are you?? and Mihrabi
Istvhamk How many points? Socal spokesman bullet edges square to light Kalshmua ... and put each one in the corner of the room Infinite dimensions and angles ... And brought down the curtains and swishing the crucified body .. At my mercy .. In preparation for your death fresh ... Hala fed? ... Refer you to your finger on my lips Alnzkp to be silent ... But What are you Besamt ... Thaer tongue ... No point of suppression of unchecked ... Sodah writes at the crossroads Taoivk give to his race ... He began right from the top down and not stop until Iatrdk water Shawki .... Somttih ... To ascend Sute on to where he wants ... To the sky .... what may be the seventh ... or a little farther .... it does not matter .. will not stay long ... Snktef star and turn back the same route ... As if nothing had happened ... He remembers the chest and recognizes Insomnia the night he refused to deal with love Oaqras sleeping .... and still
answer to the texts you ... Who are you?? and Mihrabi
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Who Does Myammee Hair
Haunting
Just a little bit further.. few months should be enough.. I'm almost dead... few further months and it will be done... Suppressing the traces.. every single trace... all the remaining scraps of feeling... Obtaining finally a piece of ice instead of the heart...
And even if I improve myself... it is still haunting me ... even broken drunk and jagged... it is still haunting me ...more and more...
Loosing the slightest sens of emotion... Unconscious.. mineral... not even feeling the smallest desire, nor the smallest fear, nor the slightest pain...
And Although I improve myself... it is still haunting me.. Even knowing that I'm wrong, it is still haunting me ... more and more ..
Alive but dead ... just an empty body with a shallow mind ... no longer caring at all about your absence that is tearing me .. about your body going into hers, his body in mine, my body and yours ... still haunting me .. still killing me .. more and more ...
And even if I improve myself... it is still haunting me ... even broken drunk and jagged... it is still haunting me ...more and more...
Loosing the slightest sens of emotion... Unconscious.. mineral... not even feeling the smallest desire, nor the smallest fear, nor the slightest pain...
And Although I improve myself... it is still haunting me.. Even knowing that I'm wrong, it is still haunting me ... more and more ..
Alive but dead ... just an empty body with a shallow mind ... no longer caring at all about your absence that is tearing me .. about your body going into hers, his body in mine, my body and yours ... still haunting me .. still killing me .. more and more ...
Monday, July 26, 2010
Rabbit Hutch Dealer Nj
is to grow trees for you from the bowels of lower abdominal ... The cylindrical vessel Stretched .. Puffy Basarp Nkhup
on the brink of upheaval ... Full of hopes ... Smooth, straight, Brushier ... Swallow carefully evil volcano first ... Tkhozh, which is where, basket of wet curious ... Go .. Then back to ... Skating, spin, hide, Received and lost again before the wrap around the crater may be a second flooded lava
...
you will die on her chest and bright is to stay alive for her in its horrors wonderful
...
Monday, July 19, 2010
Creative Soundblaster Extigy Drivers
trees from the window
opened nets
I saw him and saw me
smiled
greeted twice
pressed the button
eyes ran high
failed
hasten the opening of the second button
laughed
Vistqam joy and gratitude
I said "No
No, not yet
not come utensils "
Reply with amazement," What your
Tfajmin letters when you speak?
Besdrick than what HE
with each character said?
Jhrt my eyes, O Madam
sat up and my ears
Vtkelmi ... Speak
Rodi playing tongue
virulent snake
Ozhristi curtain and even
shine the light of the net Chest
and vibrates Kayani
and Iktmi your lips
and Sign the Bhabrha
my credentials to fire unleashed "
net open
and see And see me
and show him His Excellency
be agreeable to him from the encircling are mine
and debating and debating
even Ntml controversy
Nstvid and talk to that
immersed الحروف سياق الكلام
opened nets
I saw him and saw me
smiled
greeted twice
pressed the button
eyes ran high
failed
hasten the opening of the second button
laughed
Vistqam joy and gratitude
I said "No
No, not yet
not come utensils "
Reply with amazement," What your
Tfajmin letters when you speak?
Besdrick than what HE
with each character said?
Jhrt my eyes, O Madam
sat up and my ears
Vtkelmi ... Speak
Rodi playing tongue
virulent snake
Ozhristi curtain and even
shine the light of the net Chest
and vibrates Kayani
and Iktmi your lips
and Sign the Bhabrha
my credentials to fire unleashed "
net open
and see And see me
and show him His Excellency
be agreeable to him from the encircling are mine
and debating and debating
even Ntml controversy
Nstvid and talk to that
immersed الحروف سياق الكلام
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Breakthrough Clip Art
Je confesse ma démence
I declare open the ceremony of homage to love and euphoria. And I will appoint, in the realm of memory, Prince ... Taking with him in his loss, his followers among fans, flowers, birds and mussels that sprang from secret life inside their shells implacable deaf ..
