male_di_miele @ 2005-12-04T12: 31:00
Sunday, December 4, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Counter-offer For Insurance Company Settlement
::: wondering. and wandering:::
but I wonder.
but I wonder why.
but I chedi: because I have always denied?
and above all: what the fuck am I doing still here? property. useless. tired. with a person who by nature is unable to appreciate the days that he lives. every moment more at risk of losing this ability too. property. useless. tired.
> This is my attachment to life with tooth and nail, even if it sucks
're a little stupid. if only I let you drag, like everyone else. this must be normal, no? because it works well, I mean.
> The job interview went well.
course yes. for the other party. it's nice to know that there is always someone ready to exploit you, not true?
> Projects artistic / creative proceed, not always smoothly, but progressing.
reason you would, you know? if only there was time for all this shit. found a real job, by God. you do not realize that you suck?
> I see that there will be a good monetary perspective.
ehhh no no no. you are guaranteed happy sharing, cultural exchange and perhaps advertising here. not pennies. money is a bad thing for people, not the artists who, like us, are against the system.
> All I want is a normal life, a normal house, a normal job.
crap. stop using drugs.
> Instead, the truth is that I can be all that I, myself, for example.
big deal, honey.
> Look, I feel satisfied.
fuck I can send instant or should I wait five minutes?
when I get back in my old house an air of sanity that is not here. at least there was someone that I broke my balls. because basically I do not need to be justified, nor coddled. I need me to break my balls. and it is time to admit that yes, I fucked up to leave.
this is the Land of Toys, ladies and gentlemen. do not worry about tomorrow, here there is no time to cry. here you can not mess with, nor be sad, because the children found there could be injured.
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
In two days will be my birthday. Twenty years
thrown in the toilet. This attack
but I wonder.
but I wonder why.
but I chedi: because I have always denied?
and above all: what the fuck am I doing still here? property. useless. tired. with a person who by nature is unable to appreciate the days that he lives. every moment more at risk of losing this ability too. property. useless. tired.
> This is my attachment to life with tooth and nail, even if it sucks
're a little stupid. if only I let you drag, like everyone else. this must be normal, no? because it works well, I mean.
> The job interview went well.
course yes. for the other party. it's nice to know that there is always someone ready to exploit you, not true?
> Projects artistic / creative proceed, not always smoothly, but progressing.
reason you would, you know? if only there was time for all this shit. found a real job, by God. you do not realize that you suck?
> I see that there will be a good monetary perspective.
ehhh no no no. you are guaranteed happy sharing, cultural exchange and perhaps advertising here. not pennies. money is a bad thing for people, not the artists who, like us, are against the system.
> All I want is a normal life, a normal house, a normal job.
crap. stop using drugs.
> Instead, the truth is that I can be all that I, myself, for example.
big deal, honey.
> Look, I feel satisfied.
fuck I can send instant or should I wait five minutes?
when I get back in my old house an air of sanity that is not here. at least there was someone that I broke my balls. because basically I do not need to be justified, nor coddled. I need me to break my balls. and it is time to admit that yes, I fucked up to leave.
this is the Land of Toys, ladies and gentlemen. do not worry about tomorrow, here there is no time to cry. here you can not mess with, nor be sad, because the children found there could be injured.
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
In two days will be my birthday. Twenty years
thrown in the toilet. This attack
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Lorazepram Addiction Everyday
::: I did not think I HAD to speak Inglese so early in the morning:::
my life with tooth and nail, even if it sucks, and this my unconscious disguised as courage, I think that this unpleasant things, after all, does not matter.
Eh, whatever helps. The interview
Work went well. I'm not flow to teach, but I try to see it as a challenge. Projects
artistic / creative proceed, not always smoothly, but progressing. Both the mine site is the one with the RPG.
do not know why I feel an intense pleasure in inventing worlds that do not exist, and in the end, however, seem more real than where I live. It will be dreaming that was the only thing I could do in my childhood, will be a need to escape. I see that there will be a good monetary perspective.
All I want is a normal life, a normal house, a normal job.
"Normal" according to my standards, of course.
have been linked stupid for too long "conditio sine qua non" put there by chance and fate. Limits, barriers, barriers that seemed insurmountable.
Instead, the truth is that I can be all I want; myself for example.
Toh, I feel satisfied. Unbelievable but true.
my life with tooth and nail, even if it sucks, and this my unconscious disguised as courage, I think that this unpleasant things, after all, does not matter.
Eh, whatever helps. The interview
Work went well. I'm not flow to teach, but I try to see it as a challenge. Projects
artistic / creative proceed, not always smoothly, but progressing. Both the mine site is the one with the RPG.
do not know why I feel an intense pleasure in inventing worlds that do not exist, and in the end, however, seem more real than where I live. It will be dreaming that was the only thing I could do in my childhood, will be a need to escape. I see that there will be a good monetary perspective.
All I want is a normal life, a normal house, a normal job.
"Normal" according to my standards, of course.
have been linked stupid for too long "conditio sine qua non" put there by chance and fate. Limits, barriers, barriers that seemed insurmountable.
Instead, the truth is that I can be all I want; myself for example.
Toh, I feel satisfied. Unbelievable but true.
Friday, November 11, 2005
The Witch Of Blackbird Pond Movie Trailer
::: as long as there is life there is hope. and perhaps beyond. :::
The few silent tears fall from your eyes, just to make me understand that
not everything can go wrong
there will be a moment of joy for me
must be strong, never give up, even if
cry no one hears you,
walk tall, not to miss what's around, despite
the weight it carries,
remember the affection that pervades our lives, if we want
,
that goes away only when we close the door,
the road is long,
would like to join me?
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
I love you. this is not me no one can take away.
The few silent tears fall from your eyes, just to make me understand that
not everything can go wrong
there will be a moment of joy for me
must be strong, never give up, even if
cry no one hears you,
walk tall, not to miss what's around, despite
the weight it carries,
remember the affection that pervades our lives, if we want
,
that goes away only when we close the door,
the road is long,
would like to join me?
