Monday, March 30, 2009

Tech Deck Online Skatepark Open?

The fissure Rolando in La Plata





going to be open by
parts,
the hope to all. People

El Ateneo
called punctuality. Thank
hug everyone.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Master Of Ceremony During Lighting Of Lamp

The fissure of Rolando on "News" Past Lives

Elvio E. Writer Gandolfo published in the latest edition of the magazine "News" criticism of The fissure ... under "Chronicle silence." Read here.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Kate Playground Filmographie



Many people take it with irony or skepticism the technique of regression hypnosis past life. It's his right. However, as a therapeutic resource, we should admit that at times has given good results, if not amazing, and that a growing number of therapists and doctors use this technique for healing the patient. Brian Weiss has sufficient authority described his experience in this field. His books are best-sellers in most of the world and its readers fans at all costs. Of course, nothing is unanimous and there are always detractors. I must confess, was one of them. Every time I spoke to undergo a session of past life, I laughed. That is until recently, following a series of nightmares atrocious, I decided to try. In nightmares I saw college writing love poems and sending them to my former classmates in elementary school. Pathetic. I made due inquiry: "A typical case of emotional behavioral regression," said the therapist. Then he asked: "What was school?". I hesitated. I had missed three. But I chose the first, the old St. Michael School, which faced the street 57, near the Forest. "Bilingual behavioral regression, a disgrace," said the therapist with a grimace of disgust.
The first session was nice: I went back to the old tram 7, hair gel and jopito. The second, not so much. It was the bold Sloop, was in 1824, and they shot me without disgust. My last words I remember, were: "I die relatively happy and even positive, we vatido the enemy." Shake, sleep, go with v short. The third regression was the most traumatic of all, it was Nero, wanted to burn Rome, Liceo Victor Mercante, and had no matches or lighter or anything. To make matters worse, stop stations. It was then that I approach my lieutenant, the poet Gaius Petronius Jorginho, and says: "Perón, Perón, what idol you are." At this point in the regression therapist deshipnotizó me short: "O you are an idiot or has serious historical problems. " "I do not understand," I said. "M'hijo, confuses dates, names change, disaster, the spelling above ...." "So?". "And nothing, has to return to the nightmares of the primary." Then he stood a while thinking, with a stern expression, to which he reacted: "What I told the little poems he wrote for his former classmates from elementary school?". "In power-point, the sending e-mail and attachment." He rubbed his chin up: "My God," he cried, fat regression, there is no cure for that excuses! ".

Thursday, March 12, 2009

How Long Should A Females Pube B

Bilocation

Then, in the sweat of the dough that is separated text, "we must consider that Pike claims to possess the rare ability to bi-location. He says he can be in two places at once. Or that not being in one, nor can it be in another. Difficult to understand, I know. But he says he has evidence and the evidence is inconclusive. Pocker makes a face when he says. Do not know if it's fuck or not. Be seen. Capablanca said that he preferred the black to play. Pike and knows how to move a piece, but acts like the Cuban grandmaster: let do. He spends hours looking at how to work the rest of his teammates. The strange thing is that nobody says anything.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Jcpenny Eye Brow Waxing

The bus trip

Then came Nuni, at five. I presented it. Skinny, tall, bony and distrustful. They put together some tools, kept indoors and Nuni said: "We will wait for the micro." "The close," I said. "No, we like the mic. Come away, but got off before. The bus trip, said "we should, we make it shorter."

Driver Ibm Thinkcentre



Yesterday, despite the rain, was a bright day: we started the formwork. Filled with concrete bases and concrete. Walrus wrote in wet cement something, do not read what, with what looked like a pencil or eyeliner. He brought the car, the floor of his old battered Peugeot. I threw three or four dimes and Nuni Pike asked. "What Nuni?" I asked. He laughed mockingly. Opened two tetra noon and waited for Mayor Master Builder. When he arrived he spoke with Pike, two or three minutes, alone. Pike gestured. After Mayor Master Works Walrus approached and said, "Go back to load, you have to let it drop, slowly." Pilotines charged to fill and left. I said, was a bright day. Hummingbird or news. I would have liked to see him, haunting, drawing perfect circles. But no. When you least expect it, the better.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Slongate My Labia Minora

Under construction II sadness law

law sorrow is like the law of gravity: only break the hummingbirds. Again yesterday that came every afternoon, on time, at six. Weeks that I was not here. But this time he did something unusual: he stopped, gave me two laps around, and one meter in the air brackets, stood staring at me in the eyes. Several seconds was well. We watch as two old familiar silhouettes. Then he walked away. And nothing happens that sometimes delirious. Or I talk. Or I hear sounds in the bedroom, the kitchen. The law of gravity suspends with hummingbirds. If I explain to Master Major Work, kills me. And with reason, asshole. The only thing he asks is stone and cement stone, cement and lime.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Games Like Popmundo 2010

Some people

Some people do not know how to interpret signs, signals much less. In case, if one utters a word in September 2008 and that word is recorded as an "honest mistake", no return: imagine an inadvertent error. Although reverse play hundreds of times. believe detonated by chance, blindly believe. But maybe not, who knows. Maybe, it's a possibility, do not discard-one was already on site , clearing the ground, limiting, measuring and marking, say. A month later, in October the same year, comes the joke: "heh heh." Thus, dry, sarcastic and so minor, "Je je", as such, quotation marks. The fun stomping ground the beginning of the demolition. Okay, I have no choice. I accept it with resignation, even with infinite sadness. Once again the arrogance, the tone and conceited grin. I envy, mediocrity, failure, resentment, gross misspellings and lack of personal initiative. Much more I think, but never in power point. Are true that I have to prune, clean, fumigate. However, in the midst of pre-adolescent regression and vulgar, I have a question. A single question I "your idol? Yes?