Impressions of a scene. Mal
is a parishioner eternal, sitting at a table in a bar of souls after migrants.
For the others, he is one. But is divided into three. His head floats oscillating at a certain distance from your body. Difficult to measure a distance though we use precision instruments.
want to go after her.
His torso does not allow loitering beyond. The head rests in the palm of his right hand. The hand has been instructed not to release it for the world. If it did, as ever happened by mistake, you can not avoid the consequences.
not uncross his legs never were bowed in a while. A time when the colors, lights and shadows announced freedom. Hates loneliness, so your feet are not after glorious north wind breezes.
afraid of losing control, not recognized, crazy and ... spread their uncertainties
folding chair as a bellows muted. Silenced by the resignation of his absence. Perceived absence, clear and irrefutable.
The fist that condemned him to this eternity is still absent at a glance. To perceive is to squint, stick your tongue to the palate and breathe like a god.
The floor of the enclosure is a board, black and white. The customer is willing to piece the player's hand.
The player manages the game. Think, expectant, which may be the scene of triumph.
There is a moment where nothing is as it should be. Unfolds for a second chance to be someone else, to reverse the roles. Then and only then the palm is open, the head flies behind her,
The customer takes the initiative, extends the player's skin and attached to the frame. Dimpled skin as a galaxy. Infinite galaxies where each pore is a universe, watered by liquid sky veins fed up, tired circulation.
The customer plays to build a world. Play and decide. For if he reserved the space of desire.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Difference Between Mono And Flu
Pacha Debut
The press room of the castle to the knight. His armor suffocated to leave. Open the door and re-enter the same room.
Go to the bent over old rocks. It's old, it is wise of the earth. The crosses with his sword.
She insists on rocking. Brings a claim from another world, an abandonment, predation. He stirred the bowels, we kilter all, he took children.
was him, but does not remember. Or remember that he or she was needed.
She weaves and sways. In the warp appear simple and timeless stories, legacies of ancestors.
The old addition and multiply the threads to avoid taking the wrong color, not to distort history. The other story about wealth, treasures torn from scratch, his old naive, hopeless resignation.
The gentleman passes the door again. Re-enter. She is weak but retains it, do not let go.
armor, it oxidizes, their movements become slower. Not understand, is terrified. It drives you over and over again.
She tangled with another thread, combs, sewing stitch by stitch. He resigned abdicates. The weaver tenderly strokes her fingers, the closer to the Maya, weaving. Transform your veins and your skin by shuttle and includes them in the warp.
The canvas and the knight are confused and they embrace. Close the story could have been different. Sign
as tree years old in the swing swings empty.
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The press room of the castle to the knight. His armor suffocated to leave. Open the door and re-enter the same room.
Go to the bent over old rocks. It's old, it is wise of the earth. The crosses with his sword.
She insists on rocking. Brings a claim from another world, an abandonment, predation. He stirred the bowels, we kilter all, he took children.
was him, but does not remember. Or remember that he or she was needed.
She weaves and sways. In the warp appear simple and timeless stories, legacies of ancestors.
The old addition and multiply the threads to avoid taking the wrong color, not to distort history. The other story about wealth, treasures torn from scratch, his old naive, hopeless resignation.
The gentleman passes the door again. Re-enter. She is weak but retains it, do not let go.
armor, it oxidizes, their movements become slower. Not understand, is terrified. It drives you over and over again.
She tangled with another thread, combs, sewing stitch by stitch. He resigned abdicates. The weaver tenderly strokes her fingers, the closer to the Maya, weaving. Transform your veins and your skin by shuttle and includes them in the warp.
The canvas and the knight are confused and they embrace. Close the story could have been different. Sign
as tree years old in the swing swings empty.
See more stories
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Extreme Female Genital Tattoo
Nevermore Gordo
're not a murderer, if not you like to hunt birds. She carried you, you took the tunnel and could see nothing. You could
play on the sidewalk or in the plaza, but no, you had to go down the drain because the other side "is a beautiful garden." And I do not know if it's true. I was lying to go with it. Everything was dark and not through anything.
Call your mother, may not be dead.
have much hair. See idiot, is a dog and wet. Here are some shoes Where did you see a dog with shoes?
