Tuesday, December 29, 2009

5 Month Old Baby Phlegm In Throat

looked away in three minutes


I apologize for not falling in love with you. There is no reason
doubt it that way.
And if I have to pay this horrible solitude.
I do not get to choose who I love.
is trite, but it's the best excuse I get.
And I admit I miss the opportunities presented to the destination.
You can be happy, there are few reasons to laugh.
're better than you think.
Is it a mistake, is a decision no exits, no end?.
do not know. But I miss your smile, your early-morning meal, flash your touch, your kiss passengers. But I miss you.
accept the selfishness of my heart.
I give it all and you respond with conditions:
can not meet requirements, clauses difficult to please. Limitations
leave you blind in a forest of circumstances that can not grasp. The
gave everything and did not give you anything. There are no recipes to be enamored.
Do your part and you believed every one of my false promises.
let you fool with the brightness of eyes that looked the other way.
There was blood flowing in me.
You're spending the time and the better you get tired of waiting.
There are words in my mouth that will not ever hear.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

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Poem

I had for three minutes, eternal moment.


So far, undaunted, past perfect and present unparalleled as a correction of my mistakes in the future of verbs full of questions.

The same smile, a little longer, experience gained, sustained kisses and joys experienced. The first impression was blind, the nerves could not watch you. In your neck veins bulged twinkling of waiting and phone eyes up and down alongside a sensual do not know what everything around you.

Green was not as touching. I prefer to see and then touch. On the street, in the car, in bed, at table, in the chair.


And do not understand anything because I just heard the silence of your eyes, almost orange, they said a little bit of everything and anything. Again, I heard little or nothing while watching your eyes almost orange, like the sun but cold, like fruit, but sweeter. Seeking and not found. As nonsense words: vanity, window, dreams, eyes, yeah your eyes, almost orange, like fruit, like the sun.


appeared and disappeared in three minutes and returned with the urgent need to see you again, actually reading you. As usual, opening your window day and night of madness and intelligence, that mix of flavors that you waste with your fingers, giving me food for virtual renaissance in the box that comes with my loneliness. The hate both but not leave you alone, which allows me to dream of the company of your eyes, almost orange, those, like fruit, like the sun. The reason for seeking your attention, ask permission to talk and know more. A surreal experience I have in anxiety and fatigue became almost see your eyes oranges, these, the fruit, the sun, which I recorded in a poem of three minutes.


Short but sincere, simple, ethereal dreams.



Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Futanari Operation Manga

still saying these things ... I hope I'm wrong ...

At home, at about 4am, I leave as a gentleman.

- Let me know when you get
- Ok

5 minutes later, driving the way back home the phone rings. I see his name, it sounds again and no longer resumes. And now?

back under him.

- Hello
- Are we there yet?
- Nah! just go on ...

And that was the beginning. We talked until I got home. I parked the car and keep talking. I went on and on. I threw myself on the couch to continue talking. She in her bed about to sleep. And I:

- ... and at this point would be the phone to be by your side in bed, talking to the ear ...
- So you're talking in your ear ...
- You know what I mean ...
- Come on, keep saying these things and one of these days I say take your tiliches and away to live together
- Hahahaha

one in my time out, walked, was known, went to the movies and picked up before going to live together.

Snif!

never in my time I spent over an hour on the phone.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Mario Salieri Concept 2



Today my car is not running, so get out and walk to the bus stop. As you go upstairs and I go around the middle where it faces a window through which I see a girl walking. Black hair in curls, long curly hair half back, large buttocks, buttocks those that seem to go from waist to mid-thigh, ah yes, and the strut, the swagger characteristic of walking who knows his own world. Then the face, a small, thin face, those who pretend to age, and lens. That reminded me both of whom fell in love. That

college girl with pretensions, wanting to be a real economist and applied research in any field (or so you said). That girl who read lots of books, whose pretext to read best-sellers was "not to walk me talking." The girl cocacola who walked the aisles hello everyone. Which did not see the time came to finish his degree and a graduate degree and have a nice house for herself and a car of those who now buy the yuppies. Which wanted to conquer the world and be somebody.

how I liked all that.

