was seen coming for some time, but he continued to be neither more nor less so. The days on holiday and spend almost all the same notion of time vanishes. This will take madness chronic sickening, is that everything I do is sleep. And the winter to help make everything the same, but so are all seasons, cold cold cold and rain rain rain, sun sun sun. I do not like to leave or to cold or heat, and I wonder, why the fall and spring are not the same as before? it was beautiful weather. But I'm going around the bush and do not quite say what I wanted, I forget, I lose retention of words. Or the expression is that I already forgot about me as writing. The thing is, at least I know I do not want, or think I know what I would not, and that's saying a lot. This from the indesición is a chronic problem. I hear the same old thing and really I'd better go to sleep. The worst thing is that insecurity that leave you and you shit all the psyche (that which one has shit before, even more), as we say sincerely, mother fuckers, but then I never let you go, if I promise not to disappear.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Letter To Penthouse Free
So close, no matter how far
You left without telling anyone. You went into a tragedy of those you see in the news, those that are the reason why you do not see the news to not be depressed. It was what we could and nothing else to say except that known to all of shit happens. There is no reason and it's all random, twenty years old looks and is a great injustice. You went for almost two weeks and I think we all still do not believe. We did our best to give you the best farewell. We were all there and we were both asking if you were famous. Beautiful words were said and you took a canvas, given the role and all with you. I made countless health, drink beer after all we could say about you, good and funny, the drank and was hot, we like. We put the song you wanted and played and sang the other also. And as I said the wreath, dieguito, wait for us, your friends.
You left without telling anyone. You went into a tragedy of those you see in the news, those that are the reason why you do not see the news to not be depressed. It was what we could and nothing else to say except that known to all of shit happens. There is no reason and it's all random, twenty years old looks and is a great injustice. You went for almost two weeks and I think we all still do not believe. We did our best to give you the best farewell. We were all there and we were both asking if you were famous. Beautiful words were said and you took a canvas, given the role and all with you. I made countless health, drink beer after all we could say about you, good and funny, the drank and was hot, we like. We put the song you wanted and played and sang the other also. And as I said the wreath, dieguito, wait for us, your friends.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Babies England Cricket Shirt
Look what you've done
Or over and over again, yeah, well, again and again, and I believe it will be, over and over again, you, you come and ruin my psyche again . This carefully created and shaped frame breaks down for you to spend some more time, again, rearming, but it's okay, because I know, my pride and egocentrÃa, that while the mine collapses, yours is shattered . And that, in a selfish and bizarre, I am pleased and reassured me, for envy eats away at me. But this will not matter at that time, where, once again, falls exhausted, and that makes me odiar.te.amar.te much.
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