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
I love you. this is not me no one can take away.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Custom Football Pinnies
::: I will not be the same. I can not be equal. I will always be different. :::
Well, my dear. Finally we ended up having to make and metabolize the question, is not it?
Pardon, make sure, but metabolize ... does not suffice a lifetime, and you know it.
Normality does not exist. This
say those who claim to bring a little common sense in this world apart. I can believe it or not, but it does not matter, this is not to make a difference. Why the concept of normality may not exist for me, while others continue to believe it. Without their direct fault, however.
This is not intended as a complaint, or a philosophical dissertation. Less than ever a whimper sterile.
This is what happens to me every single day of my fucking life. E 'learn the clash between what my heart tries to tell me, what I know to be and what others can not accept.
It 's a brand, a brand that I'll bring my horrendous until ... I do not know. Because now there is no solution, maybe less stupid people than me will find it one day, and maybe it will be available only to a select few. So the most likely hypothesis of "until" is "forever."
seemed that I had learned to live peacefully, for God's sake, twenty years of time available I'm not short! But here I am, hurt and frustrated more than ever, I'm trying to find a loophole, a way, a fucking way to go. And I do not know what to do, I do not know where to turn because I know that I can not resign ourselves to be alone I do not want it. At the same time, however, I can not think of similar situations occurring in the future-because there will be moments like that, I can partridge-safe now that I lack the courage, now I remember that it will be a very difficult hurdle to be crossed.
Thanks to what I so deeply, I learned many things, good things and bad things. Things do not deny that at all, and that cause me to be as they are. I learned that it always behind a smiling face hides a soul just as happy, respect and humility, and that the mark can be anywhere; I learned that there are things that can not be bought.
Yet I feel drained by this latest rejection, I met with indifference "no because you're a horrible person, because I did not feel this great need to reiterate my strengths or weaknesses. But this ... This leaves me breathless and without hope ... this "no because I love you but I can not deal with what you are and you only get to see in what . Of course, that the disease, the disgust that I did not want, what you force me to give up many moments of simple happiness.
The worst is that I can not do anything, now or ever, and impotence is one of the few things that can cut my legs.
Did not I ever said, I think, but I love you, maybe not in the way you love me, but I love you. And that is
that's what you'll be far away.
Stringer teeth, as usual.
Well, my dear. Finally we ended up having to make and metabolize the question, is not it?
Pardon, make sure, but metabolize ... does not suffice a lifetime, and you know it.
Normality does not exist. This
say those who claim to bring a little common sense in this world apart. I can believe it or not, but it does not matter, this is not to make a difference. Why the concept of normality may not exist for me, while others continue to believe it. Without their direct fault, however.
This is not intended as a complaint, or a philosophical dissertation. Less than ever a whimper sterile.
This is what happens to me every single day of my fucking life. E 'learn the clash between what my heart tries to tell me, what I know to be and what others can not accept.
It 's a brand, a brand that I'll bring my horrendous until ... I do not know. Because now there is no solution, maybe less stupid people than me will find it one day, and maybe it will be available only to a select few. So the most likely hypothesis of "until" is "forever."
seemed that I had learned to live peacefully, for God's sake, twenty years of time available I'm not short! But here I am, hurt and frustrated more than ever, I'm trying to find a loophole, a way, a fucking way to go. And I do not know what to do, I do not know where to turn because I know that I can not resign ourselves to be alone I do not want it. At the same time, however, I can not think of similar situations occurring in the future-because there will be moments like that, I can partridge-safe now that I lack the courage, now I remember that it will be a very difficult hurdle to be crossed.
Thanks to what I so deeply, I learned many things, good things and bad things. Things do not deny that at all, and that cause me to be as they are. I learned that it always behind a smiling face hides a soul just as happy, respect and humility, and that the mark can be anywhere; I learned that there are things that can not be bought.
Yet I feel drained by this latest rejection, I met with indifference "no because you're a horrible person, because I did not feel this great need to reiterate my strengths or weaknesses. But this ... This leaves me breathless and without hope ... this "no because I love you but I can not deal with what you are and you only get to see in what . Of course, that the disease, the disgust that I did not want, what you force me to give up many moments of simple happiness.
The worst is that I can not do anything, now or ever, and impotence is one of the few things that can cut my legs.
Did not I ever said, I think, but I love you, maybe not in the way you love me, but I love you. And that is
that's what you'll be far away.
Stringer teeth, as usual.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Price Of Lan Wire Per Metre
::: tired, more and more:::
yes, I admit, that's fine.
I'm tired, tired of throw me for nothing, tired of seeing every day get any worse than the last.
tired of not receiving responses from this life that is being done to suppress pain.
dreams of so many have abused, humiliated free, months and months of work thrown in the toilet.
is a good day after all.
yes, I admit, that's fine.
I'm tired, tired of throw me for nothing, tired of seeing every day get any worse than the last.
tired of not receiving responses from this life that is being done to suppress pain.
dreams of so many have abused, humiliated free, months and months of work thrown in the toilet.
is a good day after all.
Sunday, October 9, 2005
Full Customizable Footballpinnies
::: to be ridiculous and not realizing it. :::
you told me you were changed, and you were right.
not actually remembered you so bad.
.........................
arrogant. full of you and your useless erudition. none ever told you that the more you try to put on display, the more others will start thinking you're shooting a bunch of crap?
and then, you know, take the wheel as a peacock does not stick with me.
and selfish. the only person you care about is yourself. you've also said candidly.
smart move, eh.
this does not interest me. Cause you know, I too have changed.
I do not give a fuck if you are good and cool and make the university and so on. ah yes? I will throw a living, looks a bit '. and I do a bunch so from morning to evening.
but did not seem the case to point. I do not feel compelled to prove anything to anyone, least of you who remember my existence only when you go to spend an evening star.
I hope you have noticed that he made a figure of shit.
you told me you were changed, and you were right.
not actually remembered you so bad.
