Sunday, June 29, 2008

Cervix High And Soft Period Late

fucking Viking

but what possessed me to pick this Finnish wilds of nowhere?
after all I am a daughter of the south, I do not understand it, none of these big blond strong and healthy.
what it took me to drink his words, thinking that he was not Italian, that the above is not lying?
why is it that he speaks under the influence of alcohol?

why is it that I suffer so much now?

shit.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Vampire Strangler Ver Online

"if life was better behaved" Zivot

I wonder why life must switch as well, sometimes.

I bought today flowers for my little brother died, my little J., little secret.


today I snapped at my mother,

today I rapelée song Maxime le Forestier, one that made me cry so much, little:

You are the brother I don ' I never had
Do you know if you had lived
What we'd done together
A year after me, you'd be born
Then they left most n'se s'rait
As friends who resemble
We have learned slang
by heart I was your teacher
In my truant ...

's funny, I feel empty, I feel full, I think of you, my little J, and I know, little angel, thanks to you I would never really alone.
Because you were, for our family, life, you were the joy, my little J.

My little brother, you is dedicated to Africa with my parents, for you my Mesopotamia, the chaos of Naples, in light of Istanbul, for you life, love. For you my hate doctors and hospitals, for you lips that kiss, for you the purity of feeling fragile.

and everything else, I offer it to my mother.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Mouse Poop Or Cockroach Poop



I listen to music of the instinct of life and my thoughts have another dimension, I fear has the stomach and I think of those I love, I liked it.
My mother is ill and is suffering an intimate never felt even the, total disbelief, that a little anesthesia. Soon I would see

Shantel. I would go dance to the groups that made me vibrate, I want life, I am complete, I want it right.
Despite the fear and pain.
I want to mix things up, I want to blow up the space of an evening I want my body exists, primitive and he cries.

I would still always be able to tighten my mother in my arms.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Magicgate Memory Card Reader Driver

Sylvester

Oh no, take somewhere let someone throw pictures from New Years Eve! : P