But now no graduate, no cute little house or car for yuppies. There are more than the Lady

... Hopefully I'm wrong.

O is pure jealousy to me to give you the name. Pue'que.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Oatmeal And Your Stomach

My first Nobes

After that night we remain see us the next day.

I went through it early, ie day, not if we were going to the movies or eating or whatever. I remember I saw her leave her house and smiled, still not believing what had happened just hours before. We walked until we

. "Hello." She was waving a small kiss on the mouth and I put my cheek.

do not know why I did that, was a reflection.

Until today I still mortified by that first Nobes.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Treating Ringworm In Black Men

Lately, I do not think of you at all

The width of your hips, the brevity of your waist,
the length of your hair, the black of your eyes,
the tone of your voice, the smell of your neck,
the warmth of your hands, cold in your heart.

evenings at home watching TV,
nights out, empty bottles,
evening together, the talk nonsense.

I recognize in the faces and gestures


and silhouettes and poses.

all others.


I forget but I can not even stop thinking about your name.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Where Can I Get Iron On Transfer Sheets London

pedas Log, Stardate 15082009 Dear

I sincerely believe that one day miss all those weekends and what happens to me for, then I will come to read the block of nostalgia to mourn ... so I'm writing my boring logs peda.

This time it was thought out. Jenn Just last week I had two days off and would not give chance to do it again; LaOtra left me with a tequierodany passionate when I thought it best to turn down the heat, I say, not looking for a tie and this fear ever-present commitment (well, I'm a chicken), so I would shut up watching movies and cello.

But fate, oh! destiny ...

pambol

With that the international integration and IT and other corporate mothers have made new friends. One of them asked me who organized the celebrations on his birthday, actually invited a number but I signed up immediately with a " going, chela is my favorite sport after rawk" . I should clarify that because of my boss, the team have a certain reputation, unfairly I think, "suckers" and "clowns" (bueeeno, just a little), so that interaction with other areas is reduced to occasional "hello "in the corridors. And do not tell the women barely know one another and in my area are not, so you can imagine, one passes from pure testosterone, and that's not good.

So, although I left work late and my car was the baby and capriciously refused to start, I jumped. There were only three girls and two to three types. The most salvageable was the waitress showing waist and caderota, * cof * cof * sweetie *. The bigcola is llevadita and jotez was making jokes (I do not like dog and not walk like the rest does not mean that I am a fag). By the end of the night we were few, the acompaƱanante cumpeaƱero and led me to where I left my car. "Do we follow?" if clear, and followed for a few blocks, I recognized the area, toss them high in farewell and went where I knew. [Insert here blackout on the way back, ouch ] . I got home, parked the ship and slept as I could. Before noon I was awake with a mild headache that lasted until nearly 6pm.

On Saturday and was referred to another birthday party, but the harsh screaming at me that it was best to sleep and rest and that it was not for these jogs. After two aspirin, a nap and feel like I prepared necear. My brodi told me that he had already arrived and the party was well flirty , I checked on arrival: a large garden, covered terrace, candles, chairs, tables, sound, dj, music, beer, rum, vodka, whiskey, tequila, women, friends and necessary for a memorable holiday. But that was just the beginning, there were rocket-like in-town festival in honor of the birthday girl (someday, perhaps, come to love someone so much as to make it a bash as well, sniff) and as at midnight, for the monchis, flautas and quesadillas. The music was cool: rockcito tired of girls and some classic rawk, of course there were other classic (as the track that adorns this post) and other blame rolas that everyone knows, but only recognize it farts.

