Damned.
I am only a survivor of a botched pregnancy, and I also have the courage to complain of life. Someone could give me there
of input, eh?
...
This blog is closed indefinitely, I sfangata the balls.
优 西村 .
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Can Washing Clothes Together Get Syphilis
Empty wraps.
I see only empty shells of flesh, no essence.
no interest, no passion, no ideas and creativity, you are boring to suck.
Forgot what passion, what the pain: you have forgotten the importance of feeling.
With this mode, with this craze of etiquette.
not know most people understand, you know only judge races.
Have you ever taught that there is in single, eh?
I have never known a person with a personality, eh?
not know what it is, most do not know shit. Take
even those idiots who say they see and feel the pain.
I want to see eh, you, with your mindset of shit, if you were ever you find chess, to do the psychologist, for example: get a guy who tells you that suffers, I'll say with eyes you who the fuck you answer, mh?
'Hahaha! Mann quiet! You're just an emo shit! '
Why is it that you know reasoned.
Look beyond, look beyond, there is much more, in some (few) people.
boring, empty and stupid.
not have one of just eh.
I see only empty shells of flesh, no essence.
优 西村 .
I see only empty shells of flesh, no essence.
no interest, no passion, no ideas and creativity, you are boring to suck.
Forgot what passion, what the pain: you have forgotten the importance of feeling.
With this mode, with this craze of etiquette.
not know most people understand, you know only judge races.
Have you ever taught that there is in single, eh?
I have never known a person with a personality, eh?
not know what it is, most do not know shit. Take
even those idiots who say they see and feel the pain.
I want to see eh, you, with your mindset of shit, if you were ever you find chess, to do the psychologist, for example: get a guy who tells you that suffers, I'll say with eyes you who the fuck you answer, mh?
'Hahaha! Mann quiet! You're just an emo shit! '
Why is it that you know reasoned.
Look beyond, look beyond, there is much more, in some (few) people.
boring, empty and stupid.
not have one of just eh.
I see only empty shells of flesh, no essence.
优 西村 .
Monday, November 23, 2009
How Do You Madterbate
Disgusting lie.
I finally concluded that death is nothing in the face of deception.
is a question of honesty is a matter of principle.
Death is cruelly honest, absolutely inevitable, but pure, clear, no masks.
is admirable in its favor.
Deception instead? What is this?
Deception is nothing but the infamy of man. That
stoltaggine who draw back to living.
So it has always been and always will be, we have never been able to eliminate these kinds of wounds, in fact.
There is unfortunately the person who believes that the falsity is a way of life worth living, indeed, excellent.
How dare you run with open arms in the world of individual differences between them, eh?
What makes you think are acceptable, what?
I want to know, really, I do not know completely.
I see only disaster in society, in people, it is inevitable.
Tell me what you see in people, what is it that attracts you so much, what makes you think they are good.
I say again, I worry.
优 西村 。
I finally concluded that death is nothing in the face of deception.
is a question of honesty is a matter of principle.
Death is cruelly honest, absolutely inevitable, but pure, clear, no masks.
is admirable in its favor.
Deception instead? What is this?
Deception is nothing but the infamy of man. That
stoltaggine who draw back to living.
So it has always been and always will be, we have never been able to eliminate these kinds of wounds, in fact.
There is unfortunately the person who believes that the falsity is a way of life worth living, indeed, excellent.
How dare you run with open arms in the world of individual differences between them, eh?
What makes you think are acceptable, what?
I want to know, really, I do not know completely.
I see only disaster in society, in people, it is inevitable.
Tell me what you see in people, what is it that attracts you so much, what makes you think they are good.
I say again, I worry.
优 西村 。
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sample Welcome Letter To New Patients
Frost existence.
Ci sono tante persone disposte ad ascoltare, rare sono quelle disposte a capire.
''
No meaning as a object.
Is that your dream to talk about love in romantic mood?
Does it feel good to dream covered all over with big-name brands?
Are you happy when you are talking a meaningful thing but nobody is really listening?
Can you see things that you really need?
Does escape from a reality save everything?
Is it really necessary to believe someone?
Do you feel the truth used for good?
Does your kids love such you?
How many People exist? who cry from their heart when you are gone
The one who has courage always are justice?
Is there no wall that can not be overcome?
Does love really save earth?
What is, to live for parents, to live for kids?
I do not know because I am what you call, stupid
Human being just exists, Nothing more
''
京
优 西村 .
Ci sono tante persone disposte ad ascoltare, rare sono quelle disposte a capire.
''
No meaning as a object.
Is that your dream to talk about love in romantic mood?
Does it feel good to dream covered all over with big-name brands?
Are you happy when you are talking a meaningful thing but nobody is really listening?
Can you see things that you really need?
Does escape from a reality save everything?
Is it really necessary to believe someone?
Do you feel the truth used for good?
Does your kids love such you?
How many People exist? who cry from their heart when you are gone
The one who has courage always are justice?
Is there no wall that can not be overcome?
Does love really save earth?
What is, to live for parents, to live for kids?
I do not know because I am what you call, stupid
Human being just exists, Nothing more
''
京
credits: MAD STALIN[ism]
优 西村 .
Monday, October 19, 2009
Calculating Lecture Seating
Old attitude.
"It's not going much better, I live alone in a bigger prison" (Oh Dae-soo - OLD BOY)
This is not true that when you die your whole life you before one's eyes like a movie, and people think you are more expensive.
We are selfish animals, please realize this.
not think about the people you value most, you will not see any pictures that you passed on that joyful in life.
will only a aglomerato visions confusing and distressing, while fumbling, looking for a way to survive.
Honesty is not always easy to handle, in fact, it never is.
is one of the best virtue that can be donated, but it is also the best weapon to kill himself.
Lying is the most malleable, you can get her to say them, you may do, you can make her believe what you want, what you like.
Try to turn pink because everything else is too rare to see, is not it?
优 西村 .
"It's not going much better, I live alone in a bigger prison" (Oh Dae-soo - OLD BOY)
This is not true that when you die your whole life you before one's eyes like a movie, and people think you are more expensive.
We are selfish animals, please realize this.
not think about the people you value most, you will not see any pictures that you passed on that joyful in life.
will only a aglomerato visions confusing and distressing, while fumbling, looking for a way to survive.
Honesty is not always easy to handle, in fact, it never is.
is one of the best virtue that can be donated, but it is also the best weapon to kill himself.
Lying is the most malleable, you can get her to say them, you may do, you can make her believe what you want, what you like.
Try to turn pink because everything else is too rare to see, is not it?
优 西村 .
Sunday, October 18, 2009
March Of Dimes Team Names
Fleeing deception.
Gongolo'm here because I do not know whether to upgrade or not.
of things I would have to say - I always have something to say! - Except that, simply do not know whether it is appropriate to explain.
Actually I was thinking of making this blog private, but I have a strong conflict about it.
We'll let the public because often scream to the world the things I write, indeed, always. I would like
private because there are things I would say that maybe are not public affairs.
The problem is that these things do not feel like writing, even if this blog was limited to one or two people.
I worry, really! I worry, everyone.
优 西村 .
Gongolo'm here because I do not know whether to upgrade or not.
of things I would have to say - I always have something to say! - Except that, simply do not know whether it is appropriate to explain.
Actually I was thinking of making this blog private, but I have a strong conflict about it.
We'll let the public because often scream to the world the things I write, indeed, always. I would like
private because there are things I would say that maybe are not public affairs.
The problem is that these things do not feel like writing, even if this blog was limited to one or two people.
I worry, really! I worry, everyone.
优 西村 .
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Polyester Running Tights
Unknow soulmate.
[...] only thing missing is the singer Kyo, hidden in the band bus. It has been described several times as mysterious, dark, incommunicative, a poet and a genius by those who met him or heard his music. Offstage writes poetry under the name Tooru Nishimura and claims not to have friends of any kind. Can simply stand on stage in front of the public and refuse to sing. It can also cut and bleed on the floor. Or, you can simply open his mouth and pour out the words that he says come from the darkest place I know - his heart.
rarely speaks to the press. But today he made an exception and is called by the band bus to the dressing room to sit beside her bandmate Kaoru. For the most part let the guitar speak, preferring to sit quietly in a corner, looking so deadly in front of himself a blank wall. It is only later, when is alone, that begins to speak of the forces that drive it - early in monosyllables, but then more fluidly.
Both speak with a translator, their English is fast enough for a conversation but can not go further. So, gradually, the band's history is apparent in this quiet dressing room backstage - the first in Japanese then in English
.[...] It was shortly after the publication of the second album, Macabre, which is something that happened would change the life of the singer Kyo forever. Standing too close to a flash box, used for pyrotechnics on stage, has become deaf left ear. Hospitalized and terrified that he would never have heard fell into depression.
"I was scared, the only thing I had was the music and suddenly it seemed that I could no longer write" he says. "This has me terrified. I did not know what would happen. I am a singer and if I can not hear, I can not even sing. "
When Kyo was released from the hospital - not deaf, as feared, but the left ear with the hearing permanently damaged - it was very changed. Finished ornaments were gorgeous, the shimmering makeup and costumes of the visual kei movement that once the band followed. In their place was a singer with renewed vigor, with a poor view of its physical sensations on the stage. It cut the skin before the public, clawing his face and chest, relying solely on his instincts. It is something that still does.