Sacala, bring it to light, it seems that only this faint. Drag it even though, total nobody will see, no one comes here.
was she who told you to go down the pants and you are not wanted and it was she who pushed you first. It was crazy.
because not always you ignore, I have mastered. I know it smells like the skin of the breast when watering the flowers.
breathing hard, like an ox, like mom and dad when they are in bed.
Is not the bum who lives here and you're scared to fart?
She should be on the other side shitting in the garden of laughter. Had already been with other kids here. Everyone does the same, always wants to come and if not accompanied CAGON or little girl calls you and clear to you that you do not like being told as a little girl tells you that bastard of Thomas.
I told you not kiss her, you know what to kiss? If you do not know or wipe your ass. Now dead, how are you going to explain to the mother? Are you going to say that she started first?, and you're not a baby and this is murder. What do you get off the pants cost?, Showed it and go. What do you care if Thomas has the biggest dick?, It makes you overheat and she always laughs at you ... Better not be dead and you have to see more.
to mourn Don 't get worse, you had stayed at home watching TV, but no ... you had to make the man.
Do you think it was true that they all had played and you did not? Now what are you doing? I left the tunnel, I came out of this darkness.
're not a murderer, if not you like to hunt birds. She carried you, you took the tunnel and could see nothing. You could
play on the sidewalk or in the plaza, but no, you had to go down the drain because the other side "is a beautiful garden." And I do not know if it's true. I was lying to go with it. Everything was dark and not through anything.
Call your mother, may not be dead.
have much hair. See idiot, is a dog and wet. Here are some shoes Where did you see a dog with shoes?
Sacala, bring it to light, it seems that only this faint. Drag it even though, total nobody will see, no one comes here.
was she who told you to go down the pants and you are not wanted and it was she who pushed you first. It was crazy.
because not always you ignore, I have mastered. I know it smells like the skin of the breast when watering the flowers.
breathing hard, like an ox, like mom and dad when they are in bed.
Is not the bum who lives here and you're scared to fart?
She should be on the other side shitting in the garden of laughter. Had already been with other kids here. Everyone does the same, always wants to come and if not accompanied CAGON or little girl calls you and clear to you that you do not like being told as a little girl tells you that bastard of Thomas.
I told you not kiss her, you know what to kiss? If you do not know or wipe your ass. Now dead, how are you going to explain to the mother? Are you going to say that she started first?, and you're not a baby and this is murder. What do you get off the pants cost?, Showed it and go. What do you care if Thomas has the biggest dick?, It makes you overheat and she always laughs at you ... Better not be dead and you have to see more.
to mourn Don 't get worse, you had stayed at home watching TV, but no ... you had to make the man.
Do you think it was true that they all had played and you did not? Now what are you doing? I left the tunnel, I came out of this darkness.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Average Size Of Women In Japan
Every morning I look in the mirror. The mirror belongs to a set of objects committed to sinking into the illusion. We approach the same way as we move away from the essence of what we really are. If anyone has any idea what we are.
central in my body I watch them grow day by day a stomach universe. Added continents, oceans, mountains and all kinds of reliefs expansion. This situation makes me hard to handle, lowers my self-esteem, makes me feel the last clump of dust in the galaxy.
Distressed by the situation and to get me off the blame, I am able to ensure that the culprit who made the design of the human.
Why did the opening of the smaller mouth and the ass a little bigger? Why not swap the dimensions?
how nice it would have the hole big year and extensible as the mouth. Enough of constipation, laxatives, enemas, hemorrhoids, and other miscellaneous sadistic proctologist best or name. Why did we come
a tiny mouth and fruncidita as a bum, would eat very little and all predigested. No need diets, no pills, no tizanas, or those horrendous piece of cake to do exercises that promote it on TV.
With this innovative idea to a multi-sufficient, a bowl and a sherbet. Instead of calling "everyone to eat" would be "all suck."
That if you forget about the fellatio, is only a small side effect. Imagine
stop listening to the landlady saying
- I spent three hours cooking, so it gobbled up in five minutes and now I have all this junk heap of scouring
And for good measure the amount of pelotudeces and tell lies that would stop . You may even politicians cease to exist.
ostracism fall for phrases like "the fish by the mouth die" or "Silence is health." Faced with such oral
effort to pronounce words almost incomprehensible, would be born spontaneously, other forms of communication, new and interesting. Roses, winks, pressures, touching, pinching various body parts, would become part of a new universe of expressions.
Now I feel better, I pose the problem but also propose a solution, I deserve a sandwich of Milan.
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