.........................
arrogant. full of you and your useless erudition. none ever told you that the more you try to put on display, the more others will start thinking you're shooting a bunch of crap?
and then, you know, take the wheel as a peacock does not stick with me.
and selfish. the only person you care about is yourself. you've also said candidly.
smart move, eh.
this does not interest me. Cause you know, I too have changed.
I do not give a fuck if you are good and cool and make the university and so on. ah yes? I will throw a living, looks a bit '. and I do a bunch so from morning to evening.
but did not seem the case to point. I do not feel compelled to prove anything to anyone, least of you who remember my existence only when you go to spend an evening star.
I hope you have noticed that he made a figure of shit.
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
Manufacturer Of Eml Series E100 Motion Sensor
male_di_miele @ 2005-10-05T11: 08:00
::: "But if I did not sleep ... and dream ... I'm afraid ..." :::
I own the first three volumes of Valentina.
beds all in one go, obviously.
Many say that Valentina is boring. On this I agree, in some respects. Of course, any history of Mickey Mouse has a story more exciting dreams and delusions of a photographer. Well, "The Underground" is not so bad, but it is only my side intrippato for fantasy to think. This is actually quite absurd, and subtly comic, like another: a complex of caves inhabited by warriors blind and sensual women (and also blind) whose gods are the zodiac signs.
My god, Crepax was bad drugs.
The fact is that Valentina is pretty , really.
And this is enough for me.
heroine for voyeurs. Yes, I feel a little 'inside- voyeuse ninety percent of my life is based on seeing, shapes and lines will be color-that's why I like it.
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
::: Interlude Home:::
I love washing socks by hand.
Insert them like a glove and rub them with soap. What does
pounds of lightweight foam.
With your hands under hot water and cold.
Neither machine is so clean.
Not to mention that my socks, in this case, all colors are unlikely.
So I can not even put them in the washing machine.
-_-
::: "But if I did not sleep ... and dream ... I'm afraid ..." :::
I own the first three volumes of Valentina.
beds all in one go, obviously.
Many say that Valentina is boring. On this I agree, in some respects. Of course, any history of Mickey Mouse has a story more exciting dreams and delusions of a photographer. Well, "The Underground" is not so bad, but it is only my side intrippato for fantasy to think. This is actually quite absurd, and subtly comic, like another: a complex of caves inhabited by warriors blind and sensual women (and also blind) whose gods are the zodiac signs.
My god, Crepax was bad drugs.
The fact is that Valentina is pretty , really.
And this is enough for me.
heroine for voyeurs. Yes, I feel a little 'inside- voyeuse ninety percent of my life is based on seeing, shapes and lines will be color-that's why I like it.
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
::: Interlude Home:::
I love washing socks by hand.
Insert them like a glove and rub them with soap. What does
pounds of lightweight foam.
With your hands under hot water and cold.
Neither machine is so clean.
Not to mention that my socks, in this case, all colors are unlikely.
So I can not even put them in the washing machine.
-_-
Tuesday, October 4, 2005
Dance Costumes Contemporary
::: absence of passage:::
Part # 1::: Florence, mon amour:::
people, so many people. Impresses me because I'm used to really sensitive.
intense light, the sun and at home I forget, this season. Strong colors.
and perfumes; chocolate, coffee and bread. There is a reassuring
chaos. Here you will never be alone, ever. There is air
ancient history and legend. The size of certain things terrify me.
E 'another life, another world maybe one day I will.
Maybe. One day.
Never play with your desires. Could rivoltartisi against.
Part # 2::: Statement:::
There are words that strike you as a stab in the chest. Words that have the effect of a high voltage discharge.
-fai that your projects do not become mirages
and
-just fuck. When
you least expect it, there's words that remind you what you really feel.
I will love you. Always. Forever.
Because you are my link to reality, you are what keeps me from going adrift sadly - as is my nature.
Vol
Fragile and strong. Equipped with uncommon intelligence, but sometimes unconscious. Sensitive and disenchanted. Humble and proud. Wise they seem, at times, older but able to be averted how olds. Sweet and sharp. In full of scars, and still be able to see the world through the eyes of a child, with wonder and hope (yes, we are all capable, but only that sometimes we deny ourselves the opportunity to do so).
you that I have driven but accompanied. Together.
you have shared with me that success and falls, and that you have raised with me from the ground when we thought it was too late.
you that you have accepted my being deeply dickhead.
you that you have never claimed to be perfect, but try each day to exceed your limits.
that you know how to give good advice without even realizing that you're doing.
you that you have tried your balance through excess.
that maybe you are on your way to find it.
you unconsciously you have given me snippets of soul and life, things that I can not even wanting to never detach myself from him.
you that you belong to me now, my little story.
you with me that you laughed, cried, cursed and raved.
You are the precious women in my life.
I will love you. Always. Forever. What about
Part # 1::: Florence, mon amour:::
people, so many people. Impresses me because I'm used to really sensitive.
intense light, the sun and at home I forget, this season. Strong colors.
and perfumes; chocolate, coffee and bread. There is a reassuring
chaos. Here you will never be alone, ever. There is air
ancient history and legend. The size of certain things terrify me.
E 'another life, another world maybe one day I will.
Maybe. One day.
Never play with your desires. Could rivoltartisi against.
Part # 2::: Statement:::
There are words that strike you as a stab in the chest. Words that have the effect of a high voltage discharge.
-fai that your projects do not become mirages
and
-just fuck. When
you least expect it, there's words that remind you what you really feel.
I will love you. Always. Forever.
Because you are my link to reality, you are what keeps me from going adrift sadly - as is my nature.
Vol
Fragile and strong. Equipped with uncommon intelligence, but sometimes unconscious. Sensitive and disenchanted. Humble and proud. Wise they seem, at times, older but able to be averted how olds. Sweet and sharp. In full of scars, and still be able to see the world through the eyes of a child, with wonder and hope (yes, we are all capable, but only that sometimes we deny ourselves the opportunity to do so).
you that I have driven but accompanied. Together.
you have shared with me that success and falls, and that you have raised with me from the ground when we thought it was too late.
you that you have accepted my being deeply dickhead.
you that you have never claimed to be perfect, but try each day to exceed your limits.
that you know how to give good advice without even realizing that you're doing.
you that you have tried your balance through excess.
that maybe you are on your way to find it.
you unconsciously you have given me snippets of soul and life, things that I can not even wanting to never detach myself from him.
you that you belong to me now, my little story.
you with me that you laughed, cried, cursed and raved.