In these I was, chatting with my very tranquis brodi and the birthday girl's sister rang a grounder and started to sing and dance for me. A girl approached me with this smile, she and I also conducted an pedagogical and dance together while we recognized our bodies (as we learned about arrimones), two rolas then I said "what you want eh" and returned to his friends. "And she, what hand wave?" I do not know, I just know, ho! 's still looking and one of those I said vaaass ps, or you had opportunities and How often . I made a sign wave "we go?" And became a closer. The fart was that his friends realized and never let her go. Something had to invent and danced for a while. Or fart. No drunksex.

At about 5am Pris asked us to turn off the music to be the last foolish, and with them my almostOneNightStand, sniff! We stayed another while putting rolas for us until we said goodbye. Now if I followed my around the peri brodi from insurgents south to the viaduct, then take to his house and I to mine.

good thing to leave at that time of the holidays is that you mix with normal people who go to work at 6am and there is no breathalyzer or anything. Ja! yeah right, on Sunday, deluded.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Ross Kemp On Gangs Jamica Music

Journal of peda ...

The first Friday was one of those where you run out of ways to go, I do not recall why I canceled (and canceled, sent the rubber to two and a Pao Ale, sometimes a bit me-I quote- .) The joke is that I ended up calling a friend not seen for a long time.

- Have you been exercising?
- Yes, a little
- skinny I can see it took a lot

wave their "Will you marry me?" And when he is playing and with malice to me mello continues to question, not yet is to answer or how to behave. Yes! know it's a game, but played chingasatumadre or so of rough is not it?. Anyway, after the scare and everything else, the conversation pleasant: "You walk with someone? I do not want to share . No, as you think, who will walk with me?. not be a liar. really! long since I have no girlfriend, you know. And mothers! that gives me a nice hickey on his neck. Now you're mine said. DOH!

For Saturday night I was planning to go out with Jenn. Even I noticed the "prize" in the neck but managed to fade it a bit, [Thanks! ;), If it worked] and had to wear a shirt to hide it anymore, just in case. We would be at about 9pm on the subway because I paid the ship. I left from before and almost at 9 sends me an sms saying it would come to around 10. " ( Bah! ) I hope, no fart, I already left (and what it ) ." And there I was waiting on the subway. Before the 10 other sms where I said that just goes on the road. For those moments I was expecting the fateful post where I was canceling and I said that we would be "the next (GRRRR! old traumas, their grants discuparƔn) but if you came, and to around 11 we left the subway to go to Chela. We

little time (or until we ran, as it were), then we went home and just sent me reaching for the chelas to oxxo nearby. I offered to buy a ticket and I said "Pay me at the end of love, after the service." You can get rid of laughter (as usual ) and I get a (classical) "Oh Danny, who told me you were seriously misled me" ( the story of my life ). Total I went out late at night as a good male to provide for their female reserves, and there I have a tile loading 12pack of Indian chelas at night and on the street. Drank and listen to music, and later settled back in my legs until he fell asleep. If that is not love does not know the hell is (ok, need not answer) I spent the rest of Sunday and stayed at home to see us next Saturday, go eat, and chelas cinito night. Pure hand routine.

During the week I asked Andy if he knew Pate Fua. No idea, I know they are a band but that's . Play at the Lunario and was bound to accompany me. I remembered that Alicia would be playing in the same Saturday for only 70 bucks (compared to 250 of Lunario), but had stayed with Jenn for this Saturday!. What did I do? Invited Jenn to the Alicia Stoner played this Friday with the idea that this may disclose and tired and do not see us until next weekend, it was the perfect plan * evil smile *, but just on Friday Jenn and I canceled the event moved to Saturday as it originally was. As I walked out of looking foolish and did not want to miss the stoner played ended up walking to a friend (who introduced me to Jenn). Precopeo First, from there to Alicia, then birthdays and the end fell by xochimilco in the bar where they Bety and squat. I think he was better than Jenn ... well no. On Saturday

Jenn was to call out of school and agree. The good news is that Andy had not invited yet and does not look bad with Pate Fua. Jenn Soon after I called to cancel, saying he felt sick; everything fell into place (again, but now the reverse) to invite Andy to Alicia and see Pate Fua, nor did the offended me Jenn I think it was for real and less obvious. I finished watching Total Pate Fua a few meters.