"I never thought that people would give all this importance to the appearance - that's why I started to hurt me on stage," he says. "This marks the point where I really wanted to push myself to try to convey more of myself through my words. Now everything happens exactly as you see on stage. Do not scare me, but I lose a lot of control. "
is a complex figure, as he sits quietly alongside guitarist Kaoru, it is only when it remains just beginning to talk. In any case, most say, unless you think you can figure it out. Abruptly each approach to the meaning of his lyrics, or about what inspires him - only answered "I write about what I'm trying the exact memento of this writing." Some of his songs include themes such as rape, abortion, abuse, sexual obsessions and religion - issues that have attracted the attention of the band on the Japanese censors.
experiences that are tested on their skin?
"I do not want to talk about."
These are experiences that have touched his close friends?
"I do not want to talk about."
are stories that you read it?
"I will not talk about it. I prefer that people give their own interpretation. I want people to listen to music and words as a whole - this is not to pull out a special meaning. For me it's the same when I listen to a CD in English. I do not understand the words but listen to the sounds that the singer produces and join all the music. It's so I want to be listened to our music. "
What is clear, I think, is that Kyo's lyrics do not come from a happy place. Translating, most scenarios show that at best they are sad.
"I'm very pessimistic, so even if every time something good happens, I always think it will not be forever - will disappear," he says. "I feel like if there was anything good in my life."
So for him to write is a form of therapy?
"I wish I had something in my life, which is capable of clearing, but I do not think they do write and sing, "he says. "I do not think that things will never be good for me. I would like to stop being a pessimistic person, but I think if I became a happy, carefree, I would not be myself. "
is solitary by choice, one that has few friends and that allows a few to get closer. While living in close contact with his bandmates, who knows from childhood, it remains alone on the sidelines.
"I've never known anyone to be that friend really," he says. "Many people believe they are my friends, but I've never met anyone whose personality align with mine. There are many people with whom I can stay on a superficial level, but I can never go more in depth with anyone. On your phone, if someone has not been felt for six months, the gate so I do not remember who he is. "
" It's not that I do not want people who are close to me or know me - I'm just living my life, "he adds. "I like that. I live as I suggest in my emotions, my feelings. They are the opposite of Kaoru - never wants to get carried away by his emotions, but I always do. My emotions are all over. I do everything I feel I have to do. "
京 - interview for Kerrang!
not I translated it, I do not even remember where I got it, I had simply saved in the PC.
Sorry.
优 西村 .
[...] only thing missing is the singer Kyo, hidden in the band bus. It has been described several times as mysterious, dark, incommunicative, a poet and a genius by those who met him or heard his music. Offstage writes poetry under the name Tooru Nishimura and claims not to have friends of any kind. Can simply stand on stage in front of the public and refuse to sing. It can also cut and bleed on the floor. Or, you can simply open his mouth and pour out the words that he says come from the darkest place I know - his heart.
rarely speaks to the press. But today he made an exception and is called by the band bus to the dressing room to sit beside her bandmate Kaoru. For the most part let the guitar speak, preferring to sit quietly in a corner, looking so deadly in front of himself a blank wall. It is only later, when is alone, that begins to speak of the forces that drive it - early in monosyllables, but then more fluidly.
Both speak with a translator, their English is fast enough for a conversation but can not go further. So, gradually, the band's history is apparent in this quiet dressing room backstage - the first in Japanese then in English
.[...] It was shortly after the publication of the second album, Macabre, which is something that happened would change the life of the singer Kyo forever. Standing too close to a flash box, used for pyrotechnics on stage, has become deaf left ear. Hospitalized and terrified that he would never have heard fell into depression.
"I was scared, the only thing I had was the music and suddenly it seemed that I could no longer write" he says. "This has me terrified. I did not know what would happen. I am a singer and if I can not hear, I can not even sing. "
When Kyo was released from the hospital - not deaf, as feared, but the left ear with the hearing permanently damaged - it was very changed. Finished ornaments were gorgeous, the shimmering makeup and costumes of the visual kei movement that once the band followed. In their place was a singer with renewed vigor, with a poor view of its physical sensations on the stage. It cut the skin before the public, clawing his face and chest, relying solely on his instincts. It is something that still does.
"I never thought that people would give all this importance to the appearance - that's why I started to hurt me on stage," he says. "This marks the point where I really wanted to push myself to try to convey more of myself through my words. Now everything happens exactly as you see on stage. Do not scare me, but I lose a lot of control. "
is a complex figure, as he sits quietly alongside guitarist Kaoru, it is only when it remains just beginning to talk. In any case, most say, unless you think you can figure it out. Abruptly each approach to the meaning of his lyrics, or about what inspires him - only answered "I write about what I'm trying the exact memento of this writing." Some of his songs include themes such as rape, abortion, abuse, sexual obsessions and religion - issues that have attracted the attention of the band on the Japanese censors.
experiences that are tested on their skin?
"I do not want to talk about."
These are experiences that have touched his close friends?
"I do not want to talk about."
are stories that you read it?
"I will not talk about it. I prefer that people give their own interpretation. I want people to listen to music and words as a whole - this is not to pull out a special meaning. For me it's the same when I listen to a CD in English. I do not understand the words but listen to the sounds that the singer produces and join all the music. It's so I want to be listened to our music. "
What is clear, I think, is that Kyo's lyrics do not come from a happy place. Translating, most scenarios show that at best they are sad.
"I'm very pessimistic, so even if every time something good happens, I always think it will not be forever - will disappear," he says. "I feel like if there was anything good in my life."
So for him to write is a form of therapy?
"I wish I had something in my life, which is capable of clearing, but I do not think they do write and sing, "he says. "I do not think that things will never be good for me. I would like to stop being a pessimistic person, but I think if I became a happy, carefree, I would not be myself. "
is solitary by choice, one that has few friends and that allows a few to get closer. While living in close contact with his bandmates, who knows from childhood, it remains alone on the sidelines.
"I've never known anyone to be that friend really," he says. "Many people believe they are my friends, but I've never met anyone whose personality align with mine. There are many people with whom I can stay on a superficial level, but I can never go more in depth with anyone. On your phone, if someone has not been felt for six months, the gate so I do not remember who he is. "
" It's not that I do not want people who are close to me or know me - I'm just living my life, "he adds. "I like that. I live as I suggest in my emotions, my feelings. They are the opposite of Kaoru - never wants to get carried away by his emotions, but I always do. My emotions are all over. I do everything I feel I have to do. "
京 - interview for Kerrang!
not I translated it, I do not even remember where I got it, I had simply saved in the PC.
Sorry.
优 西村 .
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wood Stove Enamel Paint
Burnt liberty.
The title this time, says something.
Freedom, now I hate to talk about freedom. A
of the few times I started to watch tv-series that is not to follow that interest me-particularly, I found myself watching a talk show I can not remember the name, on two rai, where the topic was homosexuality ;.
They spoke on the subject of several things: the violence that occur more frequently against persons omosessiali, which can cause embarrassment to see a gay couple down the street, and has gone on to discuss how to present, react to the company, etc etc.
I have to say that there have been interventions by some competent people who have done me a lot of pleasure; others who left me like shit.
I do hard work, more and more each passing day, to understand the mentality of people that discriminate against homosexuality.
Indeed, people who discriminate in general, but the fact of homosexuality is particularly dear to me naturally.
In this program, a guest was a young homosexual, which I had around 20 years old, dressed in a fairly striking - and wonderful, in my opinion. "
a chick, it is allowed to say exactly this phrase: 'You dressed that way, all of ridicules gays!'.
I think that if I was there, in that time, I would split my head against the first edge at hand. No
Oh well, would never do that, but I was literally shocked by this statement.
And that's just one of many that emerged from the mouth of the same chick.
He said the dress so striking that people often adopt homosexual is nothing more than a desire to be seen and get attention, has not listened to in practice, the boy, when he explained that his way of dressing is what he is, not his homosexuality.
There is much to say about this, really, on How long and found limited mode of expression of an individual.
not stand the fact that it is considered ridiculous and self-centered character who dresses in a striking manner in the eyes of today's society, and I hate that freedom of expression what is considered eccentric.
generalize by saying that I hate the fact that gay men are dressed in flashy way.
is a society where there is only the race, the type, the prototype of a character which can be found among the multitude, and the individual is deceased.
Individuality is the only thing that distinguishes us, and we can fight for this.
And freedom of expression is the only way that a person and an artist, to express themselves.
is impossible to suppress it, impossible.
will come out in one way or another, trust me, go out, and that freedom will be at its best.
优 西村 .
The title this time, says something.
Freedom, now I hate to talk about freedom. A
of the few times I started to watch tv-series that is not to follow that interest me-particularly, I found myself watching a talk show I can not remember the name, on two rai, where the topic was homosexuality ;.
They spoke on the subject of several things: the violence that occur more frequently against persons omosessiali, which can cause embarrassment to see a gay couple down the street, and has gone on to discuss how to present, react to the company, etc etc.