You are the precious women in my life.
I will love you. Always. Forever. What about
Friday, September 23, 2005
Tie With Untucked Shirt
::: Hmmm. uhm. eh. uh? :::
. Meals daily, relentlessly flat.
activity seems more involved with messenging M., today. Since I hate the phone and SMS in particular (too few characters for my logorrhoea congenital), is proving to be a half-break.
But I do not think the presence of mind to talk to him-even if the phone-after all this time. To feel again his voice, I mean.
So I adapt, VA.
Moreover, the scanner is out, Focchi the rib, I can not upload the last jobs.
I am seriously considering a lobotomy.
> I was born November 22, 1985 in a dark and snowy morning.
> I do not have any brothers or sisters, but I have cousins - two-g of 11 years (at least in my opinion) is the older child lover of the universe.
> I just fired. I was doing a job that I loved literally, but we have to do. I must also eat.
> I have a mole just above the sacrum.
> a Once I was pissed I broke a mirror of one meter by two. still no sign of impending bad luck.
> are "married" (with home-made rite) with my wonderful Liuba. and is a serious matter. I love him and always love.
> I suffer from a slight bradichardia, would be to say that my heart is too lazy / busy to get their cocks to pump at normal speed.
> I have a cat named Merlin, but I rarely see him because he has decided it's much more exciting street life of the outlaw.
> a day during the trip to Paris, I started drinking at noon and I stopped at four in the morning (since I have multiple foul-mouthed times).
> I have no piercings nor tattoos.
> I have recently learned to swim, but it is not the thing that excites me that much.
> the worst thing that has ever been said to "not be able to combine a fucking life."
> the best thing that has ever been said: "I admire you because you're a strong person."
> I have some 'beer belly, but I like it because it is * soft *. (My guess is that they are born without abdominal).
> I hate shopping. perhaps because I have enough money to spend.
> the dirty word / exclamation which I speak is more often * fuck *, and their derivatives.
> I did the high school language besides English, but I do not remember almost anything. obviously it was very interesting.
> from the little I had imaginary friends, a community of gnomes popolosissima leftists.
> pigeons I suck. indeed, there kick myself.
> my nose a little crooked, but I do not ever do it again.
> if one day I will have enough money, spend it all on this journey.
> I spent half my life thinking about being a huge mussel.
> design from time immemorial. probably since I discovered that some things leave marks on the walls.
> I do not carry nearly heels ever, even if they are a bit 'stage.
> are graphomaniac.
> I have a dad so cool and completely freaked out.
> are totally negated everything that has to do with mathematics.
> during night raids on some road signs I have stolen many moveable.
> strumming the guitar with truly abominable results.
> I kissed a few girls in the mouth. and kiss better than men, I must say.
> I'd like to learn Arabic and Portuguese.
> I love the photos in black and white.
> my books or favorite authors are too many to list.
> I like good food, preferably in the company.
> spiders do not make me sick, even when they appear in my house I keep them a bit 'as pets and then put them back in the wild.
> dream when I sleep only thing scary or erotic.
> as appropriate, or 1) are too impulsive and do huge cock, or 2) are too reflective and end up not conclude anything.
> the best parts of my body are the breasts and feet.
> I can do me a lot of mental journeys without the need to take drugs. (Imagine if instead I take in massive amounts)
> I speak very often alone.
Good. I are bored enough for today.
. Meals daily, relentlessly flat.
activity seems more involved with messenging M., today. Since I hate the phone and SMS in particular (too few characters for my logorrhoea congenital), is proving to be a half-break.
But I do not think the presence of mind to talk to him-even if the phone-after all this time. To feel again his voice, I mean.
So I adapt, VA.
Moreover, the scanner is out, Focchi the rib, I can not upload the last jobs.
I am seriously considering a lobotomy.
> I was born November 22, 1985 in a dark and snowy morning.
> I do not have any brothers or sisters, but I have cousins - two-g of 11 years (at least in my opinion) is the older child lover of the universe.
> I just fired. I was doing a job that I loved literally, but we have to do. I must also eat.
> I have a mole just above the sacrum.
> a Once I was pissed I broke a mirror of one meter by two. still no sign of impending bad luck.
> are "married" (with home-made rite) with my wonderful Liuba. and is a serious matter. I love him and always love.
> I suffer from a slight bradichardia, would be to say that my heart is too lazy / busy to get their cocks to pump at normal speed.
> I have a cat named Merlin, but I rarely see him because he has decided it's much more exciting street life of the outlaw.
> a day during the trip to Paris, I started drinking at noon and I stopped at four in the morning (since I have multiple foul-mouthed times).
> I have no piercings nor tattoos.
> I have recently learned to swim, but it is not the thing that excites me that much.
> the worst thing that has ever been said to "not be able to combine a fucking life."
> the best thing that has ever been said: "I admire you because you're a strong person."
> I have some 'beer belly, but I like it because it is * soft *. (My guess is that they are born without abdominal).
> I hate shopping. perhaps because I have enough money to spend.
> the dirty word / exclamation which I speak is more often * fuck *, and their derivatives.
> I did the high school language besides English, but I do not remember almost anything. obviously it was very interesting.
> from the little I had imaginary friends, a community of gnomes popolosissima leftists.
> pigeons I suck. indeed, there kick myself.
> my nose a little crooked, but I do not ever do it again.
> if one day I will have enough money, spend it all on this journey.
> I spent half my life thinking about being a huge mussel.
> design from time immemorial. probably since I discovered that some things leave marks on the walls.
> I do not carry nearly heels ever, even if they are a bit 'stage.
> are graphomaniac.
> I have a dad so cool and completely freaked out.
> are totally negated everything that has to do with mathematics.
> during night raids on some road signs I have stolen many moveable.
