Memories27011945
Flashback sudden, difficult domabile
children memories and experiences.
Life. Lived.
Sometimes sweet, tasty and full flavored.
'll take you where you lose in cosmic journey without limits.
of time and space. But
follow abstract laws, non-governmental.
and quickly, you can destroy a gigantic strides
a sweet trip in an instant
brings suffering.
and voices.
and graven images are in your eyes.
and arterial scarring.
you can not forget. and hurt.
but the effort, the suffering is the price you pay.
for evolution. growth.
first staff.
brings the total of these developments on a large scale.
would be the end end.
and the beginning of the beginning.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
How Much Restoril To Kill Yourself
Only Me
Me Only Me
nick
This made sense long ago.
a specific meaning, although not unique.
pointed to a condition, not isolation, but wanted to happen.
Due at the end of a story, but also to the lack of understanding.
Especially the second.
A general sense of misunderstanding that all or almost gone.
phases.
misplaced. I was out of phase. Nothing worked and even less is adjusted.
Every step, an error. Although in appearance ... But if
.
Although, perhaps, though. This was
. Was.
Now.
was time for the nick to assume a different meaning.
Only Me is a new way.
had, if not inherently belonging to myself.
The full acceptance of himself, despite the knowledge that thousands and thousands of other defects.
Always one more than the others.
I like myself. Intrigue me. I justify a little more. By myself.
A little less with each other. But rightly so. Right.
But the lens is clear and clean. It is warm, blue.
juxtaposition of sensations.
Only me.
But not alone.
I am this, but still changing me.
This explains the meaning of the door key.
There is the welcome sign outside.
lies within. A
step, a second step, one step and more.
Me
So it is.
Me Only Me
nick
This made sense long ago.
a specific meaning, although not unique.
pointed to a condition, not isolation, but wanted to happen.
Due at the end of a story, but also to the lack of understanding.
Especially the second.
A general sense of misunderstanding that all or almost gone.
phases.
misplaced. I was out of phase. Nothing worked and even less is adjusted.
Every step, an error. Although in appearance ... But if
.
Although, perhaps, though. This was
. Was.
Now.
was time for the nick to assume a different meaning.
Only Me is a new way.
had, if not inherently belonging to myself.
The full acceptance of himself, despite the knowledge that thousands and thousands of other defects.
Always one more than the others.
I like myself. Intrigue me. I justify a little more. By myself.
A little less with each other. But rightly so. Right.
But the lens is clear and clean. It is warm, blue.
juxtaposition of sensations.
Only me.
But not alone.
I am this, but still changing me.
This explains the meaning of the door key.
There is the welcome sign outside.
lies within. A
step, a second step, one step and more.
Me
So it is.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Master Sphere Lock Instructions
In being rational, there is a strong irrational component.
sounds wrong? Maybe. The distorted guitars
fascinate, and sound like dirt. As long as it does not become noise are
mirror and reflect. Yet it takes little to look inward as well.
Even beyond me. Scorza
hard but smooth. Everything may slip.
But it can not take much to cross it.
think one thing. And be convinced.
act contrary to themselves.
Black & Gold.
Passions rampant and unstoppable VS fleeting desires.
Opaque glitter. Splendide Getaway.
continents to feed.
Continents by quench.
to reconcile Continents.
continents to develop.
continents to reveal.
find the black gold?
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Briefcase Logo Red Cross
Black Gold Status
not really like to draw conclusions.
not officially, not mandatory. definitely not.
I rather the need to slow down (never stop) the race,
move in the slow lane can warn the other cars. This
I still have to perfect it. I can not put the arrow, at least not always.
Sometimes I feel that I need to move on the slow lane, but parallel to the nearest emergency ward
.
not necessarily for fear of failure or fear of speed.
sometimes just to enjoy the surrounding landscape.
or to listen to more music on the way, if the station is the right one.
Now I enjoy the landscape. Yes
And the background music is to my liking.
affections, though distant, and there are neighbors with the head and heart.
The work goes, and if it does not who cares.
you are away. and is important.
today's climate is ideal. Spring is back and I want to sea.
I embrace you all and walk. slowly, without haste.
not really like to draw conclusions.
not officially, not mandatory. definitely not.
I rather the need to slow down (never stop) the race,
move in the slow lane can warn the other cars. This
I still have to perfect it. I can not put the arrow, at least not always.
Sometimes I feel that I need to move on the slow lane, but parallel to the nearest emergency ward
.
not necessarily for fear of failure or fear of speed.
sometimes just to enjoy the surrounding landscape.
or to listen to more music on the way, if the station is the right one.
Now I enjoy the landscape. Yes
And the background music is to my liking.
affections, though distant, and there are neighbors with the head and heart.
The work goes, and if it does not who cares.
you are away. and is important.
today's climate is ideal. Spring is back and I want to sea.
I embrace you all and walk. slowly, without haste.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A Cheat For All 493 Pokemon
Welcome back! Thoughts
Hello,
quick post to say goodbye just returned from the always too short holidays.
a week of detachment that we wanted.
was necessary and essential for many, many reasons.
and return happy and motivated.
in other words regenerated.
not exaggerating when I say that I have reconciled (as before) with his life.
Ahhhhhh! well.
A good start of the year, a good omen.
With this brief post I inaugurate the season of my thoughts, to tell me.
And you open the door, to sit if you like.
Hello,
quick post to say goodbye just returned from the always too short holidays.
a week of detachment that we wanted.
was necessary and essential for many, many reasons.
and return happy and motivated.
in other words regenerated.
not exaggerating when I say that I have reconciled (as before) with his life.
Ahhhhhh! well.
A good start of the year, a good omen.
With this brief post I inaugurate the season of my thoughts, to tell me.
And you open the door, to sit if you like.
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