Tuesday, April 29, 2008

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Toads (muse for a moment) Come


Where do I come Meanwhile
stop grief? Gloomy
violets
road before me are turned
Shadowed spoil what was once a beautiful princess


Tears Tears that were no longer
For my eyes are dry to mourn
not find peace or peace in this
loneliness Sapos " how found? Toads few
"let go?
How many kisses? ... I do not know

does not matter anymore When the sun illuminates my face
Tired of wandering, be your dreamy prince
be there for me and smile
ending my lethargy mortuary
of violets, marsh, frogs and solitude ... Poet
MF
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pesetas

pe S et O Drom

Novitiate 9, 28015

915 211 404


I have not gone yet. I knew his website http://www.peseta.org/ . And they are very nice. I want it all, especially the bum. Of course, the artisan is paid as you will see.


Cosita I present tender (yes, they put names to all the purses, jiji).


Sunday, April 20, 2008

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The evening began promising: the rain and cold did not stop to go to a park to witness the concert of a group whose lead singer had a piece considerable say. But it was not the most pathetic of the night.

Six participants in history, namely: Quic, Sue, D., G., Mademoiselle E. and servant. The six of us got on Mari Puri and headed to the humble abode of ATT and Quic, after passing through the station for the relevant supplies.

summarize: Alcohol, drugs, good music, good conversation ... G., and D. Quic GEOMAG hooked on ... G. want to go, Sue gets another drink ... G. and D. warn that the bathroom door, threatening to be barred (which somehow discovered that we never know) ... All decide to leave, Sue asks for a second to go to the bathroom ... Sue stays locked in the bathroom.

Yes, gentlemen, are the 4:30 am. We are all more or less drunk, and Sue is locked in my bathroom.

After a short attempt to remove it from there, call a locksmith emergency, warns us of the barbarity that at a minimum, we will charge for going out at that hour. We decided that we are more macho than anyone, and there is no lock that resists us.

dismantle the lock on the outside while Mademoiselle E. Sue gives encouragement from the community garden, through the bathroom window. We pass the screwdriver Sue, as she passes us "allen wrench? I was kept in the bathroom cabinet.

screws do not work, try to pry the frame starts to crack. Come on in and out of the garden. Give encouragement and instructions to Sue. Break expired credit cards and let the DNI's something dodgy D. We spent cigarette out the window of the kitchen.

pressed on the door, we hammer here and there. Sue part of the hammer. At one point, Mademoiselle E. (From the garden) and Sue (from the bathroom) sing the "Happy Birthday" dedicated to Quic. But he does not know why ... has fallen asleep in crisis!


The door is cracked, peeling trim, the interior plate twisted out of plane under the wall, Mademoiselle E. distributes cigars and encouragement in the rain, G. repeated over and over With a second, eh Sue? ... Quic hoarse and I can not but mourn for the lost laughter in the river ... ... we throw down the door! D. is thrown repeatedly against the door, and bounces off walls and shelves in the hallway. G. does the same and ends up falling on his ass with significant back pain wherever lost her chaste name. D. try again, and the central panel yields. We get a considerable slice.


ATT comes into play (which had already borne considerable caderazos at the door) and begins to drop kick left and right, until your leg through the door. Now we have a real hole.


D. tries in vain through the hole open. We started a little more hands and make a hole large enough for Sue to get out. First he tries to head, then get it by removing the feet. I miss them all home.
are more or less the six-something. Quic

still snoring. But I decided that I remove that damn eggs inside lever. I go into the bathroom through the hole and after much effort to rip the damn screw bitterness. No good nothing. The mechanism is out but the door does not open.

is seven and a half, I better go to bed. At 11 I wake up and start to pick up pieces of wood throughout the house. Quic rises with arcades, but does not fit the doorway of the bathroom. Cojo pliers and begin to pull bits until Quic can enter.

finally arrived my brother, that hero . Within 15 minutes, get out the internal mechanism of the lock and thus open the door.
And in another 10 minutes get a carton and puts me in the door so that, provisionally, in the bathroom have a minimum of privacy.

Finally, do you want a fun night? Come on ATT's house! Of course, you come early, because although (surprisingly) the neighbors have not complained, after last night I do not think that after a long time.