> strumming the guitar with truly abominable results.
> I kissed a few girls in the mouth. and kiss better than men, I must say.
> I'd like to learn Arabic and Portuguese.
> I love the photos in black and white.
> my books or favorite authors are too many to list.
> I like good food, preferably in the company.
> spiders do not make me sick, even when they appear in my house I keep them a bit 'as pets and then put them back in the wild.
> dream when I sleep only thing scary or erotic.
> as appropriate, or 1) are too impulsive and do huge cock, or 2) are too reflective and end up not conclude anything.
> the best parts of my body are the breasts and feet.
> I can do me a lot of mental journeys without the need to take drugs. (Imagine if instead I take in massive amounts)
> I speak very often alone.
Good. I are bored enough for today.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
1985-91 Corvette Muffler Eliminator
::: I may be alive (Maybe):::
hey. maybe I'm releasing.
uscirmi some ideas begin to take shape and the cranial cavity.
I'm coming to eat beauty.
'm also starting to create the beauty.
us
serene and simple
or dark and we acids
pure white or a little 'guilty
cravings for Flaring
we look for beauty everywhere
hey. maybe I'm releasing.
uscirmi some ideas begin to take shape and the cranial cavity.
I'm coming to eat beauty.
'm also starting to create the beauty.
us
serene and simple
or dark and we acids
pure white or a little 'guilty
cravings for Flaring
we look for beauty everywhere
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Ladies Housecoats In Canada
::: I do not have land, I have a flock. I'm an outcast:::
seems scientifically found that by a certain date my life was out of breath lying down and not move anymore.
I can hide my little head of ostrich in the sand, but I can not deny the evidence. I realize I
. I even remembered this thing almost every day, plus.
what I'm missing maybe it will, maybe it is a final push, the right wind on which glide smoothly.
or maybe I'm just frightened by the prospect of having to go back to being a bad girl.
I do not quite turn even the thought of him , that will be waiting for a sign of my life, because basically I am aware that, sooner or later, one way or another, will manage to ruin everything.
are appalled by the complete lack of events. probably a part of me is okay, floating languidly in a sea of shit.
Hurry up, damn.
seems scientifically found that by a certain date my life was out of breath lying down and not move anymore.
I can hide my little head of ostrich in the sand, but I can not deny the evidence. I realize I
. I even remembered this thing almost every day, plus.
what I'm missing maybe it will, maybe it is a final push, the right wind on which glide smoothly.
or maybe I'm just frightened by the prospect of having to go back to being a bad girl.
I do not quite turn even the thought of him , that will be waiting for a sign of my life, because basically I am aware that, sooner or later, one way or another, will manage to ruin everything.
are appalled by the complete lack of events. probably a part of me is okay, floating languidly in a sea of shit.
Hurry up, damn.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
What Size Is A Blue Trojan
::: it's easy to write when you know the recipient will have no way to read:::
I Can not Remember When It
was good Moments of happiness elude Maybe I just misunderstood
All of the love we left behind Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find So I'll
love whatever you Become
And forget the reckless things we've done I think
Our Lives Have Just Begun
know, I always wanted to know what your eyes tell me. and that's why I loved you enough to close his heart to double-locked, once you had gone.
your eyes was only a cry for help. are not as strong as it looks, or maybe you're more than others.
I had understood, but I could not find the courage to help, probably because I myself never ask for help. I'm not able. I
are fearless until unconsciousness. I will have abandoned long before you could do it.
I like, right now, imagine a day sleeping next to me.
as it was before. with our hands were shaking like crazy butterflies.
I Can not Remember When It
was good Moments of happiness elude Maybe I just misunderstood
All of the love we left behind Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find So I'll
love whatever you Become
And forget the reckless things we've done I think
Our Lives Have Just Begun
know, I always wanted to know what your eyes tell me. and that's why I loved you enough to close his heart to double-locked, once you had gone.
your eyes was only a cry for help. are not as strong as it looks, or maybe you're more than others.
I had understood, but I could not find the courage to help, probably because I myself never ask for help. I'm not able. I
are fearless until unconsciousness. I will have abandoned long before you could do it.
I like, right now, imagine a day sleeping next to me.
as it was before. with our hands were shaking like crazy butterflies.
Friday, September 16, 2005
What Causes Sudden Coughing
::: There's something wrong, terribly wrong:::
♥ People bounce off me. ♥
♥ People bounce off me. ♥
My Brother Stole My Panty
::: Amichesorelle: # 1:::
It was a case to meet their paths
O pastime of some prankster god
exquisite lightness and infused with pride, bold and courageous, or cowardly rabbits sometimes (but still with that strange light in his eyes) we support each other, without realizing we were leaving an indelible mark. Unconscious, unconscious candidly.
one day and another, what did it matter? Time is a relative concept.
dispersing our useless years, walking along a paved road that we would not have remembered, or in a classroom, looks bored, often empty, perfectly identified with the deep conviction of being special and unique, wade in search of non- well-you-know-what; perhaps a delicate balance, perhaps a reason. Every little shit
acquired unusual importance, and a clear meaning only to us, the chosen ones, different, and in the meantime, the outside world continued to exist, regardless of our attempts, merciless and cruel.
And the memories are dim, leaving us to live without really digest the events, the memories are quick flashes of intense and fleeting moments that matches -wear- to stay just the smiles hidden and dense
words, we
us on a lawn or a bench cold
us and our strength and our weaknesses, things we could not discern from one another-
months of confusion is condensed into one minute.
are those expressions that really did not want to say anything,
are long walks in the night,
the evenings that I can not tell - but I do not worry, as were all the same. I
returns home, and the effort to put the key in the lock, and the embracement of the toilet bowl and lead everything,
our day's events, our melancholy
unjustified and exaggerated, in a sad rite of
catharsis. Why were
drunken, intoxicated with alcohol, drugs happiness, love and .
Yes, love each other and at times morbid, love for us, only holds, only compass in a world that felt alien.
But that did not matter. Nothing mattered, and it hovered in the air, even when felt to be crushed by an enormous weight, even then, possessed the precious gift of being able to skillfully escape.