Someday all this karma is going to go over, like a locomotive with a can of soda.

The good news is it will be a quick death =)

On Sunday, with only 4 hours of sleep I went out early to a party of people, micheladas street, fair, bumper cars, pulque, nap in chair and come home at night. On Monday I took a shitload of work and I wake up very late to work, wave 10.30am. The good news is that there is no boss.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Bearded Dragon Leg Paralysis Recovery

# yosiledaba

(not visible here, but their illustrations and watch them on yuotube)

I'm so sad to see monuments like this are in ruins ...

... and now.

I will mourn for a while.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Converting Dvi To Coaxial

... or a picture on your so to what

I leave the bathroom, in the asshole as always, thinking of the droplet and the treacherous "fart but it would bring black pants ^ ^". I shut the door behind me and turn his eyes ...

A split second where nearly greeting: "Jenn!"

But no, not Jenn. Here is the girl, the black hair that-not-a-black-but-is-what-painted-black, thin, wide hip, the shorty, curly hair, the white skin of drained buttocks, which I like but who is married. I had thought about before (that they are alike), but always told me that right click nel, it was not possible to resemble, or little bit!, Which anyway I like all women and I have a "type of woman", which as we think!, ideas yours.

This time the reason did not have time to say "peep." It seems too much.

- Angela =)
- Daniel =) Continue

glass door and continue your hips with your eyes, I stop to get behind it, opens the door and entered.

- Bai.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

How Strict Is Flybe On Baggage?

Mom, the internets I want to go crazy

was dreaming not that mother So to tweet all day and made me play yoville tuptututuput dreamed pixelated. And something happened in my dream I felt weird, uncomfortable, and no, it was my dick in tuptututuput 8 bits. Did not know that was what woke me up, (or half awake) tuptututuput but I began to listen more carefully, even in dreams. Funny, nothing now, I'm sure I heard something, if not because I left my dream, I have it so heavy (the dream) that it is difficult for something to wake me up. Who knows, the better I sleep at new tuptututuput Dick, what the hell is this, dammit?

Ideas mine certainly be what I was dreaming. Better go back to sleep, as well as just watch it is 5, I can still rest 4 others tuptututuput horitazzzzZZZZzzzz zzz .. zzzzz ... tuptututuput Yastuvo, no mames. I open my eyes, half asleep, and everything is dark, almost total, broken only by the light bulb flashing on the modem there, the green light on my woofer speakers around here next to my bed, the little blue LED external hard drive LEDs of the lap barely see and tuptututuput it. Oo

Pongo

more attention and only hear the gentle hum of the external hard drive, like a purr, no more noise. Well, also the sound of the bed while I tuptututuput accommodation to listen better, like my position in bed to help me. Reasonable attempt to discover it can provoke a "rhythmic noise as an animal? Perhaps the rats that live under my bed trying to train him to let him rest snacks. What if the other side is the tuptututuput the wall? Someone is sticking / escarvando / working but ... with so much rhythm tuptututuput? I imagine someone digging a tunnel with spoons to escape from prison. And no mames, qiuen know I sleep better tuptututuput

tuptututuput

... tuptututuput

ARRRRRGH!! I sit up a bit and get my head on one side of the bed expecting that at any moment a giant rat throw a deadly bite me, or at least tell me "do fart dude." I feel like tuptututuput I was in the guillotine, of course, somewhat sleepy but so must have felt all of them.

tuptututuput

or because you do not move me the fucking little noise that I close my eyes and I feel I'm tuptututuput stayed on the edge of the bed with his head hanging tuptututuput (no longer) I little sleep escapes I have left, and all is silent tuptututuput interrupted by that "tuptututuput" that always sounds the same but not at equal intervals, that is the strangest thing. Tuptututuput

I think and think and think tuptututuput . And if they are knocking on the door? So low? Tuptututuput . I'm looking at the door to see what time released by me laugh noises. No, the door is not. I stared at the laptop, I see the speaker cable plugged tuptututuput and see again the LED that tells me that the speakers are on. JUM. Step tuptututuput my hand behind the woofer box to tuptututuput groping find the switch tup CLICK!