I have to say that there have been interventions by some competent people who have done me a lot of pleasure; others who left me like shit.
I do hard work, more and more each passing day, to understand the mentality of people that discriminate against homosexuality.
Indeed, people who discriminate in general, but the fact of homosexuality is particularly dear to me naturally.
In this program, a guest was a young homosexual, which I had around 20 years old, dressed in a fairly striking - and wonderful, in my opinion. "
a chick, it is allowed to say exactly this phrase: 'You dressed that way, all of ridicules gays!'.
I think that if I was there, in that time, I would split my head against the first edge at hand. No
Oh well, would never do that, but I was literally shocked by this statement.
And that's just one of many that emerged from the mouth of the same chick.
He said the dress so striking that people often adopt homosexual is nothing more than a desire to be seen and get attention, has not listened to in practice, the boy, when he explained that his way of dressing is what he is, not his homosexuality.
There is much to say about this, really, on How long and found limited mode of expression of an individual.
not stand the fact that it is considered ridiculous and self-centered character who dresses in a striking manner in the eyes of today's society, and I hate that freedom of expression what is considered eccentric.
generalize by saying that I hate the fact that gay men are dressed in flashy way.
is a society where there is only the race, the type, the prototype of a character which can be found among the multitude, and the individual is deceased.
Individuality is the only thing that distinguishes us, and we can fight for this.
And freedom of expression is the only way that a person and an artist, to express themselves.
is impossible to suppress it, impossible.
will come out in one way or another, trust me, go out, and that freedom will be at its best.
优 西村 .
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Name Brand Diaper Bags For Less
Forced sleep.
Sera.
I was thinking.
I was thinking about what I might find myself doing these damned after 5 years of high school.
In theory, when I chose this school, my goal was to go for architecture.
are usually one that decides if something is just, but this time was not exactly so.
I sent to that country along with the physical architecture and the university about it because of all those plans, those measures, those rules, you are obliged to respect when 'writing'.
I say 'create' in quotes because from my point of view the word 'create' is too much for this discipline. I
limited too, does not give me 'the chance to do what I want, and do not hate freedom of expression in art.
What do you do art even if you do not have the opportunity to make the most of your inspiration?
For me it is a foolish thing, even to imagine.
Unfortunately, I realized this a couple of years ago. Too late in fact.
My interest then moved in philosophy / psychology, and is not a mystery.
And so starts a mental journey with no end to what could be a possible future to study psychology, philosophy, and especially criminal psychology.
But there is a problem: I do not think philosophy is appropriate for the study, because even dead I'm going to do the teaching.
This obstacle, however, persists even for psychology.
I mean, if you finish it in to be a psychologist, or something like that?
This would require something that are not capable of doing: interacting with people.
I'd really be able to study the mind 360 degrees, but the experience is practically necessary.
is absurd, send an example of modern misanthropic as myself, to interact with some mentally ill, is not it?
juice of the speech, psychology and even if they are derived from the list of candidates.
One problem that arose while I pondered on the possible way in psychology, is was the fact that I would not have space for art.
I would not have space for art, and are more certain.
We are crazy?
is absurd to even think about it, you can continue on my way if I'm away from the hands can create.
And I think that says it all.
I'm afraid that I'll finish the academy, or at least that's what I would do.
Of course, the artist's life, it would be something very beautiful, is not it?
dear God, I would take 7 lives to do everything that I want to do, to know everything that interests me.
Too little time, too little.
Ossi, I run the ball, and not a little.
优 西村 .
Sera.
I was thinking.
I was thinking about what I might find myself doing these damned after 5 years of high school.
In theory, when I chose this school, my goal was to go for architecture.
are usually one that decides if something is just, but this time was not exactly so.
I sent to that country along with the physical architecture and the university about it because of all those plans, those measures, those rules, you are obliged to respect when 'writing'.
I say 'create' in quotes because from my point of view the word 'create' is too much for this discipline. I
limited too, does not give me 'the chance to do what I want, and do not hate freedom of expression in art.
What do you do art even if you do not have the opportunity to make the most of your inspiration?
For me it is a foolish thing, even to imagine.
Unfortunately, I realized this a couple of years ago. Too late in fact.
My interest then moved in philosophy / psychology, and is not a mystery.
And so starts a mental journey with no end to what could be a possible future to study psychology, philosophy, and especially criminal psychology.
But there is a problem: I do not think philosophy is appropriate for the study, because even dead I'm going to do the teaching.
This obstacle, however, persists even for psychology.
I mean, if you finish it in to be a psychologist, or something like that?
This would require something that are not capable of doing: interacting with people.
I'd really be able to study the mind 360 degrees, but the experience is practically necessary.
is absurd, send an example of modern misanthropic as myself, to interact with some mentally ill, is not it?
juice of the speech, psychology and even if they are derived from the list of candidates.
One problem that arose while I pondered on the possible way in psychology, is was the fact that I would not have space for art.
I would not have space for art, and are more certain.
We are crazy?
is absurd to even think about it, you can continue on my way if I'm away from the hands can create.
And I think that says it all.
I'm afraid that I'll finish the academy, or at least that's what I would do.
Of course, the artist's life, it would be something very beautiful, is not it?
dear God, I would take 7 lives to do everything that I want to do, to know everything that interests me.
Too little time, too little.
Ossi, I run the ball, and not a little.
优 西村 .
Monday, October 12, 2009
Free Futuristic Mmorpg
Still life.
Oh yes, I have good news. The cat is alive! It is not the best conditions, but is improving very, very
~ I'm counting on, really.
However, talk of nothing else.
Last night I was thinking about a few things that I recently blending in the head too often, though I know it's just me.
I was thinking about how I have of expressing myself, 'artistically' talking.
is absurd, in relation to the way I have to act against anything (or almost).
Why are purely instinctive art. And no, 'instinctive' would not seem a very appropriate term to me.
I mean, that element before anything else, think, think, think and think.
With art no. Everything comes in a second, is expressed in a little more. Without
premedirazione, without anything of an architect. it's all instinctive, and it is fantastic.
I can not conceive the intent in my art (if you can call it), I can not conceive that an inspiration nemmero can be taken in different points.
Fatico, struggled to take it up with the days going forward.
must end all there, in that moment that I feel are right.
Even with the writing, and I do not speak of what I write here. Or
thoughts, maybe that is so intense, that there is not space to take a piece of paper for notes.
And then I sit there, stunned no one knows where, to think of something, so nobody knows anything, to let them slide and decipher if I want to do it.
Maybe I'm working on some kind of theory, and not even a trace remains. Sometimes is a bit 'heartbreaking, in fact, but I like it.
I am using this instinct often lately. Or simply, feelings that I feel I have.
They have always worked, even when they gave us a straight but I knew that there were, and I start to think about what was good to do and what not.
And then, the way you choose, the views you get, it was always the one that originally corresponded to my feelings.
on anything: theories, people, decisions of any kind.
just that sometimes seem crazy, so I give up clinging to sanity.
I do not think I'll do more, from now on. I will leave
room for this flow of ideas, who just wants to be heard, because I love this mode of expression.
And then, it has a taste of freedom.
优 西村 .
Oh yes, I have good news. The cat is alive! It is not the best conditions, but is improving very, very
~ I'm counting on, really.
However, talk of nothing else.
Last night I was thinking about a few things that I recently blending in the head too often, though I know it's just me.
I was thinking about how I have of expressing myself, 'artistically' talking.
is absurd, in relation to the way I have to act against anything (or almost).
Why are purely instinctive art. And no, 'instinctive' would not seem a very appropriate term to me.
I mean, that element before anything else, think, think, think and think.
With art no. Everything comes in a second, is expressed in a little more. Without
premedirazione, without anything of an architect. it's all instinctive, and it is fantastic.
I can not conceive the intent in my art (if you can call it), I can not conceive that an inspiration nemmero can be taken in different points.
Fatico, struggled to take it up with the days going forward.
must end all there, in that moment that I feel are right.
Even with the writing, and I do not speak of what I write here. Or
thoughts, maybe that is so intense, that there is not space to take a piece of paper for notes.
And then I sit there, stunned no one knows where, to think of something, so nobody knows anything, to let them slide and decipher if I want to do it.
Maybe I'm working on some kind of theory, and not even a trace remains. Sometimes is a bit 'heartbreaking, in fact, but I like it.
I am using this instinct often lately. Or simply, feelings that I feel I have.
They have always worked, even when they gave us a straight but I knew that there were, and I start to think about what was good to do and what not.
And then, the way you choose, the views you get, it was always the one that originally corresponded to my feelings.
on anything: theories, people, decisions of any kind.
just that sometimes seem crazy, so I give up clinging to sanity.
I do not think I'll do more, from now on. I will leave
room for this flow of ideas, who just wants to be heard, because I love this mode of expression.
And then, it has a taste of freedom.
优 西村 .
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Homer Simpson Tattoo Woman
Death sentence.
† ☆
02/08/2009 11/10/2009
was one of the rare times that was worth the tears pour.
This time I dared to touch it, to hear it before it passed the other side ...
I preferred her to you, even as v'immaginate.
This is what I was writing during the three hours of agony that I spent here at home waiting for someone to tell me what the fuck was going on.