It was, after all, a mad rush.
It was a case to meet their paths
O pastime of some prankster god
exquisite lightness and infused with pride, bold and courageous, or cowardly rabbits sometimes (but still with that strange light in his eyes) we support each other, without realizing we were leaving an indelible mark. Unconscious, unconscious candidly.
one day and another, what did it matter? Time is a relative concept.
dispersing our useless years, walking along a paved road that we would not have remembered, or in a classroom, looks bored, often empty, perfectly identified with the deep conviction of being special and unique, wade in search of non- well-you-know-what; perhaps a delicate balance, perhaps a reason. Every little shit
acquired unusual importance, and a clear meaning only to us, the chosen ones, different, and in the meantime, the outside world continued to exist, regardless of our attempts, merciless and cruel.
And the memories are dim, leaving us to live without really digest the events, the memories are quick flashes of intense and fleeting moments that matches -wear- to stay just the smiles hidden and dense
words, we
us on a lawn or a bench cold
us and our strength and our weaknesses, things we could not discern from one another-
months of confusion is condensed into one minute.
are those expressions that really did not want to say anything,
are long walks in the night,
the evenings that I can not tell - but I do not worry, as were all the same. I
returns home, and the effort to put the key in the lock, and the embracement of the toilet bowl and lead everything,
our day's events, our melancholy
unjustified and exaggerated, in a sad rite of
catharsis. Why were
drunken, intoxicated with alcohol, drugs happiness, love and .
Yes, love each other and at times morbid, love for us, only holds, only compass in a world that felt alien.
But that did not matter. Nothing mattered, and it hovered in the air, even when felt to be crushed by an enormous weight, even then, possessed the precious gift of being able to skillfully escape.
It was, after all, a mad rush.
Stomach Pain From Badia Tea
::: Old Memories:::
(it's so difficult to remember. But you try.)
::: Farneta NIGHT::: 25012004 h0027 mood:
displeased with the misery of two beers, the body can not avoid think it would be better to be drunk for real, I'd forgotten, sleeping peacefully, without ranting filling lines and lines of words in their disarming truth hurts. even if I try to distract, to move my attention to anything more or less serious, though I laugh, talk, share moments of joy empty, even though I pretend indifference, there is a part of me that I'm not insulted because listening.
I'm missing something, maybe your hands warm or simply a look that tells me: 're mine.
and sincerely, you know, I do not care for having to appear strong and perfect.
I feel my skin against your raving.
but there you are.
(and in the end, wishes do not change. Ever)
::: BURN THE BRAIN (IN THIS WAY)::: 01032004 h 2007 mood: insane
a skull joyful smiles at me from the paper. two cartilage cells containing wink, perhaps, to be matched. anatomy flows from my brain, taking the space with everything else, and barely even know how to use the pen. my fingers are stained with ink, and this fills me for a few seconds, of great interest. are burned completely.
soon forget the use of written language, and as the bathroom, running shoes. a heavy curtain will fall and be around me for not understanding the house until you reach the bed. Then, tomorrow morning I wake up, realizing not to remember a paragraph of paramount importance.
(fortunately I then discovered the existence of drugs.)
::: LAME IN::: h 04032004 1754 mood: guilty
up, confesses: you will always need someone to cling to - it was a man, a 'friend, a father, it does not matter - you've never been able to walk upright and alone, no, you're not able to.
yes, I confess: I am lame in - my kingdom for a support. me and I keep it, my limped uncertain: it is mine and mine alone to carry out this difficult and at times I could not overcome or reduce barriers, I simply work around it. there is something wrong in that? Who can answer? perhaps the consciousness that is doing everything to feel dirty?
(but the rehabilitation works, or so it seems)
::: DELIRIUM::: 13042004 h
0045 and now, we spend to delirium is more complete. in my body: a mojito, two Chinese schnapps, a little 'Barbera before going to bed.
want to scream to the world that, if you can not do it to get a damn grip, is not a crime. if I can not seem to have control over my life, if I accept that it is not perfect and even feel bad for this dog is not a crime.
I know the pain and the controcoglioni to address it. and I feel vaguely privileged, blessed because I have this instinct for survival, and are attached to life as a mussel to the rock.
it is useless to worry about constantly on my mood, it is useless fucking tie motherly advice.
is like a dying fish collected from the shoreline and then slam down hard against a stone. not that revived him.
I have nothing comforting to say, because they are well aware that regaining a degree of consistency is not easy, in fact, sometimes I look and I would cry from what is difficult. shame I do not have more tears left.
(well said. Survive not live.)
::: balance ::: June 2004 mood: unstable
a jolt of electricity travels through the air, and an anonymous day cease to languish, it turns into a concert of distant thunder, gusts of wind, humidity, rain glimpses of gray sky. is a show staged just for me, so I believe at least, until everything inside will also appeased.
what makes sense, what makes me feel vividly alive, is a thin-and uncomfortable if you like, you can call it pain that comes over me from head to toe, do not flee but rather sought and found, and moreover there there will always be unpredictable and the unknown factor x, the element that can most indefinite of the will. I catapult in the world. that makes me swing.
hyperactivity, hysteria.
stasis, catatonia.
swing. waver dangerously.
::: hovering on the edge of time and advances the tightrope, a grotesque circus clown's too fast - a step further and is another minute, another hour - I recommend not to fall - slip sure-footed, without no fear to the end, and kicks the teeth are like cool water on your face always smiling, almost paralyzed in a face of gaiety:::
(and it is an infection that persists in not heal, despite everything)
::: Rape MIND::: June 2004 mood: masoedonista; noise: afterhours, strategies
-fuck between
flowers screaming
strategies
insects
from evil curse cast
-
muggy and stale air. red carpet. m'inebria scent of man and hits me. zero thoughts equal zero second thoughts, the only caution you pay, not what is done is done, and you can not go back. then, when in doubt, close your eyes and let it happen what must happen.
a different mindset clashes. the likes attract. against all laws of physics, defying gravity at times.
winning. losing. suffering. rejoicing. who cares? I can now afford to get hurt seriously. I know very well that those punched in the face I want them all in return for a second life. Direct it
you, the game.
flatters and satisfies the young narcissus, which is hidden inside me.