I declare open the ceremony of homage to the light. And I confess the name of sleep on the crater of a volcano and gum oblivion. On behalf of my blood and thine and lineage of our secrets. On behalf of all that I could love or hate. On behalf of all that hurt me and all I have hurt .. I confess that I love you ..
I confess on behalf of the sharp sword of the compass when I lose the north and on behalf of a sunny night ... I confess the name of "yes" and "no" and return to apple ... I confess on behalf of the blade that rises on a naked heart and broken mirrors ... On behalf of difficult goodbyes, the snaps and embraces the joy soured ... On behalf of impulses unleashed the fury of waking up ...
I confess on behalf of the birds flying away from your eyes to my heart ... I confess that I loved you .. once .... and again ...
And if I deny my love for you, my eyelashes testify against my eyes .. And if I wash my hands of you, my right hand will testify against my left hand. My nails will testify against the fiery letters that I hideout. My breath will testify against my lungs. My blood will change direction to counter my heart. My soul will testify against my body. And my picture in your mirrors testify against my face ..
And the day I leave you, or you leave me, I can only look back to discuss your era and confess that I loved you once .. and I continue ...
I declare open the ceremony of homage to love and euphoria. And I will appoint, in the realm of memory, Prince ... Taking with him in his loss, his followers among fans, flowers, birds and mussels that sprang from secret life inside their shells implacable deaf ..
I declare open the ceremony of homage to the light. And I confess the name of sleep on the crater of a volcano and gum oblivion. On behalf of my blood and thine and lineage of our secrets. On behalf of all that I could love or hate. On behalf of all that hurt me and all I have hurt .. I confess that I love you ..
I confess on behalf of the sharp sword of the compass when I lose the north and on behalf of a sunny night ... I confess the name of "yes" and "no" and return to apple ... I confess on behalf of the blade that rises on a naked heart and broken mirrors ... On behalf of difficult goodbyes, the snaps and embraces the joy soured ... On behalf of impulses unleashed the fury of waking up ...
I confess on behalf of the birds flying away from your eyes to my heart ... I confess that I loved you .. once .... and again ...
And if I deny my love for you, my eyelashes testify against my eyes .. And if I wash my hands of you, my right hand will testify against my left hand. My nails will testify against the fiery letters that I hideout. My breath will testify against my lungs. My blood will change direction to counter my heart. My soul will testify against my body. And my picture in your mirrors testify against my face ..
And the day I leave you, or you leave me, I can only look back to discuss your era and confess that I loved you once .. and I continue ...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Wrestling Clothes Designs
Le voleur du feu
I wake incandescent, gullible, drawing my energy directly to the source of life as the moment of my birth, when the hammer comes details befall me ... Hello
horrific daily details! Cut with my kitchen knife the rope that bound me to issue the sea, forests, to death when it is small and enchantment ... Put a stop to with the ringing of my phone, the list of errands to run, found the wrench, the leaky faucet in the shredded body stripped of my moments and the conference Retailer of fresh eggs for a life devoid of freshness ... The appalling details
lacerate me daily with their machete ... and leave behind some bits of me near the light bulb that I must change, some on the ice machine that I need to fix, others among the bills I pay and remains hidden under the pile of clothes for the ritual whirling of lavender ...
Rivers Flow soup burned forgotten ... The smell of fire sprang from the depths like ghosts of people killed who were not avenged ... But nobody sees the reflection of ghosts in the mirror and no one feels their smell ...
The daily details are sharp and protruding fangs as the vampire ... I digress in their mazes, tripping over a cup of coffee and a plate of this soup there ... And the garlic becomes more enormous than Everest ... I Tournaille around it with my fingers puzzled not knowing where to start to peel, while also navigating my head fashion from one planet to another, from one dream to another, a glare to another ...
I tear the shopping list, glues together the rest of my tattered and cons pronunciamento declare my details ... I become Wild, wild and remote ... That all obligations go to hell, their country of origin. They rot in the towns of hypocrisy, the pitch and the display .. What others say about me what they want ... I will not pay the price of my soul of mediocrity! ...
Farewell tiny details ... I resume my being in the continent of insulation. Pure, impetuous as the moment of birth. I wash my depths in the sea of light. And here I am once again a silver fish away by the waves of insatiable and wonder away from the phone ring and gold-plated halls of futility ... I swim towards the inexhaustible source of the blaze in search of the secret sun .. and my lover .. The thief of fire ...
horrific daily details! Cut with my kitchen knife the rope that bound me to issue the sea, forests, to death when it is small and enchantment ... Put a stop to with the ringing of my phone, the list of errands to run, found the wrench, the leaky faucet in the shredded body stripped of my moments and the conference Retailer of fresh eggs for a life devoid of freshness ... The appalling details
lacerate me daily with their machete ... and leave behind some bits of me near the light bulb that I must change, some on the ice machine that I need to fix, others among the bills I pay and remains hidden under the pile of clothes for the ritual whirling of lavender ...
