Settled DOWN! It really begins
Have you which is not bad, so I just found it entered (the stuff is my mind you), and Tommino I got a shirt with your own, it was too beautiful.
thanks to the person who more than anyone has made this possible (apart from my mother), Tommy Vannoccio!
TvttB Tom
How Not to mention even the now famous "Kraut", here in one of his best poses.
Well thanks guys I would like to say that the pictures of Rich and Simon but I have to submit any aspect of their entitlements, which, as expected, will never arrive.
PS: Enjoy your trip rich bastard, enjoy New York City (without the tour "Sex and the City")
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
American Super Bowl Trophy Replica Sale
Well yes eventually, but at the end pliroprio eh ... when even the most optimistic hopes were beginning to waver, and the pessimists had already given up on me, finally begins.
Tomorrow will be my first official day of work in London, I also found a small room pretty good, although expensive as gold of the devil.
There are still one thousand to go before we can say, I settled down and open the doors to those who want to see me go, but the worst is over. As soon as I get time I'll have to
bank account, all 'Insurance Number and to get two or three nice furniture from IKEA.
Tomorrow after work I will see the much-vaunted Carnival Portobello Road, I wonder if I will out right away, says that at the carnival at least a couple of people we always pull the socks ^ - ^
soon?
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Free Music Note Friendship Bracelet Pattern
Souvenir, souvenir
This holiday period we Naples is like a journey into the past.
do not even know where to begin or by whom. Now that I'm back home in Barcelona and I look back to this August, I see new faces, but which are linked to old relationships. Everything is a tangle of unexpected feelings E. .. new.
Peppa's marriage already seems light years away. In fact that was one of the first events, some momentous, but only a taste of what was to come.
It's amazing what you can always find out their feelings. Reactions under constant review, to spy on the evolution of relations. Yes, probably are also paranoid, but I saw old friends and was very pleasant. New friends, however, begin to Starmie very seriously. And then surprises with new and old.
Here, these holidays have brought everything I love and also what I hate most.
lot of emotion, which is perhaps their set-up in the head in chaotic form, but that you (s) moves from the inside. Too much uncertainty for the forms of this same attitude that there's so messy and also great difficulty in placing on them a label .
do not even know where to begin or by whom. Now that I'm back home in Barcelona and I look back to this August, I see new faces, but which are linked to old relationships. Everything is a tangle of unexpected feelings E. .. new.
Peppa's marriage already seems light years away. In fact that was one of the first events, some momentous, but only a taste of what was to come.
It's amazing what you can always find out their feelings. Reactions under constant review, to spy on the evolution of relations. Yes, probably are also paranoid, but I saw old friends and was very pleasant. New friends, however, begin to Starmie very seriously. And then surprises with new and old.
Here, these holidays have brought everything I love and also what I hate most.
lot of emotion, which is perhaps their set-up in the head in chaotic form, but that you (s) moves from the inside. Too much uncertainty for the forms of this same attitude that there's so messy and also great difficulty in placing on them a label .
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Derby Car Template Ship
eyes of his spirit broken clouds
He scratches his head.
The tachometer signal 220, but 'box is not clear as to why the fuck go to all that's left seems too well.
E 'used to run and be there to crush the pedals makes it a real idiot in the eyes of his spirits, that the blow on the neck as to be rushed.
But there's no hurry, porcatroia .. no! Shit!
And you want to buy a 4 cylinder with 98 horses to hear them all just because he is shit craze with reality.
Yes .. because he hates the reality, but can not help it. And suffer like a dog. And look for the suffering. He lives as if everything was the last thing and being the last to the end destroys it.
But today's run his balls and I do not understand that intentions were.
left him in the car to go to her and I open dot 'is Beck's.
if you've forgotten while trying to cook a meatloaf for a jerk who listened to the music too fast and pissed off without vomiting.
There were fairies even though they were flying high. And words that will remain even if they had to leave.
The items must go!
Fuck! One says one thing. Any fucking thing. And this you can not stay in your head! He can not! The sound is finished! Boom! Gone ... bitch ...
Instead everything is designed on the walls of brain'm empty. All those and a loop on everything that has excited. That stopped her.
But there is never a fucking stop! Shit!
We move too much and do not know where to go. And she is sitting on his legs while descending from an aircraft. And who cares if you're throwing bottles out the window. Everything is blocked.
But no, everything rots, he thinks.
Congratulations, asshole.
And let me run in the rain on my tears and visitors. I want him.
I want to tear 'is shirt.
Congratulations, asshole.
do not understand What a dick.
) A (
If you take the good. Do not really have a smile on your face. But of course we try to laugh and that is an .
The car has windshield wipers flapping at the end of the cock against his Arbre Magic, who once had a color, and perhaps even a smell. But if he sees them turn on the wrong side of the glass. With the mess that only succeeds in making hard rubber. He broke both his right hand and back to follow the road as it is dry evaporating Rug.
The car has windshield wipers flapping at the end of the cock against his Arbre Magic, who once had a color, and perhaps even a smell. But if he sees them turn on the wrong side of the glass. With the mess that only succeeds in making hard rubber. He broke both his right hand and back to follow the road as it is dry evaporating Rug.
He scratches his head.
The tachometer signal 220, but 'box is not clear as to why the fuck go to all that's left seems too well.
E 'used to run and be there to crush the pedals makes it a real idiot in the eyes of his spirits, that the blow on the neck as to be rushed.
But there's no hurry, porcatroia .. no! Shit!
And you want to buy a 4 cylinder with 98 horses to hear them all just because he is shit craze with reality.