(kid yourself, please, take me for a snare-doe-polished and of making me yours. Delights in me enthralled. Believe it fully, and feel good, strong man; sguazzaci smiling in your undoubted ability -but, to me, not work-glazed and pride, while you can.)
I could live out or die. I want to die now, above you.
Grit your teeth not to hear. concentrates on the pressure of the jaws.
you can not, I repeat, you really can not. there is a sense of icy void in his stomach. a huge dip.
pure charm, a point of languid and insistent. ocean. Who knows how deep.
still a meter, then another, then a void, then the sea.
is so damn simple.
(nothing important, really. Only things I've branded inside.)
::: CUTURVEINS::: July 2004 mood: slightly inclined to suicide
-Take care, either.
-uh, yeah, sure. you too, take care.
-there 's something wrong?
-no, why? What should not go?
everything goes perfectly.
brava, brava. pretend nothing continues.
the best you can imagine is a large empty room where you can scream until you miss your voice. bumping into walls and smash her head. and cry, yes cry. Action forgotten and yet sublime.
the months and hours are always either too long or too short. never exact. never cut to perfection. So the time is not sufficient or in excess is unsustainable and disarming.
see how easily some other succeed in what is unattainable for you. and is something that has the power to make you turn the ball tremendously.
(also see that you are not alone. There are those who like arena and worse than you)
the engine alone is inertia. you feel that is sadly and so that it always will be, deep down. albeit cleverly disguised as passion and courage.
::: go jabbering of fragility and strength, but your only merit is to know when we close our eyes:::
(where I would be now if I had not thought of this? I have a few ideas about it. and are not pleasant.)
::: WHITE HELL::: July 2004
white hell, beautiful and terrible rages, but there is no fear in determining the vortex of air, rain , which bends around the world painfully.
break down barriers and dismantle the defenses, which are useless. giocatela to the end, and challenge the high risk factor.
diosanto, not just standing still. come on, give it a sign of life, at least.
and cry, cock, cry! try to remember how to do it porcaputtana! can not be unmoved even now, you can not accidents. you can not stop watching and quiet your whole life goes to scatafascio.
stupid little inconclusive, asshole that you are nothing.
feelings? who still has room for sentiment in the brain? and who has the strength to laugh at the moment? raccontatevi no lies, please. are not the wonderful person that someone thinks I am.
(idem, cum potato)
::: DO NOT GIVE UP::: October 2004
fixed endless seconds at my reflection in the mirror, trying to observe it as if it were me. but that's me, I see me, I find myself there, for the first time, I like that.
proceed to take this away carefully and heavy black makeup, then I rinse my face. a bit 'soap gets in my eyes, before burning, then spreading a strange heat, not unpleasant, or painful heat.
ok, the game has started. this is my life. I can do it.
all the pain I was not hard, nor has spurred me to do great things. just like a stray cat you choose the warmest corner of the street, I was lying limply on my days, trying to survive.
now, my brain travels at ultrasonic speed.
(it is just pushing the limits)
::: are unhappy? ARE YOU UNHAPPY? TI to cry? Love Bites. ::: February 2005
if your existence, for better or worse, go ahead, but you do not want to start something better, but just something different , here becomes a kind of heretic. dreaming the same as being crazy, out of the box, there is nothing.
'm alone because I'm lonely. I try to speak but not hear the sound of my voice.
and there are also those who wonder why I preclude moving his mouth.
have the sacrosanct right not to be content.
(will never end, everything, I know. Because they are not physiologically able to be satisfied)
(it's so difficult to remember. But you try.)
::: Farneta NIGHT::: 25012004 h0027 mood:
displeased with the misery of two beers, the body can not avoid think it would be better to be drunk for real, I'd forgotten, sleeping peacefully, without ranting filling lines and lines of words in their disarming truth hurts. even if I try to distract, to move my attention to anything more or less serious, though I laugh, talk, share moments of joy empty, even though I pretend indifference, there is a part of me that I'm not insulted because listening.
I'm missing something, maybe your hands warm or simply a look that tells me: 're mine.
and sincerely, you know, I do not care for having to appear strong and perfect.
I feel my skin against your raving.
but there you are.
(and in the end, wishes do not change. Ever)
::: BURN THE BRAIN (IN THIS WAY)::: 01032004 h 2007 mood: insane
a skull joyful smiles at me from the paper. two cartilage cells containing wink, perhaps, to be matched. anatomy flows from my brain, taking the space with everything else, and barely even know how to use the pen. my fingers are stained with ink, and this fills me for a few seconds, of great interest. are burned completely.
soon forget the use of written language, and as the bathroom, running shoes. a heavy curtain will fall and be around me for not understanding the house until you reach the bed. Then, tomorrow morning I wake up, realizing not to remember a paragraph of paramount importance.
(fortunately I then discovered the existence of drugs.)
::: LAME IN::: h 04032004 1754 mood: guilty
up, confesses: you will always need someone to cling to - it was a man, a 'friend, a father, it does not matter - you've never been able to walk upright and alone, no, you're not able to.
yes, I confess: I am lame in - my kingdom for a support. me and I keep it, my limped uncertain: it is mine and mine alone to carry out this difficult and at times I could not overcome or reduce barriers, I simply work around it. there is something wrong in that? Who can answer? perhaps the consciousness that is doing everything to feel dirty?
(but the rehabilitation works, or so it seems)
::: DELIRIUM::: 13042004 h
0045 and now, we spend to delirium is more complete. in my body: a mojito, two Chinese schnapps, a little 'Barbera before going to bed.
want to scream to the world that, if you can not do it to get a damn grip, is not a crime. if I can not seem to have control over my life, if I accept that it is not perfect and even feel bad for this dog is not a crime.