Last night my cat got sick hath been. I did not sleep last night. Complaints
all night. Never heard anything more heartbreaking.
morning when they took her to the vet was almost dead, have a narrow escape.
Dehydration, has collapsed, also has the gastrointerite, and there was no damage to the kidneys.
Now there with a drip of water, hoping he recovers, but the conditions are not the best, say it is the last resort for not telling us too soon: 'I'm sorry ...'.
wait.
优
† ☆
02/08/2009 11/10/2009
was one of the rare times that was worth the tears pour.
This time I dared to touch it, to hear it before it passed the other side ...
I preferred her to you, even as v'immaginate.
This is what I was writing during the three hours of agony that I spent here at home waiting for someone to tell me what the fuck was going on.
Last night my cat got sick hath been. I did not sleep last night. Complaints
all night. Never heard anything more heartbreaking.
morning when they took her to the vet was almost dead, have a narrow escape.
Dehydration, has collapsed, also has the gastrointerite, and there was no damage to the kidneys.
Now there with a drip of water, hoping he recovers, but the conditions are not the best, say it is the last resort for not telling us too soon: 'I'm sorry ...'.
wait.
优
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Breville Breadmaster
Fucker subjugation.
Hello.
are in a good mood today, so I feel compelled to shoot shit to something or someone.
I wanted to speak of the subordination that some people take against the undersigned.
I will not name, would not help, then if you do not specific to the vehicles involved think and feel, so we see to eliminate this terrible scourge ~
However it is not a speech addressed to all, quiet.
What do I mean subordination?
nonsoqualeassurdomotivo mean that many people tend to regard everything I say / think / do at face value.
Now I must explain what the hell you have a problem.
Parliament, it was concluded that it could be a subspecies of behavior dictated by a fear in me.
is because it is known that when I pissed are anything but nice? What is this? You tell me?
There are people who suddenly change your mind about any topic after hearing my opinion.
Even if I die enticed by the idea of having a herd of young believers who treats me like I'm the God on earth, it annoys me to death.
fact, you do that annoys me, really makes me angry.
Besides the fact that in this way sent to that country any kind of discussion, debate and I like it so much ~
That time, when you came into the world, you have with gray matter that has slowly grown and developed.
For goodness sake, there's those who remained in poor condition, but other elements should have reached a good level.
However, even those who can not afford to brag to your insight, it seems to me that free will is all right.
Well, well, straight. For a holy
Once you have a right slut whore, USE IT! Do you have a
your head, their ideas, what inspires you to think that your plans should be directly tied to my eventual opinion? What?
do not know if there is ever giving me reason to think that each brought her up, buy my sympathy, but know that it is not so, indeed: those who have assumed this behavior is becoming gradually all my disgust.
I swear. I bump into people from dying who are unable to support their own idea and fight for it, and just as people who submit to others.
So, my dear ragazzuoli who feel involved in this speech (a few, hopefully), Think about it a bit ', which I'm really Svang of your behavior, and it takes little to send you to do elsewhere ~
优
Hello.
are in a good mood today, so I feel compelled to shoot shit to something or someone.
I wanted to speak of the subordination that some people take against the undersigned.
I will not name, would not help, then if you do not specific to the vehicles involved think and feel, so we see to eliminate this terrible scourge ~
However it is not a speech addressed to all, quiet.
What do I mean subordination?
nonsoqualeassurdomotivo mean that many people tend to regard everything I say / think / do at face value.
Now I must explain what the hell you have a problem.
Parliament, it was concluded that it could be a subspecies of behavior dictated by a fear in me.
is because it is known that when I pissed are anything but nice? What is this? You tell me?
There are people who suddenly change your mind about any topic after hearing my opinion.
Even if I die enticed by the idea of having a herd of young believers who treats me like I'm the God on earth, it annoys me to death.
fact, you do that annoys me, really makes me angry.
Besides the fact that in this way sent to that country any kind of discussion, debate and I like it so much ~
That time, when you came into the world, you have with gray matter that has slowly grown and developed.
For goodness sake, there's those who remained in poor condition, but other elements should have reached a good level.
However, even those who can not afford to brag to your insight, it seems to me that free will is all right.
Well, well, straight. For a holy
Once you have a right slut whore, USE IT! Do you have a
your head, their ideas, what inspires you to think that your plans should be directly tied to my eventual opinion? What?
do not know if there is ever giving me reason to think that each brought her up, buy my sympathy, but know that it is not so, indeed: those who have assumed this behavior is becoming gradually all my disgust.
I swear. I bump into people from dying who are unable to support their own idea and fight for it, and just as people who submit to others.
So, my dear ragazzuoli who feel involved in this speech (a few, hopefully), Think about it a bit ', which I'm really Svang of your behavior, and it takes little to send you to do elsewhere ~
优
Friday, October 9, 2009
Gettin Nipples Pierced
Crazy hallucinations.
The livejournal is strange questions.
asking if we believe in the soul mate, you too have seen the box for the 'writer's block'.
I was reminded Placebo, Sleeping with ghost: 'Dry Your Eyes ... soulmates never die '.
I've never heard of such a thing? NO.
And then you continue to not hear me talk about things like that and you are about your cazzacci.
I just wanted to point to my recollection Placebo ~
anyway.
I'm home for 3 days (including today), due to various ailments like colds, cough, swollen tonsils (and the result is a bodybuilder neck: bad thing), and a few lines of fever that now seems to be gone.
During the two days is not that made me too aware of being in the world, so the fact that I had not many things that distract not troubled me much.
But today that are perfectly capable of discernment, I feel the urge to bang his head violently against the edge of the table because they are without tobacco. And remember, I'll starmene all day at home doing nothing, is not at all pleasant without tobacco! Porco ... EMH.
bet you have noticed that I changed my skin. What you're awake!
Seh, it's Kyo. I know that is too bad, what can you do, but it's a character, and I am pleased as bringing this header (as well as avatars to tell the truth). I am quite satisfied with this skin, even if they are consapevele that is nearly monochromatic.
Seh, those guys are on the rise even in the English rock ... let us make the compliments.
Hmmm. No, I have a fuck to tell you! Maybe it is better to upgrade
knowing that he had some intellectual activity, which in those days I had, because my thought was most insightful look like, 'How do I get the tissues without getting up from the couch ? '.
will be better if I go back to bed and end up shooting menate.
优
The livejournal is strange questions.
asking if we believe in the soul mate, you too have seen the box for the 'writer's block'.
I was reminded Placebo, Sleeping with ghost: 'Dry Your Eyes ... soulmates never die '.
I've never heard of such a thing? NO.
And then you continue to not hear me talk about things like that and you are about your cazzacci.
I just wanted to point to my recollection Placebo ~
anyway.
I'm home for 3 days (including today), due to various ailments like colds, cough, swollen tonsils (and the result is a bodybuilder neck: bad thing), and a few lines of fever that now seems to be gone.
During the two days is not that made me too aware of being in the world, so the fact that I had not many things that distract not troubled me much.
But today that are perfectly capable of discernment, I feel the urge to bang his head violently against the edge of the table because they are without tobacco. And remember, I'll starmene all day at home doing nothing, is not at all pleasant without tobacco! Porco ... EMH.
bet you have noticed that I changed my skin. What you're awake!
Seh, it's Kyo. I know that is too bad, what can you do, but it's a character, and I am pleased as bringing this header (as well as avatars to tell the truth). I am quite satisfied with this skin, even if they are consapevele that is nearly monochromatic.
Seh, those guys are on the rise even in the English rock ... let us make the compliments.
Hmmm. No, I have a fuck to tell you! Maybe it is better to upgrade
knowing that he had some intellectual activity, which in those days I had, because my thought was most insightful look like, 'How do I get the tissues without getting up from the couch ? '.
will be better if I go back to bed and end up shooting menate.
优
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Lyrics For Baptist Hymns
Abnormal beauty.
design originally done on Fabriano paper A4, light, smooth.
China for drawing with pen, brush for writing.
Watercolor for the spit of hair. To best size, go HERE .
is really, really, a obrobrio design. At the same time, always the same techniques, always the same artists, the same song. But this time the result is wrong. I like the concept, but not too much the way I have expressed (the one below is much better in other words).
So now it will take a month and a half before taking over in his hand a pen, pencils and what we go after. Eh, what can I say that, so it goes.
Yes I know, is very macabre, but that's okay ~
That day will see me draw things funny, or I'll go crazy, or am I in love, which is more or less and the same thing: please, do not give me straight in similar cases eh.
But what I know, I have nothing to tell. Take
well as a post of courtesy, the series' I felt guilty because I did not write a long ', and while I did not let anything substantial.
I think too much and say nothing, that are cute ~
优
design originally done on Fabriano paper A4, light, smooth.
China for drawing with pen, brush for writing.
Watercolor for the spit of hair. To best size, go HERE .
is really, really, a obrobrio design. At the same time, always the same techniques, always the same artists, the same song. But this time the result is wrong. I like the concept, but not too much the way I have expressed (the one below is much better in other words).
So now it will take a month and a half before taking over in his hand a pen, pencils and what we go after. Eh, what can I say that, so it goes.
