Gel Nails Palm Springs

The Greenhouse

grandfather wrote everything in detail. Like the good farmer who was was used to clearly describe the growth of plants from seed to ripe fruit. Left, according to the other, accurate and absurd about how he wanted the final ceremony. Then I made him promise that would meet without question. In return, he won in life the greenhouse. I thought I left a great treasure. For them it was just a room with plastic walls, moist and sultry, whose only value lay in its location.
When we were little we had much fun weeding help to put the guides, to check that they are clean irrigation ditches and chase ducks, hens and mice that came from inside the pumpkin.
We enjoyed watching the dewdrops sliding down the translucent roof. We also liked crazy to put names to plants, dragonflies, the bugs and all balls what went on there. For the mice not because they escaped very quickly. The grandfather I shouted 'there is one, "but when I was turning her head to look and was gone.
Grandpa took root in the greenhouse, so it was always with muddy shoes. Pampered pumpkins, smell the basil, peppers looked, checked the degree of ripeness of tomatoes. Played to plants like the keys on a piano. Ligerita did to trigger the following just before the end of the vibration from the front.
meals made with vegetables from the grandfather knew a paradise: the smell of the dishes, the glory of the zucchini and eggplant filled, the subtle flavor of sauces and souffles.
When the other grandchildren grew bored with the routine ended their gloomy: the repeated germination, seedlings, mature buds, seedlings and bushes were part of a world too small for your new desires. It was going.
I stayed here, say in ten ... eleven. Some say twelve. I think I stayed because I like and to see the mice out of the inside of the pumpkins. Grandfather was
were draining the will as sand between the toes. Each day was less. When it was all made it to the big. The hearse was shaped. He did not like flowers because he said that smelled of death. He would not palms or crowns or branches. The coffin onto the path to the cemetery surrounded by cabbages, carrots, hoes, watering cans, cauliflower, onions, cabbage, shovels, cucumbers, peppers, rakes, straw hats, leeks, frightens birds and birds.
's grandfather was also the mice. Nobody believed me but today I was faster than them and I could see them first.

Yellow Discharge 3dpo

The flood


A Carlos I phoned the office. Strange, in ten years no one ever called. We should be serious, an accident, a death, maybe. He spoke less than a minute. We are expectant, wanted to know. The cut and continued as usual, with his habitual parsimony. This distribution
nothing ever happens, so we hope all day for a phrase, comment, another call. Sent it to Agnes, who was the only one who exchanged the odd phrase Carlos. Agnes is the women that I do not deny anything. Carlos is one of those able to deny something Agnes. At last we forget the subject.
Carlos came to work on time every day of the week. At noon dined with hunger and said he had a good night's sleep. However
in the monotony of the same day we got used to discern the subtle differences. The flap of the enormous ears gave us a cold pooch. Carlos got up the flaps.
is blurred.
One afternoon, a certain Alexander was announced at the reception. Carlos asked. We associate the call immediately.
Alexander was handsome as a king was accompanied by a melody with hints of burnt sugar. Agnes saw it and fantasized about a subtle bite of those who linger on the palate.
When he announced the visit, Carlos is quick to make the last double salto, stumbled but regained his balance.
began to rain. We sat in silence, listening to the small impacts of the drops against the window.
Someone left the cage open. When it rains, bears, beats his chest making it sound like a drum. The presence of Alexander
we altered a bit to everyone. Especially Carlos and Ines who kept looking. Inés
tightened the rope and walked slowly, like balancing a big stick. She always did, but we noticed something different. Especially the jasmine that grew hair.
downtown was flooded.
jumped expelled as a trampoline, open the windows. When the floods took the opportunity to enter the water, makes us happy and spend hours faster.
do not know by whom, but it started playing a waltz on the violin stretched notes. Insurance was the attraction that developed between the three. Agnes and Charles
held hands and got into the raft. We helped her out through the balcony. Alejandro light, paddled.
We take the five minutes of regulation to see how they went into the sea.

Poem About Money And A Baby

The impact delight


is duck season. Compressed air hums
's head looks funny chicks

... plummet.

collapsed as the clown in the sand ... it looks fun



we pull pull ever tread the paths with arrows static

smelling
dumb with desire
dried tits

If we throw cherish a moment of glory

healing without the smell of death
or early morning awakening or anonymities

without crowds jostle

without cliffs or jumps or gaps

or disgust

we own a life
and lost sight
let them drain

if we can be triggered
hunters
be air
be ... no duck

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peeled hate gorillas
A red-ass baboons,
The cagarìa kicked up the obelisk.

hate
severe lip to lip and swollen as well. I hate

protruded jaws
have to sink them with stones.

I hate being chubby pony
Fofo and without muscles.


hate to believe a genius and what it costs me hold it.

tongue demolish the wall that separates me from your skin
hate this obsession with your skin.

And my addiction.

cold bottle
hate hate hate cold milk milk

hate my milk when pressing.

be old to rock and roll
be old to shake
For "effeminacy and licentiousness of the flesh"
hate the fucking priest sentenced him nonstop.

I hate not being able to sing "November Rain" as Axel Rose to sing


not hate the compulsion
One idea over another
One idea after another
one idea over another and not stop
And
And the head that for ever. God I hate


What I would kill
new nails in old stigmas
By inept.