JOEEEEPUTAAA!

zzz zzzz zzzzz zzzzz ZZZZ ZZZZ zzzzzZZZz

Monday, July 20, 2009

Multiple Birthday Invitation Wording

"metaphor you in my life, ant"

If any of you, dear readers, is appalled that women are "used" as "sex objects" or politically incorrect things like calling black people "black", please close this window.

Thanks.

With several years experience in those places I got to where the type of input - two , I said and after the "minor revision" took us to a huge semicircular couch removed from the track. By now you know very well that track tables are an unnecessary luxury (and safe torticollis), while places with best view are the high and relatively far from the track. We had barely settled and ordered a couple of chelas when that lady started to get me tickets conversation, I remembered those years until after a while. I said the next anniversary (the mother meets 9 years and I went there since it opened) of the celebrations, invitations, reservations for these days, what's new in the chow (now there are comedians and DJs and live band) of my knowledge (which of course are no longer) and so for a while until most accomplished bored.

The first to arrive at our chair was a black-haired girl's neck, clad in a black body leaving network admire his well-formed body and a very good-looking hip capping a strong and shapely legs (probably gym ) attractive to say the least, this girl came and sat next to my cousin, who, pa 'put it bluntly, if you face him. The other next to me, a skinny no joke, nor in the body or face, "clothed" with some claiming to be from the 20 and a hat with a headdress. Attempted the talk, get us some drink, a dance, in short, both doing their job ... and both ended up going, mine first, of course.

The next thing she sat with me had some left in some South American country accent, wore a black minidress perfectly matched with his hair and big eyes, all black in it, generally well done but little production. I had the perfect body (surgery) to others but it was not a no joke as before, also had some nice long legs, something like the prettier friend we all have. This SI was nice, talked highly of festivals, night clubs, the sleepless, till he saw that he was not going to get anything me ... and there goes the second.

The third was a blonde, tall and thin, buttocks and breasts small but defiant, a figure superestilizada with a great production to highlight her eyes and face of covergirl triplex. Black mini dress complete with socks "natural" color and black league, the personification of wetdream many of us, I'm sure. He also was left alone for a while as we talked about anything, and the ticket sellers were fired at me incredulously as if to say "no" ? "I wondered what would follow if every time someone was hitting the next was better.

I was not wrong. A black im-pre-sio-nan-te, long curly hair, a face that did not stop lying his few twenties. Lush or what follows. What I was wearing did not hide the great body but that genetics had given him, and last but not least, was gentle, kind, pleasant and a nice smile. - Where are you? - De Santo Domingo, daddy. Rachel was her name and almost convinces me to spend some money on a worn. I told him that for years had been through it and came in a very quiet plan, which only brought my cousin (who at that time was entertained to a blonde, who came 2nd with him) - Oh ternuritaaa ! - managed to say. - I hope for the next animes you , and winked at me - course, nice to meet Rachel (and i mean it)

Enough for one night, we count and CRM bule was present . The waiter arrived without the account but with an extra couple of beers, was about to point out that there must be a mistake because we had not asked for anything, except the account. - Courtesy of the house said and talked about the VIP membership (pppfff!) and as I had been a "client" was interested in preserving and come back soon. Indeed, if membership is appropriate (and free hand) je! total we enjoy our courtesies and a few minutes of the performances of the girls while we were given the membership.

