Friday, March 29, 2013

But they were just five hours, or five hours, six at the latest. But what mattered, after preparing


But they were just five hours, or five hours, six at the latest. But what mattered, after preparing the entry for chronic, was help thinking liquids because, with so many images that I appeared urinating, bladder pureit helpline number and took water began asking me to be more graphic. And to top it off, I get the news that they read my blog. Just thinking about how to make fun of red volcanic indirectly when she mentions that part of my blog I talk about snow Morelos Park style. Cold hands by rubbing on the ice with the wedge, and the hot wind that comforts the ice burn. Solid water falling into a glass (and hence the character urinating Caveman ice after leaving the river, which fell by helping Lana) and sweet tamarind syrup slowly falling from the bottle to the ice. And the ice cracks before the warm syrup. And the lips of nearly approach the seller is not his cup, as if to follow the rite. Damn Bitch, Bitch compay Parra, who, by sending him to hell, the dog bit me yesterday. On the one hand, it feels good to read it to you, but that picture came out cold volcanic mound hair with Benito voice even give me time to think that in real life do exist oxymoron. Now he realized that I did not change my gestures, almost feeling alienated from all that has to do with the blog and just moved on impulse leg numb to remove it, and then get up to go to the bathroom. In that, the Lord came on stage and I Jandro down the stairs, going to the bathroom to meet the need to leave a comment as elaborate as: "It seemed to me a snow scraped". And that verse that today I can investigate. It enters

the urinal, you close your eyes ... When the moon sets as a pelotota redondota ... Or you blink, I can not remember, but the moon fades and I hope to finish, almost as if thinking to Spota. I understand. I go after finishing due to salute as should those who are not very often for those dollars. And the mind plays jokes that I send, nobody cares how you plan one, so, as if I did my time lying on the jukebox that other beings tend to do during the awkward silences pureit helpline number (which makes me wonder how is to react when they are alone with the other awkward silence), I only had to ask the usual. What I talk about the moon? What color red appearing in the volcanic and in many parts of Hard Candy?'s Like asking another for a song that says Carmen?. And that Asphodel, word still green and buttercup. A s'aimèrent

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