Friday, April 18, 2008

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[wait # 2 (continued despair)] Come

Come and pat my neck to be entranced in pain
That causes me your absence
Smug possess the power to disarm me my arguments
Y losing to the forbidden kisses Let me offer
your sinful lips

necrotic Exalt my longing with your icy hands
Given the undying wrath of the envious
willows weep Do not stop neurotic
leaves fall
them try to distract us from our lethargy
mortuary Come

test blood pouring from my eyes
Cold Ones of waiting in the shadows I look forward
burn in your fire
dismayed by the momentum of your desires
wild Break the garments that bind my desolation
perennial Into the abyss of our love We just

to which the captain of my cross
on his shoulders the burden is so unbearable love Come


not let me down I do not think to stand again ...
Poet
MF
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Lord Of The Rings Hent

(waiting)

much time has passed
millennia They feel like traversed by the lethargy
In this gloomy darkness
With only a picture of my prince
dreamed that becomes visible when you close my eyes
Given the languid gaze of hundreds of fairy
That nod their heads crowned in roses
As I look hopeless to their graves

Tombstone carved with the whispers of the elves
That prey on around me like hyenas just waiting
Harpies my end
While I, caught in the dungeon of your memories I could not escape
embedded in your potion
Poison burning in my soul

sleeve the figure of any mortal
Taking his face to get my hopes again
Giving life to all my hopes
Dictated by the passion of my waking
Tanta light in such darkness,
But no ... it is a mirage of new
Everlasting
game of hide You come and go as smiling cherub
Hecatombe my delusions of prejudice

macabre masquerade comfort of your invention
Who do you think I am to me victim of such a claim? Gothic Princess
your story you
dark for my haven and rest
While pain and despair
Why come and go?
Any day came for us to stay? ... Petals

Prieta
zephyr black roses to my mausoleum
that flourished under the incessant rain of my restlessness
Rain sliding under the cold stone gargoyles that watch
each of my movements

Dancing in my darkness perpetuated Still

eternal dance in my accepting the invitation from the only gentleman of my desires
Palideciente
That reverberates my lips in scarlet footman

He sheathed by moments
Making me believe you, it was not nor will ever
Who you will use this time?
"show me your true face someday? No more dreaming

contained in exasperation No more of your beloved

came to me the young man who will embody the details unimaginable
So you face ever-changing food
my bloodless lilies,
was not revealed at all
not even in the middle of the fruit of our delirious confusion


Go and show yourself again, young vampire prince possession
Go back to another mortal
Using his lips to kiss
Using your body to feel
Until you dare to show you the way you are
Oh, dear prince
Because the masks will fall sooner rather than later
tired feet Before touring the forests thousand emaciated
From your princess ... Poet

MF
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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

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A Hard by the rich potatoes !!!!! Friendly food

Now that is a good time "who does not like to drink a beer very fresh or frozen Coke accompanied by a defect?

Well, in the Brothers pataterie Herranz (Alcantara, 16, alcala, 260) will find all sorts of good and crunchy toppings. The first time I went ... I almost fainted Print:

Peel of all kinds, potatoes, Quico, Japanese snacks, Mexican, gumdrops, licorice, clouds (hams), straws, almonds, candied, dried apricots, dried cherries, olives, pickles ...

Yummy !!!!!!!!

I recommend it, go and organize a picnic for a good movie dozing on the couch.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

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I'ma desgraciadita, jo


Saturday started hurting a foot. The left, to be exact. He wore beautiful shoes, but quality ... say dubious, so I chalked the pain to that fact, thinking it would happen the next day.

But no. The following days continued aching feet when he used it, but the rest of the time did not hurt. On Monday I noticed a small swelling between two fingers and I do not know why, I decided that I must have broken one of them, so I put a tape them together. And I promised I would go to the doctor if Thursday was aching. Curro had a brown on the table, do you want me to say.

Wednesday at noon was over brown, and at that moment I realized I did not hurt just to walk, but all the time. And it hurt me a lot.

Wednesday at six I went to the orthopedic surgeon at a clinic near the office. First I said it could be three things. So I made an X-ray to rule them. And the rule.

There were two options: Ströikrolngêonk syndrome (for example), a Mr. that in his spare time makes Ikea tables, or metatarsalgia.

As it turns out I have no numbness in the fingers and the " clamp maneuver" caused me a slight pain but not excruciating pain, rule out the syndrome and chose Grönholmflinki in principle (and see), the metatarsalgia.

Seven days
analgesics, fifteen of walking with silicone insoles ( on both feet, of course, I do not want within 15 days come with the hip bent ) and subsequent review to see what happens.

When asked what may be due to this, I said a bad stamp, a fall, blow, walk more than usual, wrong shoes, a bad move ... and / o. .. stress!

Indeed, it has reached a point where I think the race they learn that, when explaining the possible causes of a diagnosis should say " blah, blah, blah, blah and stress ".

Releche Is this already.