Yes I know, is very macabre, but that's okay ~
That day will see me draw things funny, or I'll go crazy, or am I in love, which is more or less and the same thing: please, do not give me straight in similar cases eh.
But what I know, I have nothing to tell. Take
well as a post of courtesy, the series' I felt guilty because I did not write a long ', and while I did not let anything substantial.
I think too much and say nothing, that are cute ~
优
Monday, September 21, 2009
Church Letter Requesting A Donation
Macabre vision.
Design performed in principle on white paper, A4 frabriano, lightweight.
Pencil HB and 3B. China with a pen for drawing, with the writing brush.
To draw in size in little 'more decent, do me a favor and go HERE.
Kyo and Dirui thank for the inspiration for this design, both for the atmosphere, is similar to the vague outlines.
said, and after essermela pulled enough to spit this design, we go to the 'when'.
Yes, because every so often suffer from insomnia, as you can see, quite useful.
I performed last night at half past midnight, in the space of ten minutes, without any erasure or correction.
are satisfied. Not so much the result, given that so well, I think you could do better, but more in the fact that if the cursed and long-awaited inspiration came.
Why, for the uninitiated, as a rule do Very few drawings of my mold. Indeed, we say never.
are usually copied photos or things like that. Every time I try to put myself to draw in front of a white sheet, attack, and after two erasures me stark mad and throw it all away with a lot of bestemmione.
And then I do not want to know about touch white sheet for a month and a half.
So I say thanks again to the group, because they make me do certain things, let's face it, is not a trivial matter.
Then the result, I leave you to judge.
If you do not understand it, now I have nothing to tell relevante, in fact, with my head I'm little.
优
Design performed in principle on white paper, A4 frabriano, lightweight.
Pencil HB and 3B. China with a pen for drawing, with the writing brush.
To draw in size in little 'more decent, do me a favor and go HERE.
Kyo and Dirui thank for the inspiration for this design, both for the atmosphere, is similar to the vague outlines.
said, and after essermela pulled enough to spit this design, we go to the 'when'.
Yes, because every so often suffer from insomnia, as you can see, quite useful.
I performed last night at half past midnight, in the space of ten minutes, without any erasure or correction.
are satisfied. Not so much the result, given that so well, I think you could do better, but more in the fact that if the cursed and long-awaited inspiration came.
Why, for the uninitiated, as a rule do Very few drawings of my mold. Indeed, we say never.
are usually copied photos or things like that. Every time I try to put myself to draw in front of a white sheet, attack, and after two erasures me stark mad and throw it all away with a lot of bestemmione.
And then I do not want to know about touch white sheet for a month and a half.
So I say thanks again to the group, because they make me do certain things, let's face it, is not a trivial matter.
Then the result, I leave you to judge.
If you do not understand it, now I have nothing to tell relevante, in fact, with my head I'm little.
优
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Desperate Housewives Episode Reruns
Mirror skin.
Today I experienced one of those experiences that I'm sure that has ever happened at all.
Déjà vu. I happen quite often in straight lines, usually are all things that I think I have already lived long before, usually it is many, many years (like the professors of science explained to us that the average cell shape plant tissue, nothing short of remarkable.)
This time it was a phrase that in the time-I think it is more or less 6 years ago-I thought ... really cruel.
'... want to see suffering people dear to me'.
Now I would like to congratulate the person who explained these words, because he had the rare ability (by normal people, that is) to let a moment of breath.
And in addition to this, there was a name. A name at that time I let slip a nice, 'Well, is this what the fuck you want?'.
Maybe now has a meaning, though it may be forced as a theory, but I like this because I like the feeling that Codest character has a value.
not scientific in the sense of a person made of flesh, blood and bones, that everyone has, who also holds his hand. A value for what it represents, say.
Ok, in the end I do not think you care nothing until I tell you how to-where-when-why and above all who. Well, then do not tell you!
move on.
The other day I found myself thinking about music (because, if aesthetics is not music, and if no music is psyche).
the value of music that we happen to hand in our times. Is specified: at hand.
mean then that music that is proposed to us when we turn on the TV or the radio, which in most cases, it is terrible. From every point of view. Voice, text, tools (when there are, because even those are dying).
I mean, the maximum depth of a text is found in someone who tells you it's sad because, poor thing, she has left. Ommioddiosantissimo what a tragedy, really, I can not imagine anything worse!
You guys really expensive, I need to explain where is the beauty of it all.
Of these 'singers' who can not play and write texts of these 'musicians' who can not handle a tool, much less write. Where you see the skill?
You are only concerned with a chorus or a 'melody' pretty catchy and easy to learn (not to say trivial and obvious), you can hum while walking down the street.
Who cares if a melody is empty, if words are meaningless.
this saddens me, because I'll give it a value to the music ', and I think he has far too, but you are sending in disgrace even the greatest of the arts.
And then go to that country because, as Oscar Wilde said, superficiality is the worst of vices.
And I close here, because I'm in a foul mood, as I discovered that I and the concept of peace-peace that I coveted two poles are affixed.
And someone will say: 'Oh, finally you noticed!'.
Yes, what can I say, I have my times for all ~
优
Today I experienced one of those experiences that I'm sure that has ever happened at all.
Déjà vu. I happen quite often in straight lines, usually are all things that I think I have already lived long before, usually it is many, many years (like the professors of science explained to us that the average cell shape plant tissue, nothing short of remarkable.)
This time it was a phrase that in the time-I think it is more or less 6 years ago-I thought ... really cruel.
'... want to see suffering people dear to me'.
Now I would like to congratulate the person who explained these words, because he had the rare ability (by normal people, that is) to let a moment of breath.
And in addition to this, there was a name. A name at that time I let slip a nice, 'Well, is this what the fuck you want?'.
Maybe now has a meaning, though it may be forced as a theory, but I like this because I like the feeling that Codest character has a value.
not scientific in the sense of a person made of flesh, blood and bones, that everyone has, who also holds his hand. A value for what it represents, say.
Ok, in the end I do not think you care nothing until I tell you how to-where-when-why and above all who. Well, then do not tell you!
move on.
The other day I found myself thinking about music (because, if aesthetics is not music, and if no music is psyche).
the value of music that we happen to hand in our times. Is specified: at hand.
mean then that music that is proposed to us when we turn on the TV or the radio, which in most cases, it is terrible. From every point of view. Voice, text, tools (when there are, because even those are dying).
I mean, the maximum depth of a text is found in someone who tells you it's sad because, poor thing, she has left. Ommioddiosantissimo what a tragedy, really, I can not imagine anything worse!
You guys really expensive, I need to explain where is the beauty of it all.
Of these 'singers' who can not play and write texts of these 'musicians' who can not handle a tool, much less write. Where you see the skill?
You are only concerned with a chorus or a 'melody' pretty catchy and easy to learn (not to say trivial and obvious), you can hum while walking down the street.
Who cares if a melody is empty, if words are meaningless.
this saddens me, because I'll give it a value to the music ', and I think he has far too, but you are sending in disgrace even the greatest of the arts.
And then go to that country because, as Oscar Wilde said, superficiality is the worst of vices.
And I close here, because I'm in a foul mood, as I discovered that I and the concept of peace-peace that I coveted two poles are affixed.
And someone will say: 'Oh, finally you noticed!'.
Yes, what can I say, I have my times for all ~
优
Monday, September 14, 2009
Tr Crypt.zpack.gen Avast
Dozing blue.
优
I know, you're thinking the song you do not give a damn, you can also do without it starting. But no, because as you want to read this blog, you also want to press the 'play' of the player. is an integral part of the blog, and no less important, indeed.
Next! Move!
Bravo.
However, what can I say? Now that school has started and we are all depressed and mangled. Eh, why it is so, but we do not give a damn, why do not you want to talk about here.
Today I propose an artist. Why this huge book browsing at the Venice Biennale, of things worth noting there are, and since the last time, instead of talking about the show, I spoke of those elements that attend the shows, I'd say it ; to remedy the case.
Last time I also specified that are not the kind of person who speaks of visual art, because I prefer the silence of this type.
Not for nothing, now I will propose that an artist does not just visual art, or at least, not traditionally understood
Her name is Yoko Ono (matuguardachestranoun'altragiapponese ...), which in fact you had proposed at the end of the previous blog, but I do not think actually, if someone is spun. In fact, you just thought 'this is stupid'. Well, I'm glad! This dear
ragazzuola (so to say given the age), was born in Tokyo (Japan) in 1933. Lives and works in New York, USA. What
of Ono is nothing short of original work, which has led it to establish itself in the vanguard and experimental art for the past 50 years.
His instruments of art in fact, not as one might think of an artist, brushes, colors, and things like that.
No, absolutely not, she uses the word as a primary, forcing what is the traditional, and also the material.
His strong point in fact, are those which she called 'Istruction pieces'.
What the hell are they? They are simple (?) 'Instructions' typed-first Japanese, then translated into English-arranged in the same way that you install a traditional painting.
of Ono's work is not in the aesthetics of these 'Istruction pieces', but in its meaning.
spettatole They force him - or rather, the reader-to strain the imagination, to create a new conceptual space, another conception of art, a work of self-realization.
