. Turning
not listen to me ...
Can not you see I'm hurt?
not follow me ...
I too am lost.
.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wear Wtih Snakeskin Boots
...
When everything goes wrong.
When you extend your hand, and no one to hold on.
When you think nothing can be worse, and then appears Murphy.
When not stop killing asshole, and every day you find more.
When you think everything will end, and you realize that it is only the beginning.
When you're trapped ... Put
it!
.
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
How To Wear Converse Low Socks
Verses for you.
Sometimes someone smiles shyly
[...]
view who looks at you and wish you had the power to require this
moment
to stop all the clocks in the world.
.
Sometimes someone smiles shyly
[...]
view who looks at you and wish you had the power to require this
moment
to stop all the clocks in the world.
.
Violet Red Violet Hair Color
The lucky coin.
The rain falls on my skin.
I approached the phone booth.
Miro in the box. There
lucky coin.
Although I knew that before watching.
We all have bad days.
But I guess I can be lucky.
not everyone has someone or something, so worth mourn.
"It's always good.
never cease to be.
And always will forever."
.
The rain falls on my skin.
I approached the phone booth.
Miro in the box. There
lucky coin.
Although I knew that before watching.
We all have bad days.
But I guess I can be lucky.
not everyone has someone or something, so worth mourn.
"It's always good.
never cease to be.
And always will forever."
.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Pressure Clean Camper Trailer
Wait ...
touches Dame this afternoon.
-On retainer clamp so.
waiting 3718 seconds. Believe me, I counted.
Was it worth waiting? Always. Always concerned him.
But still ... I will not ask him any other Tuesday.
time without it makes me even more eternal when I ask you not go away.
.
touches Dame this afternoon.
-On retainer clamp so.
waiting 3718 seconds. Believe me, I counted.
Was it worth waiting? Always. Always concerned him.
But still ... I will not ask him any other Tuesday.
time without it makes me even more eternal when I ask you not go away.
.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Phazercarb Adjustment
Emotions.
A tear wets my knee. And another. Is the number 32.
Third stop of the journey. As always, I sat by the door. Just look at the floor. A lot of feet clad in shoes, slippers, sandals and boots, eagerly await that it opens to get off the train.
front of me, a white Reebok, yellow socks, and sweatpants. Another tear.
The door opens. The feet move. Suddenly, a role in my leg. I look at the travelers who have fallen. I guess the paper is that boy, who comes down the stairs without looking back. But just suppose, because before I have not seen his face. Under the gaze
again. There's the piece of paper, folded in half. I open it. There is something written:
"There is no harder image, sad and beautiful, that of a wounded angel hidden in the crowd."
.
A tear wets my knee. And another. Is the number 32.
Third stop of the journey. As always, I sat by the door. Just look at the floor. A lot of feet clad in shoes, slippers, sandals and boots, eagerly await that it opens to get off the train.
front of me, a white Reebok, yellow socks, and sweatpants. Another tear.
The door opens. The feet move. Suddenly, a role in my leg. I look at the travelers who have fallen. I guess the paper is that boy, who comes down the stairs without looking back. But just suppose, because before I have not seen his face. Under the gaze
again. There's the piece of paper, folded in half. I open it. There is something written:
"There is no harder image, sad and beautiful, that of a wounded angel hidden in the crowd."
.
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