Sunday, June 27, 2010

What Do African Dancers Wear

Egocentric Voting

There is always someone who wants to talk, I urge vomit what happens. Three fuck cares if someone else is speaking, merely echo that he considers his existence than that of others or because their problem is more important, has to step over anyone. No, not like!

It happens in college, when the teacher asks someone in particular and the girl jumps like boiled milk, with a response that is not correct either, fucking the professor and his companion. Not to mention that your response is accompanied by: "For sho thought, if you type", "and could not sher something ashi as ...". No dear, you do not think, because if you would finally know that when they say "only answer so ', you will be well coy you have your mouth and your accent beware of San Isidro and nice people.

Another case. I have a friend who is getting married soon and have to make farewell (yes, again). We meet to organize, it was decided among other things and always dress (same as always) have to leave that she is going to get the best costume, best dressed, best makeup to be the best. But if not your going away party, you're NOT the honoree, "so you had attention deficit girl that we want to make now? And explain to me because you want to upholster the walls with gourds? You're gonna get, and you'll marry and we're going to give so much comfort you can provide all the chambers of your body, so let us damn good.


Is not happening to you that there is always someone who wants to be queen of the night?



(do not worry Carmen, you're the only and do not arrive or heels)


Thursday, June 24, 2010

What Gift To Give To A Stroke Patient

"endless tears, forever joy"

Seeking a phrase in your words tell me what you think, I speak a little of your feelings, ego-click it, you see? - Something that responds to questions I dare not make, questions to which answers can only imagine so I guess in your eyes. And yet, thinking so many questions, I bite my tongue every time: if tomorrow I want, if you're comfortable with me, if we are together, if we do not see you, whom you will, if you're having fun, if there is someone else ... IF ...

I learned (at the rate of collapse of heart) enjoy the moment (or a night ... and another ... and another night), not to worry. And I've learned to be happy with smiles, with your gasps, your pleasure, your talk, your company, your "I'll go crazy," each day, not knowing whether tomorrow or be beaten. All

. So many

.

Questions that do not want to know the answer because everything was as you said it, so natural so pretty.

One learns, over time, it's useless whip, nobody is comfortable with an experienced, that to be good, you first have to become the other person ... and that is why you see me smile, and laugh and be happy as much as I am now, right now.

Although ... maybe, just maybe, most likely, "is thinking about what will become of me when you're not with me.

Somebody to hold my hand
Someone who Understands
Somebody to help me write The poetry of life

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Bump On A Dog With Puss

Confessions



I confess. Not my problem you like to lie.

boldly came back before me to show me your red lips. These same swell before your allergy beard. Which I kissed until I ran out of saliva, until the desire irritated. The melted with my saliva, while you played with your tongue in my mouth.

First was an excuse. Suddenly called me a liar to the cowardice of accepting your failure. I played dirty with drooping eyes looked at you with shame. Thinking bad.

Cuando sientes vergüenza tus ojos se mantienen alertas, nunca cierran. Eres de armas tomar. De peligrosidad extrema. Eres de romper sentimientos.
Corrijo: es mentira, no tienes vergüenza.

Si intentas todos los días sumar tus falsedades, el efecto no será bola de nieve. Serás tú engañándote a ti misma y yo esperando la eterna venganza. Porque lo que aquí se hace, aquí se paga. ¿Trillado no? Pero es la pura verdad.

En estos momentos estás muy feliz. Pero al final, la sonrisa en los labios estará de mi lado y en tu estómago esas mariposas que hoy vuelan sumisas se convertirán en vampiros con un hambre voraz.

Te comerán las entrañas y yo will enjoy a sip of that.
not want you badly. Never. I just want you to pay your lie.

And I get my revenge.

THIS POEM IS PUBLISHED IN MY FIRST COLUMN OF THE DIGITAL MAGAZINE EXTRACT.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Schüssler Cream Nr 6

Three kinds of flowers and YOU



is a challenge. I'm no expert on flowers, I admit, but I can distinguish three things:

1. A pink carnation.
2. The Cayenne lily.
3. To you with another woman.

I know of three flowers in three colors:

1. Of your thoughts (orange).
2. Of your desires (bream).
3. Of your feelings (red).

Each to their appropriate three explanations:

1. Orange deals with the uncertainty I find the most absurd pretexts to get into your head.
2. With the golden doubts haunt me if I'm in the ability to meet all these aspirations.
3. And the reason I hit so shocking because once it comes into your head and meets all the wishes, I hope that you give me touch your heart, red, and the last flower.