The player will continue, through his imagination and atraverso all that is suggested by the instructions of Ono, his work, using only that material that is ephemeral and malleable human perception.
so doing, created a tradition of artistic and philosophical concepts.
I show you now, some of these instructions, in English, because I find that the effect and what the word refers to the imagination, has a very different impact than the Italian.
Then if you do not understand a shit, is un altro discorso.
City piece I
Find a spot that is comfortable for you.
Keep the spot clean.
Think about the spot when you are away
Y.O. 1996
Painting to exist only when it's
copied or photographed
Let people cory or photograph your
Paintings.
Destroy the originals.
1994 Spring
Painting to see the skies.
Drill two holes into a canvas.
Hang it where you can see the sky.
(Change the place of hanging.
Try Both the front and the rear
Windows, to see if the skies are
Differents.)
1961 Summer
Walking piece
Walk in the footsteps of the person in front
.
1. On the ground
2. In mud
3. In snow
4. On ice
5. In water
Try not to make sounds.
YO Sping 1964
You think it's a stupid thing?
Well, you have an imagination to say the least painful.
优
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Vote Of Thanks To Reception Example
Making worlds.
Bonsoir monde.
Yeah I know, there are at least two days that do not 'signs of life, well, I've told the alvevo that this blog would not have been lying in a bed of roses for ever. No okay, actually I have other projects, which are quite concentrated, so I'm not going to think of something else.
Yet, today I did. Yes, because today I went to see the Gardens of the Biennale di Venezia.
Because I had already visited Corderie Arsenal a few months ago, I thought to go see the gardens as a pleasant memory I wore the other shows.
However, the company was different: this time In fact, I was sadly accompanied my parents, so I can say that I have not fully enjoyed the show. Last time, however, have been accompanied by my uncles Dutch, including my uncle's art critic, so you can imagine that its actions were pleasant and well placed.
However, I am not here to tell you about this, not exactly.
I wanted to talk about the so-called 'mates show'.
I'm sure that anyone who took part in an artistic event of this kind and refined sense of observation, he knows what kind of characters I am dedicated.
will be absurd to say, but those are people with whom you seem to have a history of the same duration of an emotion caused by work.
Those who accompany you silently, unconsciously or not, during the very elegant experiments which are the art exhibitions.
I can assure you that the best people I've addocchiati to these events: when they take part, to understand how you feel with just one - albeit invasive-looking, what the mind of your partner shows are composing.
do not need many words in fact, I do not ever use in fact, during these occasions.
It seems like a waste of silence to say the least intellectual.
art, beauty, music, are those species that need their silence intelligent, in fact.
However, in my case, the fellow shows were three. Leave from the less interesting.
Companion # 1: The guy who understands the art there shit.
features: blond hair, fairly short, straight and shaggy, blue eyes, very nice and comfortable clothing, complete with a classic backpack tourists. Nationality unknown, probably Danish.
equipment: a face that was all a program.
A boy. We're talking about a guy. A boy who could not understand his art a cock, or maybe you could tell us too, but it certainly was not willing to express this complex his understanding, if not by some movement of facial muscles.
I met him in three specific locations: Hall of Canada, Paglione Egypt, Hall of Denmark.
Del Hall of Canada, not to know which fantasy artist Ostrogoths, were projected on a dark wall, a video of some people who skated in an ice rink that was made space in a patently American city die; the whole was characterized by boredom indescribable to say the least.
But apparently, this guy from unknown nationality, did not think exactly like me. In fact, he, he was happily placed in front of that wall and that silly movie, with a smile that I really can not describe. Throughout the time that I turned for the pavilion, he did not look away from the screen, and when riappoggiai eyes on him, he still had that stupid smile on his face. Needless to say, finding myself in front of the show this innocence, I could not smile back.
then I met him outside the other two pavilions overwritten, lying in the most bizarre, to observe points not yet well defined, and still showing off those smiles mongoloid child.
In fact, I have yet to figure out if it is actually used to do smosfie of this kind, or if he was thinking of something funny.
Companion # 2: The reckless photographer.
Features: another boy suspected of nationality. Blond hair, rather long, straight and not too much care. Blue eyes, serious face, slender body covered with dark clothes and pretty comfortable.
equipment: an SLR-sized indescribable.
A boy. Let's talk about another guy. That kind of person that if it gives all his time on a photosensitive film, food grade does not have air to fill the lungs.
I met him directly in 2 places: the Danish pavilion, the pavilion in Japan.
In Hall of Denmark, rotrovai in front of me, just a door wide, yes and no, one and a half. He had the inherent accuracy to place themselves exactly in the middle, with the camera already in the line of the eyes, ready to shoot the imaginative work of the artist in front of him. The problem was this: "the dear boy, had been kind enough to place them precisely in the middle of a door step, with the elbows extended when it was humanly possible, and then found a herd of people around who were trying to pass to go in ' other room.
All the others, obviously very willing to wait for our fearless photographer did his pigs are comfortable, they went away impatiently, while I, not being too high, I lowered it slightly and crept silently to the other room, turning then to look at that person.
After a few seconds I stared at him, the boy snapped his photo so sweaty, and turned with the usual cold and serious face.
But one thing betrayed him: he was smiling with his eyes.
I met him again in the Japan pavilion. Well, more or less outside of the pavilion in Japan in fact.
I was quietly coming out of the Hall of North Korea, when, lifting up a bit 'look, I saw our fearless photographer skillfully climbed the wall of the pavilion unusual in Japan, still with his camera to the eye line. I was staring at a large handful of second-during which all driving me since I had carefully positioned at the center of the pavilion, but I do not fragata more -so, and he certainly did not disappoint my expectations: it shows a series of stunts that went past the boy smile Boeotian described above.
course, must have been quite happy with the prospect that the original had been found to be up there.
Companion # 3: the modern dandy.
Physical characteristics: nationality still suspected, probably English. A man of fairly advanced age. Dressed very elegantly with a black suit, a hat the same color, and white hair, carefully cut and arranged. Looking concerned, aesthetics, certainly. Goggles round lens, with very thin frame.
equipment: an iphone.
I met him almost everywhere, was the companion exhibition to excellence.
This man aroused my curiosity right now, because the clothing so nice, elegant and poetic, and the air that he drew back. It was the sort of man who exercised a fascination not just, or ERDF will be me that I had just finished reading Oscar Wilde. He peered closer look
with each work, he same time, but did not open his mouth.
The interesting scene took place in the Germany pavilion.
In fact, in my opinion, it was really fucked up of epic proportions. A cluster of treated wood placed on mo 'kitchen, with a single detail: a stuffed cat resting on top of one of those tall furniture. It will be that the dandy
liked the cat, is that he has grasped something that I have missed: extracted from the breast pocket of his jacket and bright with a clear iphone concentration on his face he took a picture of that cat with the newspaper how in the mouth. Evidently
that element must have really hit, since it was not certain what kind of person to fill the film of a camera with photos of works.
Or simply found it tacky to say the least.
enough, I concluded. Au revoir.
PIECE SUN
WATCH THE SUN UNTIL IT Becomes
SQUARE
1962 WINTER
Yoko Ono
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Bonsoir monde.
Yeah I know, there are at least two days that do not 'signs of life, well, I've told the alvevo that this blog would not have been lying in a bed of roses for ever. No okay, actually I have other projects, which are quite concentrated, so I'm not going to think of something else.
Yet, today I did. Yes, because today I went to see the Gardens of the Biennale di Venezia.
Because I had already visited Corderie Arsenal a few months ago, I thought to go see the gardens as a pleasant memory I wore the other shows.
However, the company was different: this time In fact, I was sadly accompanied my parents, so I can say that I have not fully enjoyed the show. Last time, however, have been accompanied by my uncles Dutch, including my uncle's art critic, so you can imagine that its actions were pleasant and well placed.
However, I am not here to tell you about this, not exactly.
I wanted to talk about the so-called 'mates show'.
I'm sure that anyone who took part in an artistic event of this kind and refined sense of observation, he knows what kind of characters I am dedicated.
will be absurd to say, but those are people with whom you seem to have a history of the same duration of an emotion caused by work.
Those who accompany you silently, unconsciously or not, during the very elegant experiments which are the art exhibitions.
I can assure you that the best people I've addocchiati to these events: when they take part, to understand how you feel with just one - albeit invasive-looking, what the mind of your partner shows are composing.
do not need many words in fact, I do not ever use in fact, during these occasions.
It seems like a waste of silence to say the least intellectual.
art, beauty, music, are those species that need their silence intelligent, in fact.
However, in my case, the fellow shows were three. Leave from the less interesting.
Companion # 1: The guy who understands the art there shit.
features: blond hair, fairly short, straight and shaggy, blue eyes, very nice and comfortable clothing, complete with a classic backpack tourists. Nationality unknown, probably Danish.
equipment: a face that was all a program.
A boy. We're talking about a guy. A boy who could not understand his art a cock, or maybe you could tell us too, but it certainly was not willing to express this complex his understanding, if not by some movement of facial muscles.
I met him in three specific locations: Hall of Canada, Paglione Egypt, Hall of Denmark.