A minute later, another girl up to the door, the ticket sellers almost shouted, "Look Danny, as you like, or sent to do to you" A h chinga, since I know my tastes here . He was fully clothed, from head to toe with a loose outfit of black and white Jester, hood and mask included, allowing little or nothing to guess the face or body of the owner of those buttocks that boasted broad and generous (without to be exaggerated)

Shortly after the waiter came and said something like "Look girl, what I was booking." I bring a photo in front of my kind of woman or the hell? When the moment of unveiling was not wrong, a nice, round butt on that wide hips, legs a la rumba, fair skin and straight hair, brown, a thin torso with tiny tits, all natural in it. It was something like together in one beautiful woman's tenderness and simplicity of Deb the body of Brianna Love . Or to be exact, something like Haley Paige (with A cup), yep, something like that. I loved it. We

few minutes as we drank the last sips of the beer, while smiling on the inside and had a moment of mystical illumination. If not for my fear of commitment high esteem (high for an ugly guy like me) and would like the first or second eyes that made me or told me doll. At this point I'm a fool singles, I have quoted this, sucker, "and it was fashionable" and some other beauties. No doubt there who think I think a coke in the desert. Meh! The truth is that yes, this keeps getting better.

... I just hope that when the right time is not time to go too. Metaphor

you in my life, ant;
metaphor demis eyes are sad.
Buba, Jose Quintero.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Trading Pokemon On Mac Vba

What are you afraid of? BRIEF REPORT NO REASON




You Afraid of what you could possibly believe. A utopia of a close touch, a hug sense, a crunchy bite. I feel like you're afraid of you. I fear your fear of being discovered and above all realize you're afraid you're so alone like me, although on paper, on screen and on mobile we be accompanied.
You Afraid to stop me beg you to sleep, cuddled, wanting to kiss you and accept that I may.
You Afraid not resist the sleeping while I make your lips and move your mouth in a negative signal, meaning that you think are in a deep sleep, when your skin above the note you want, your pores smell me.
Even kissing Cinderellas left dormant.
you afraid I like the smell of your hair and kiss your forehead to the impossibility of your lips. You're afraid to follow you like to pat my chest above the nightgown, to tell you that do not follow me hugging. You fear that you ask that you stay a little while longer with me.
I know that you fear our bodies dancing, sexy and liabilities at the same pace, crossing our eyes trying to pretend that there is indifference. I feel like you're afraid of you. I fear for me as I love you.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Free Brent Corriganpsp




SUDDENLY LEFT ME WITH NOTHING TO SAY AND I stood in that corner A LOST YOUR EYES LOOK AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN DARK. It reflects

A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR DREAMS THEY WERE MINE. BECAUSE MINE IN THE NIGHT WHEN YOUR SHOES UNDER MY BED DORM We played to make us the dead and we walked IMAGINE LOOKING FOR THE CLOUDS GOD. I PREGUTNABA

WHAT WAS THE EASIEST WAY TO DIE AND NOT ANSWER ANY Hajar, a reflection that looks WAS IN MY SOUL OF SOLITUDE YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LOSE MORE TO WHOM YOU LOVE no apparent reason. SO CLOSE YOUR EYES WITHOUT DYING.

NO LOVE WHEN YOU WANT BUT WHEN YOU CAN.

WHITE WALLS THAT CORNER Cool ME BACK LIKE A STUCK IN MY COLUMN ICE, showed signs of despair BUT THERE WAS NO ONE TO HELP AND YOUR EYES STILL GONE WITH IMMUNE TO A FUTURE THAT IT WAS NOT MINE.

WAS NOT MINE BECAUSE WHEN I ASKED THE ROSE WALLS OF INCHES TO METERS, MILES AND THE WALL CAME PEDESTAL SHARP NEEDLES THAT WOULD MAKE ME THE MINIMUM ROCE BLEEDING TO DROP MY GUTS.

IS NOT A SIMPLE STORY disaffection. YOU EVEN THINK

. AND FAR AWAY AS YOU FIND YOU THINK.

VACUUM AND FORGOTTEN HOW YOU FEEL ME THINK.