So distinguished in three steps the same amount of features that reflect your flowers:

1. Think what you say.
2. Vives dreaming.
3. And your heart is the size of your thoughts and your dreams.

Then I have to guess how to put in my favor so I could see in your three flowers

1. Make me think.
2. Show you as much as you sleep.
3. And my heart is red, large and sentimental (like yours) as your last flower. Finely

I can settle three circumstances that would trigger my analysis of your three flowers

1. Whether you like it and I think.
2. And you do not like a dream
3. None of the above.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen Century



I enter the blog and I find this:



Les amuses me in the same dilemma? eh? perhaps I do not give good advice? Next time
come to ask for something ... I will help cops! You'll see. I will come and say, "Honey I stick noodles, which I do?" Fuck , "Black, Black, mines do not give me ball" Fuck , "Honey, do not know my boyfriend to not want to fuck" Toccata , say ... FUCK .



Let the vote a few more days, give me your opinion and please vote!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Youth Sore Legs Post Fever

More than usual a tradition! Philosophizing


chating on gmail, Menage and Black hold a conversation I


:
how are you?

Esteban: While you


I: 'm there, yesterday I spoke and was not in the computer, something happened?

Esteban: not greet you, you and TAS?

I: 'm here all quiet, yesterday I wanted to sneak ...

Esteban: uhhhh, me too, but I toiled, but then I wanted to invite faso and I said "no thanks" and just pass the cane, and say, here comes a police man, save that

I: is that the jets were fully

Esteban: and the friend said: "crazy convidale a hit, and I say, no thanks
and tells me tenes lish? eh?? lish, silk

I: jajajajjajajaja jaj
Esteban: say, no, but I have a cigarette if you want desarmalo
yes yes yes yes

I: not understand the dialect stoner

Esteban: and gave him and insisted on inviting me chabon, bondi and I came was. Lish already is, but I said fuck you.

I: my home called me saying that an acquaintance of mine had been shot in an attempt to thwart an assault by becoming the hero.

Esteban: mmmmm, is verse that because the cops think you ring the bell for that, and not phone, right?

I: and a whisper of conscience last step you my phone nr of channels

Esteban: NAAA

me: but kindly offered to spend at home looking to clarify the identity of the poor brave man

Esteban: it is, if dale transfer it

I: stuff Bring a invoices put the kettle on and then go together to see the type

Esteban: q take a few matecito

I: as I live but now I do not know how I shit up legs
Esteban: understand you, a shit.

This talk was a few moments.

soon as I pass the failed attempt of theft, call my family to make sure they were well, then call the police station, which takes 6 called in to assist me, I might be dying quietly and these liners or immutable. Although I would 15 minutes of fame in the Chronicle, TN, ATC, whatever. Because if you steal besides going to kill me, at least I'm in a rather dramatic as everyone will remember the Black in an attempt to thwart the crime, made him bite his eyes to jet receiving 5 corchazos in the head, asshole.

I also love to listen when they say they do not have to resist the assault, he always comes someone saying that if you get shot or raped you because they do not act accordingly, ie, passive. Therefore, the criminal can steal, rape and eat the sandwich crumbs that you had in the fridge. I say, what is wrong is that you steal and violate you, one thing does not remove the other. Can not say poor skinny raped at least the choir and now. I do not say that you have to keep pretending to be mad for life and face a bully as we cross.

"So bad we are that we settle for the lesser evil?



least
If jets were these ...


Apart from this discussion we can infer that:

1-Ménage say NO to drugs

2-As became so routine that you want to sneak

3-I'm tired of living in capital!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Free Marathi Phonetic Fonts



a couple of days ago showed me, without my request, the secret to forget a very significant person in our lives. In other words, can not forget someone who cares not shit, encompassing everything that can enter the word shit, ie boyfriend / girlfriend, ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, friends, neighbors, etc..
Anyway, as I was away and that this blog will not be at all the same shit, I decided to share with you, my beloved readers and slender, the secret that nobody is going to keep on with their lives, so I read and tell me more often.

Here goes:

have to consider that person, so special or potentially harmful, in fact is 60% water, or H2O to the experts, that would be something like 3 or 4 buckets of the same substance.

See, it's not that special?

And you know what else has a 60% water? The plum tomatoes.





not despair, because my book is going to self-help, ask your newspaper boy friend!