Del Hall of Canada, not to know which fantasy artist Ostrogoths, were projected on a dark wall, a video of some people who skated in an ice rink that was made space in a patently American city die; the whole was characterized by boredom indescribable to say the least.
But apparently, this guy from unknown nationality, did not think exactly like me. In fact, he, he was happily placed in front of that wall and that silly movie, with a smile that I really can not describe. Throughout the time that I turned for the pavilion, he did not look away from the screen, and when riappoggiai eyes on him, he still had that stupid smile on his face. Needless to say, finding myself in front of the show this innocence, I could not smile back.
then I met him outside the other two pavilions overwritten, lying in the most bizarre, to observe points not yet well defined, and still showing off those smiles mongoloid child.
In fact, I have yet to figure out if it is actually used to do smosfie of this kind, or if he was thinking of something funny.
Companion # 2: The reckless photographer.
Features: another boy suspected of nationality. Blond hair, rather long, straight and not too much care. Blue eyes, serious face, slender body covered with dark clothes and pretty comfortable.
equipment: an SLR-sized indescribable.
A boy. Let's talk about another guy. That kind of person that if it gives all his time on a photosensitive film, food grade does not have air to fill the lungs.
I met him directly in 2 places: the Danish pavilion, the pavilion in Japan.
In Hall of Denmark, rotrovai in front of me, just a door wide, yes and no, one and a half. He had the inherent accuracy to place themselves exactly in the middle, with the camera already in the line of the eyes, ready to shoot the imaginative work of the artist in front of him. The problem was this: "the dear boy, had been kind enough to place them precisely in the middle of a door step, with the elbows extended when it was humanly possible, and then found a herd of people around who were trying to pass to go in ' other room.
All the others, obviously very willing to wait for our fearless photographer did his pigs are comfortable, they went away impatiently, while I, not being too high, I lowered it slightly and crept silently to the other room, turning then to look at that person.
After a few seconds I stared at him, the boy snapped his photo so sweaty, and turned with the usual cold and serious face.
But one thing betrayed him: he was smiling with his eyes.
I met him again in the Japan pavilion. Well, more or less outside of the pavilion in Japan in fact.
I was quietly coming out of the Hall of North Korea, when, lifting up a bit 'look, I saw our fearless photographer skillfully climbed the wall of the pavilion unusual in Japan, still with his camera to the eye line. I was staring at a large handful of second-during which all driving me since I had carefully positioned at the center of the pavilion, but I do not fragata more -so, and he certainly did not disappoint my expectations: it shows a series of stunts that went past the boy smile Boeotian described above.
course, must have been quite happy with the prospect that the original had been found to be up there.
Companion # 3: the modern dandy.
Physical characteristics: nationality still suspected, probably English. A man of fairly advanced age. Dressed very elegantly with a black suit, a hat the same color, and white hair, carefully cut and arranged. Looking concerned, aesthetics, certainly. Goggles round lens, with very thin frame.
equipment: an iphone.
I met him almost everywhere, was the companion exhibition to excellence.
This man aroused my curiosity right now, because the clothing so nice, elegant and poetic, and the air that he drew back. It was the sort of man who exercised a fascination not just, or ERDF will be me that I had just finished reading Oscar Wilde. He peered closer look
with each work, he same time, but did not open his mouth.
The interesting scene took place in the Germany pavilion.
In fact, in my opinion, it was really fucked up of epic proportions. A cluster of treated wood placed on mo 'kitchen, with a single detail: a stuffed cat resting on top of one of those tall furniture. It will be that the dandy
liked the cat, is that he has grasped something that I have missed: extracted from the breast pocket of his jacket and bright with a clear iphone concentration on his face he took a picture of that cat with the newspaper how in the mouth. Evidently
that element must have really hit, since it was not certain what kind of person to fill the film of a camera with photos of works.
Or simply found it tacky to say the least.
enough, I concluded. Au revoir.
PIECE SUN
WATCH THE SUN UNTIL IT Becomes
SQUARE
1962 WINTER
Yoko Ono
优
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Do Women Take Amplified Wheybolic Extreme 60
Something incorporeal.
'Creed is the kind of person who has an immense charm in the eyes of the world.
is as if walking on two feet above the ground.
Can you see them, you can touch, but I could never have it in hand.
the classical ideal of beauty is elusive. The goal
unattainable because it adds interest.
can slip away at any moment, always has one more resource.
He goes out of your life with the same elegance with which you have invaded my mind.
And you can not prevail in the face of everything '.
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'Creed is the kind of person who has an immense charm in the eyes of the world.
is as if walking on two feet above the ground.
Can you see them, you can touch, but I could never have it in hand.
the classical ideal of beauty is elusive. The goal
unattainable because it adds interest.
can slip away at any moment, always has one more resource.
He goes out of your life with the same elegance with which you have invaded my mind.
And you can not prevail in the face of everything '.
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Friday, September 4, 2009
Seizures And Sonicare Toothbrush
Aesthetic violence.
EMH, yes, prejudice.
Ok I'll be honest, it forced a blog, I have not the faintest idea what to write.
But before you start to shoot my menate day, I would let you know that is not this blog he'll be lying on a bed of roses for long. In the sense that probably I will finish short of the update each day (due to school), and even put pictures (because little time to make).
Then, just to be in terms of aesthetics (yet? Yes.), And music, today I put the ball in Versailles, but you probably already deduced from the title.
Yesterday I happened to read around the blogs goodbye to Jasmine You, who for the uninitiated, died Aug. 9 of this year.
Maybe I should not do that, we had already been quite dry when I heard the news, however, is been nothing short of moving.
has been described by everyone as a person of good-hearted, helpful and cheerful, and also as a senpai by whom he had much to learn. What can I say, you could do un'appello, like 'Uncle God, if sacrifice Gigi D'Alessio give me back the bass player of a group that deserves to live, please?'.
Anyway, speaking of the group, I stumbled into some ideal definition to describe the work they were doing, the project that they brought forward some five years, "the absolute beauty of form, sound and extreme aestheticism."
Needless to say, when I read this sentence, I was enchanted, not rest here to explain the reasons.
The gist of what? I hope you recover from this loss, and further pursuing the project with which You had created for him and for the fans, and of course for themselves, because really, they were doing a job that define 'excellent' is to say little.
And I have not talked about my cock. Come on, who cares.
I realized watching even older blog and photos, in fact, this space seems to my humble tribute to a Marlboro. Bha
, I should have paid with all the publicity that I ~
~ Rest in Peace, Jasmine You "~
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EMH, yes, prejudice.
Ok I'll be honest, it forced a blog, I have not the faintest idea what to write.
But before you start to shoot my menate day, I would let you know that is not this blog he'll be lying on a bed of roses for long. In the sense that probably I will finish short of the update each day (due to school), and even put pictures (because little time to make).
Then, just to be in terms of aesthetics (yet? Yes.), And music, today I put the ball in Versailles, but you probably already deduced from the title.
Yesterday I happened to read around the blogs goodbye to Jasmine You, who for the uninitiated, died Aug. 9 of this year.
Maybe I should not do that, we had already been quite dry when I heard the news, however, is been nothing short of moving.
has been described by everyone as a person of good-hearted, helpful and cheerful, and also as a senpai by whom he had much to learn. What can I say, you could do un'appello, like 'Uncle God, if sacrifice Gigi D'Alessio give me back the bass player of a group that deserves to live, please?'.
Anyway, speaking of the group, I stumbled into some ideal definition to describe the work they were doing, the project that they brought forward some five years, "the absolute beauty of form, sound and extreme aestheticism."
Needless to say, when I read this sentence, I was enchanted, not rest here to explain the reasons.
The gist of what? I hope you recover from this loss, and further pursuing the project with which You had created for him and for the fans, and of course for themselves, because really, they were doing a job that define 'excellent' is to say little.
And I have not talked about my cock. Come on, who cares.
I realized watching even older blog and photos, in fact, this space seems to my humble tribute to a Marlboro. Bha
, I should have paid with all the publicity that I ~
~ Rest in Peace, Jasmine You "~
优
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Sbi International Atm Card Faq
Decadent aesthetics.
' Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt and, moreover, no charm. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are learned. For them there is hope.
[...] The only justification for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
art, all is perfectly useless. '
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) - Preface.
Yeah, I'm re-reading (yes, again) The Portrait of Dorian Gray.
Why? Well because, I needed to vent my anguish aesthetic somewhere, and I think that there is no better way to read such a book, and make '(useless) art.
I think simply calling it a 'book' is beautiful and good offense. At least let us say, a good book, just to stay on topic.
have described as a 'celebration of beauty', and I think that as a definition enough.
not read it, I mean really, do not read it. All this dandyism kill you if you're not psychologically ready, and difficult to be psychologically ready to paradoxes such as those of Wilde.
However, I must say that this book makes you understand something. First of all, and good ones too sentimental, not going anywhere. Second, people exceedingly nice, fall in love so much of themselves, to end up victims of their own beauty. And third, the only one that survives is the cynical and immoral with a good dose of charm.
is not very encouraging as' moral'(?), know. I do not think the author's purpose was to write a novel encouraging, indeed. And as usual decadence and disgrace, with the death, had to acquire their charm.
No, I have no want to talk about my business today, if he had not understood.