Rivers Flow soup burned forgotten ... The smell of fire sprang from the depths like ghosts of people killed who were not avenged ... But nobody sees the reflection of ghosts in the mirror and no one feels their smell ...
The daily details are sharp and protruding fangs as the vampire ... I digress in their mazes, tripping over a cup of coffee and a plate of this soup there ... And the garlic becomes more enormous than Everest ... I Tournaille around it with my fingers puzzled not knowing where to start to peel, while also navigating my head fashion from one planet to another, from one dream to another, a glare to another ...
I tear the shopping list, glues together the rest of my tattered and cons pronunciamento declare my details ... I become Wild, wild and remote ... That all obligations go to hell, their country of origin. They rot in the towns of hypocrisy, the pitch and the display .. What others say about me what they want ... I will not pay the price of my soul of mediocrity! ...
Farewell tiny details ... I resume my being in the continent of insulation. Pure, impetuous as the moment of birth. I wash my depths in the sea of light. And here I am once again a silver fish away by the waves of insatiable and wonder away from the phone ring and gold-plated halls of futility ... I swim towards the inexhaustible source of the blaze in search of the secret sun .. and my lover .. The thief of fire ...
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Paryż, Marcin Jankowski
in Ca but I can approach more! More than 2 times
sleep in Australia ... crazy stuff!
Kisses my Pomeranians.
PS: Happy Birthday to french and still felicidades a los espanoles!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Als More Condition_symptoms
Red Centre Northern Territory
Hello,
The purpose of this blog approach. J-7 before you return and AC approach, the more time seems long! Finally c is not to say that I'm bored.
after I left Darwin, I have spent a day or J Mataranka benefits of spas. Can J took the bus to Alice Springs and c is that I've started to get very cold and glad to be returning to Belgium in the summer. On the bus, I have rencontreRegis, a french, that I have embarked on the same tower me. When we arrived in Alicante, which is anyway in the open desert, it was gray and the ground was covered with puddles of water. Apparently it has not rained this much since a lease. We got lucky, during the tour, he made great the first 2 days and overcast but dry last. The group was very nice and the guide was exciting.
I let you discover the landscapes that were, themselves, great!
way down south I stopped at Coober Pedy, the opal and the City of underground life, or J visit an orphanage for kangaroos. The I'm in Port Augusta, I wanted to go to or visit the Flinders Ranges but it is s avere a bit expensive so I'm leaving tonight to Adelaide to stay with Terry, my former roommate.
A very very soon.
Kisses.
Mataranka
Hello,
The purpose of this blog approach. J-7 before you return and AC approach, the more time seems long! Finally c is not to say that I'm bored.
after I left Darwin, I have spent a day or J Mataranka benefits of spas. Can J took the bus to Alice Springs and c is that I've started to get very cold and glad to be returning to Belgium in the summer. On the bus, I have rencontreRegis, a french, that I have embarked on the same tower me. When we arrived in Alicante, which is anyway in the open desert, it was gray and the ground was covered with puddles of water. Apparently it has not rained this much since a lease. We got lucky, during the tour, he made great the first 2 days and overcast but dry last. The group was very nice and the guide was exciting.
I let you discover the landscapes that were, themselves, great!
way down south I stopped at Coober Pedy, the opal and the City of underground life, or J visit an orphanage for kangaroos. The I'm in Port Augusta, I wanted to go to or visit the Flinders Ranges but it is s avere a bit expensive so I'm leaving tonight to Adelaide to stay with Terry, my former roommate.
A very very soon.
Kisses.
Mataranka
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
South Park Fishsticks Streams
The big departure
It's hot.
It's hot.
Other than that, believe it or not, I'm leaving tomorrow morning to Magdalen College. Can You Believe It?! I feel like it's been an eternity waiting for this moment ...
I'm very excited, I can not wait to be there, but I'm also pretty nervous ... I do not get along with others? Are they going to accept the fact that I do not speak fluent English? Is what my parents will miss me? Is what I'll find the two weeks long? I ask lots of questions and my head is spinning, turn, turn ... (Although that's not new!)
I intention of keeping a journal at the camp. Upon my return, I'll post excerpts here. :)
Please continue to read me. A special thank you to Myrielle and Michael for your lovely email, which really touched me!
I return on July 20 evening. In the meantime, have a great summer!
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