Yes .. because he hates the reality, but can not help it. And suffer like a dog. And look for the suffering. He lives as if everything was the last thing and being the last to the end destroys it.
But today's run his balls and I do not understand that intentions were.
left him in the car to go to her and I open dot 'is Beck's.
if you've forgotten while trying to cook a meatloaf for a jerk who listened to the music too fast and pissed off without vomiting.
There were fairies even though they were flying high. And words that will remain even if they had to leave.
The items must go!
Fuck! One says one thing. Any fucking thing. And this you can not stay in your head! He can not! The sound is finished! Boom! Gone ... bitch ...
Instead everything is designed on the walls of brain'm empty. All those and a loop on everything that has excited. That stopped her.
But there is never a fucking stop! Shit!
We move too much and do not know where to go. And she is sitting on his legs while descending from an aircraft. And who cares if you're throwing bottles out the window. Everything is blocked.
But no, everything rots, he thinks.
Congratulations, asshole.
And let me run in the rain on my tears and visitors. I want him.
I want to tear 'is shirt.
Congratulations, asshole.
do not understand What a dick.
) A (
Friday, August 15, 2008
Watch The Apprentice Usa
I do not know what it costs to make clear the memories. Farsi bite and chew. Seeing the light go off and bathe in the black of my hands. I no longer count. Arrive two.
And the rain that sits on my window. The push gently to open it. Playing the keys like to spell my name. How to lick your arms. Trying to collect at least one drop. To hear it go in my skin. This rag doll. In this magic circle walked when I was eight.
I looked up into the clouds and I heard them and I've seen them break like me. With me.
And I'm tired and I sleep.
I sleep around. I'm tired of fatigue and strength that I did not. Of the day. Gestures. I'm tired of all this evil. And the anger that I carry within them and grinds his teeth broken. Shouts and bites. And I do not know who to attack.
I have to be stopped.
Feel the wind and its dust. Close your eyes and feel them burning. But stand still. Show me. Raise your hand and stand still while you break all my parts. And while one will be placed on the floor you can count on me. Even if you do not need.
) A (
And the rain that sits on my window. The push gently to open it. Playing the keys like to spell my name. How to lick your arms. Trying to collect at least one drop. To hear it go in my skin. This rag doll. In this magic circle walked when I was eight.
I looked up into the clouds and I heard them and I've seen them break like me. With me.
And I'm tired and I sleep.
I sleep around. I'm tired of fatigue and strength that I did not. Of the day. Gestures. I'm tired of all this evil. And the anger that I carry within them and grinds his teeth broken. Shouts and bites. And I do not know who to attack.
I have to be stopped.
Feel the wind and its dust. Close your eyes and feel them burning. But stand still. Show me. Raise your hand and stand still while you break all my parts. And while one will be placed on the floor you can count on me. Even if you do not need.
) A (
Breast Sizes Comparson
leave out the landing window
I have never read so much.
I sat on the landing of this door. And here, too, a dog fell asleep with his head stuck between my legs.
are reading this. And here, again, collect your letters. All the letters I wanted to give me. Puts them in a bag. I was a kind of extraction. It pulled out sentences that I thought. I laughed and cried. I laughed and I was sweating and dry in the sun.
I met a point. And here, again, the ellipsis bound our ideas. We hugged as a spiral that had fastened around his neck. By breaking the breath and leaving me hanging to weigh the difference between kissing and being kissed, hit and be hit, watch and be watched, believe and be believed.
I'm not afraid. And here, once, I was afraid of ruining everything. That was not all perfect. That things happen for a reason. I was convinced that every move made sense. And there was nothing that was not written by an evil genius. Everything had a meaning and must follow its own path. Indeed. The path. The road would meet the facts. And we were so close to not seeing each other. And our skin is pulled and tore. And our songs are mixed. And no one would go to pick up a dick. And no wind was blowing. And nobody would have watched. And nothing would have touched. And perhaps as fragments of a glass-eater glass of a circus geek would let him talk his heart cut out. It would leave the bleed and drip one of our reflections.
No rain. And here, once I took other routes. Other locations. Here. In front of this hall. But this world sucks. It counts for you too. And too little for me. You could hear the chains on him and I spent the time to shake the rain off.
And once. At least once. Another volta.
)A(
I sat on the landing of this door. And here, too, a dog fell asleep with his head stuck between my legs.
are reading this. And here, again, collect your letters. All the letters I wanted to give me. Puts them in a bag. I was a kind of extraction. It pulled out sentences that I thought. I laughed and cried. I laughed and I was sweating and dry in the sun.
I met a point. And here, again, the ellipsis bound our ideas. We hugged as a spiral that had fastened around his neck. By breaking the breath and leaving me hanging to weigh the difference between kissing and being kissed, hit and be hit, watch and be watched, believe and be believed.
I'm not afraid. And here, once, I was afraid of ruining everything. That was not all perfect. That things happen for a reason. I was convinced that every move made sense. And there was nothing that was not written by an evil genius. Everything had a meaning and must follow its own path. Indeed. The path. The road would meet the facts. And we were so close to not seeing each other. And our skin is pulled and tore. And our songs are mixed. And no one would go to pick up a dick. And no wind was blowing. And nobody would have watched. And nothing would have touched. And perhaps as fragments of a glass-eater glass of a circus geek would let him talk his heart cut out. It would leave the bleed and drip one of our reflections.
No rain. And here, once I took other routes. Other locations. Here. In front of this hall. But this world sucks. It counts for you too. And too little for me. You could hear the chains on him and I spent the time to shake the rain off.
And once. At least once. Another volta.
)A(
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