I know the pain and the controcoglioni to address it. and I feel vaguely privileged, blessed because I have this instinct for survival, and are attached to life as a mussel to the rock.
it is useless to worry about constantly on my mood, it is useless fucking tie motherly advice.
is like a dying fish collected from the shoreline and then slam down hard against a stone. not that revived him.
I have nothing comforting to say, because they are well aware that regaining a degree of consistency is not easy, in fact, sometimes I look and I would cry from what is difficult. shame I do not have more tears left.
(well said. Survive not live.)
::: balance ::: June 2004 mood: unstable
a jolt of electricity travels through the air, and an anonymous day cease to languish, it turns into a concert of distant thunder, gusts of wind, humidity, rain glimpses of gray sky. is a show staged just for me, so I believe at least, until everything inside will also appeased.
what makes sense, what makes me feel vividly alive, is a thin-and uncomfortable if you like, you can call it pain that comes over me from head to toe, do not flee but rather sought and found, and moreover there there will always be unpredictable and the unknown factor x, the element that can most indefinite of the will. I catapult in the world. that makes me swing.
hyperactivity, hysteria.
stasis, catatonia.
swing. waver dangerously.
::: hovering on the edge of time and advances the tightrope, a grotesque circus clown's too fast - a step further and is another minute, another hour - I recommend not to fall - slip sure-footed, without no fear to the end, and kicks the teeth are like cool water on your face always smiling, almost paralyzed in a face of gaiety:::
(and it is an infection that persists in not heal, despite everything)
::: Rape MIND::: June 2004 mood: masoedonista; noise: afterhours, strategies
-fuck between
flowers screaming
strategies
insects
from evil curse cast
-
muggy and stale air. red carpet. m'inebria scent of man and hits me. zero thoughts equal zero second thoughts, the only caution you pay, not what is done is done, and you can not go back. then, when in doubt, close your eyes and let it happen what must happen.
a different mindset clashes. the likes attract. against all laws of physics, defying gravity at times.
winning. losing. suffering. rejoicing. who cares? I can now afford to get hurt seriously. I know very well that those punched in the face I want them all in return for a second life. Direct it
you, the game.
flatters and satisfies the young narcissus, which is hidden inside me.
(kid yourself, please, take me for a snare-doe-polished and of making me yours. Delights in me enthralled. Believe it fully, and feel good, strong man; sguazzaci smiling in your undoubted ability -but, to me, not work-glazed and pride, while you can.)
I could live out or die. I want to die now, above you.
Grit your teeth not to hear. concentrates on the pressure of the jaws.
you can not, I repeat, you really can not. there is a sense of icy void in his stomach. a huge dip.
pure charm, a point of languid and insistent. ocean. Who knows how deep.
still a meter, then another, then a void, then the sea.
is so damn simple.
(nothing important, really. Only things I've branded inside.)
::: CUTURVEINS::: July 2004 mood: slightly inclined to suicide
-Take care, either.
-uh, yeah, sure. you too, take care.
-there 's something wrong?
-no, why? What should not go?
everything goes perfectly.
brava, brava. pretend nothing continues.
the best you can imagine is a large empty room where you can scream until you miss your voice. bumping into walls and smash her head. and cry, yes cry. Action forgotten and yet sublime.
the months and hours are always either too long or too short. never exact. never cut to perfection. So the time is not sufficient or in excess is unsustainable and disarming.
see how easily some other succeed in what is unattainable for you. and is something that has the power to make you turn the ball tremendously.
(also see that you are not alone. There are those who like arena and worse than you)
the engine alone is inertia. you feel that is sadly and so that it always will be, deep down. albeit cleverly disguised as passion and courage.
::: go jabbering of fragility and strength, but your only merit is to know when we close our eyes:::
(where I would be now if I had not thought of this? I have a few ideas about it. and are not pleasant.)
::: WHITE HELL::: July 2004
white hell, beautiful and terrible rages, but there is no fear in determining the vortex of air, rain , which bends around the world painfully.
break down barriers and dismantle the defenses, which are useless. giocatela to the end, and challenge the high risk factor.
diosanto, not just standing still. come on, give it a sign of life, at least.
and cry, cock, cry! try to remember how to do it porcaputtana! can not be unmoved even now, you can not accidents. you can not stop watching and quiet your whole life goes to scatafascio.
stupid little inconclusive, asshole that you are nothing.
feelings? who still has room for sentiment in the brain? and who has the strength to laugh at the moment? raccontatevi no lies, please. are not the wonderful person that someone thinks I am.
(idem, cum potato)
::: DO NOT GIVE UP::: October 2004
fixed endless seconds at my reflection in the mirror, trying to observe it as if it were me. but that's me, I see me, I find myself there, for the first time, I like that.
proceed to take this away carefully and heavy black makeup, then I rinse my face. a bit 'soap gets in my eyes, before burning, then spreading a strange heat, not unpleasant, or painful heat.
ok, the game has started. this is my life. I can do it.
all the pain I was not hard, nor has spurred me to do great things. just like a stray cat you choose the warmest corner of the street, I was lying limply on my days, trying to survive.
now, my brain travels at ultrasonic speed.
(it is just pushing the limits)
::: are unhappy? ARE YOU UNHAPPY? TI to cry? Love Bites. ::: February 2005
if your existence, for better or worse, go ahead, but you do not want to start something better, but just something different , here becomes a kind of heretic. dreaming the same as being crazy, out of the box, there is nothing.
'm alone because I'm lonely. I try to speak but not hear the sound of my voice.
and there are also those who wonder why I preclude moving his mouth.
have the sacrosanct right not to be content.
(will never end, everything, I know. Because they are not physiologically able to be satisfied)
Replacement Cover For Snugride
::: My mind is a delta port where nothing + nothing = nothing:::
understand, is often not sufficient .
♠
while I was relaxed, the arm bent, white and nervous, muscular tension palpable to sight, looked like a reptile
asleep.
are not slimy, snakes.
because no one believes?
♠
understand, is often not sufficient .
♠
while I was relaxed, the arm bent, white and nervous, muscular tension palpable to sight, looked like a reptile
asleep.
are not slimy, snakes.
because no one believes?
♠
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