I'm here with my head away to stare at the cover of the book, rather intrigued, I must say.
I just need beautiful things, and disgustingly useless ~
A cigarette is the perfect prototype of a perfect pleasure. E 'exquisite and leaves unsatisfied. What more could you want? - Oscar Wilde.
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' Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt and, moreover, no charm. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are learned. For them there is hope.
[...] The only justification for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
art, all is perfectly useless. '
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) - Preface.
Yeah, I'm re-reading (yes, again) The Portrait of Dorian Gray.
Why? Well because, I needed to vent my anguish aesthetic somewhere, and I think that there is no better way to read such a book, and make '(useless) art.
I think simply calling it a 'book' is beautiful and good offense. At least let us say, a good book, just to stay on topic.
have described as a 'celebration of beauty', and I think that as a definition enough.
not read it, I mean really, do not read it. All this dandyism kill you if you're not psychologically ready, and difficult to be psychologically ready to paradoxes such as those of Wilde.
However, I must say that this book makes you understand something. First of all, and good ones too sentimental, not going anywhere. Second, people exceedingly nice, fall in love so much of themselves, to end up victims of their own beauty. And third, the only one that survives is the cynical and immoral with a good dose of charm.
is not very encouraging as' moral'(?), know. I do not think the author's purpose was to write a novel encouraging, indeed. And as usual decadence and disgrace, with the death, had to acquire their charm.
No, I have no want to talk about my business today, if he had not understood.
I'm here with my head away to stare at the cover of the book, rather intrigued, I must say.
I just need beautiful things, and disgustingly useless ~
A cigarette is the perfect prototype of a perfect pleasure. E 'exquisite and leaves unsatisfied. What more could you want? - Oscar Wilde.
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Waxing Salon Uncensored
Distorted abortion.
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Mmm, day.
Ok this morning the birds sing, the mice I arrange the curtains and I have woken up Bambi slinguazzandomi face.
Aahhaha. No. I've got a knot in my stomach which prevent me from eating until 6 pm.
But I can still smoke
~ If someone had asked the reason for this strange (?) Introduction, well, you know that today I have a question. It will probably be a crap: ask me to do a head in clay and I with all my beloved calm (?) Blasphemes until the last minute for fear of not able to finish it.
No, okay, I already sick of talking about school, I'm getting the sick, but soothing to the blog. Yes
then, I'm awake from 8 half, and I think I dreamed of being kind to some Grand Finale. Anxiety makes bad jokes eh ~
must say that yesterday I felt very, like, teen rocker type: T-shirt of a group, all star, shoulder bag, stoned, and butt. It was a strange sensation, and the Cronan, no, I do not always go out in certain conditions.
Okay, I'm here because I got out of Gongolo mind all that I had to write, so you notice? I
say, not that you would have missed this great bendiddio, but in short, would be something right?
What can I say, actually has more value than what you do not say what I say.
So what the hell do I write? Ehhhh, who knows, we are asking all the ~
Ok this morning the birds sing, the mice I arrange the curtains and I have woken up Bambi slinguazzandomi face.
Aahhaha. No. I've got a knot in my stomach which prevent me from eating until 6 pm.
But I can still smoke
~ If someone had asked the reason for this strange (?) Introduction, well, you know that today I have a question. It will probably be a crap: ask me to do a head in clay and I with all my beloved calm (?) Blasphemes until the last minute for fear of not able to finish it.
No, okay, I already sick of talking about school, I'm getting the sick, but soothing to the blog. Yes
then, I'm awake from 8 half, and I think I dreamed of being kind to some Grand Finale. Anxiety makes bad jokes eh ~
must say that yesterday I felt very, like, teen rocker type: T-shirt of a group, all star, shoulder bag, stoned, and butt. It was a strange sensation, and the Cronan, no, I do not always go out in certain conditions.
Okay, I'm here because I got out of Gongolo mind all that I had to write, so you notice? I
say, not that you would have missed this great bendiddio, but in short, would be something right?
What can I say, actually has more value than what you do not say what I say.
So what the hell do I write? Ehhhh, who knows, we are asking all the ~
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Which Brand Of Gluthathion Is Effective
Strained silver.
Oh no. What the fuck. If you have touched upon the idea to pause and start the song, back up and squeeze play. NOW, rude.
intrippante is, really. I think that we wake up in the morning with this song. In the summer of course, I do not think I could afford when I go to school because we say that has not exactly sound that helps to open their eyes and realize that you're in the world, indeed .
However, I am challenging my desire to do anything. Yesterday I spent two long hours with their sights set on the board of architectural drawing the wall of an apartment, and I think I ever need a cornea transplant, after that. And today, I'll do the damn 10 minutes away and fight against the summer heat to get the tobacco that falls to me, because it is very sad to wake up and not smoke a cigarette, really.
I think I'll finish reading books on Zen, ie, I finish what I bought and then I'm done with the Zen. Do not ask me why, I have not yet understood. Here, I think the previous sentence says it all, why get up on the middle finger toward Zen: I spin 'the art of speech, and I do not like at all. I think I'll rather
to get a book of Wilde, at least I feel that aesthetics wasters happens, dear old Oscar Wilde.
Ah, I would like to point out one thing: it is finally finished in August. Finally. Wait, I repeat if you have not understood, finally.
Because honestly, with all the bad luck that it rained from the sky for a month, missing only told me that, say, that they were going to pussy Hizumi the vocal cords. But we must also say that in all quell'aglomerato of bad luck, a pleasure August-sama made me: An Cafe are on hiatsu. I apologize in advance if there are any fans who are reading, but I am enjoying as a hedgehog.
Just that I do not do the scherzone to check with other relief groups in the meantime, it would be five times more than he could be so heartbreaking to see the face of Miku and the other four guys.
Ah, today I present my fur ball, who is ill to write comment. Again. Being a cross with a Persian Rogne has all that a cat can have, such as an endless series of eye problems. We are all here hoping that the problem can be solved without (a third, or fourth, now I'm even count) operation.
find it there, between the silly pictures and municipalities. Street, for today I finished the blather, au revoir.
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intrippante is, really. I think that we wake up in the morning with this song. In the summer of course, I do not think I could afford when I go to school because we say that has not exactly sound that helps to open their eyes and realize that you're in the world, indeed .
However, I am challenging my desire to do anything. Yesterday I spent two long hours with their sights set on the board of architectural drawing the wall of an apartment, and I think I ever need a cornea transplant, after that. And today, I'll do the damn 10 minutes away and fight against the summer heat to get the tobacco that falls to me, because it is very sad to wake up and not smoke a cigarette, really.
I think I'll finish reading books on Zen, ie, I finish what I bought and then I'm done with the Zen. Do not ask me why, I have not yet understood. Here, I think the previous sentence says it all, why get up on the middle finger toward Zen: I spin 'the art of speech, and I do not like at all. I think I'll rather
to get a book of Wilde, at least I feel that aesthetics wasters happens, dear old Oscar Wilde.
Ah, I would like to point out one thing: it is finally finished in August. Finally. Wait, I repeat if you have not understood, finally.
Because honestly, with all the bad luck that it rained from the sky for a month, missing only told me that, say, that they were going to pussy Hizumi the vocal cords. But we must also say that in all quell'aglomerato of bad luck, a pleasure August-sama made me: An Cafe are on hiatsu. I apologize in advance if there are any fans who are reading, but I am enjoying as a hedgehog.
Just that I do not do the scherzone to check with other relief groups in the meantime, it would be five times more than he could be so heartbreaking to see the face of Miku and the other four guys.
Ah, today I present my fur ball, who is ill to write comment. Again. Being a cross with a Persian Rogne has all that a cat can have, such as an endless series of eye problems. We are all here hoping that the problem can be solved without (a third, or fourth, now I'm even count) operation.
find it there, between the silly pictures and municipalities.
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Written Driving Test For Autistic
Ancient skin.
Buogiorno world.
are still in the process 'mmmm' the day, so I should not be much of a girlfriend of expression.
I also let slip some blasphemy in reality, since it is the third time that I rewrite these lines because for one reason or another country I go to that page. So I keep forgetting what I had to write.
Probably I wrote that I wanted a cigarette. Ah, yes, but just that .... I'm too lazy to make me 10 long, agonizing and exhausting minutes away to pick up a lovely red soft pack of Marlboros, and then I'm here to gloat.
I want a manager myself I went to take the toilet paper when I do not want to leave the house dick.
What then is the list of books that I stared a little confident, there nell'angolino of the table, at a safe distance.
No, I do not want to start school, mostly because I like being on holiday even two weeks ~ And
neovacanziera good, instead of doing architecture, I'm in the bathtub and read books on zen.
Coomunque, to finish this blather.
Yesterday evening I was quietly reading that what Marieclaire theoretical fashion magazine.
was a bit 'like a hoe on his feet, a fork in the ribs, the wasabi in the nose, do some' you short.
Why? Why even a fashion magazine is saying that you're part of a nation of ignoramuses.
The project which was mentioned in fact, were the libraries. For some years now, they're like mushrooms spuntante a bit 'in all countries in all continents. Libraries with a modern and pleasant, and a heart practical and functional, see Black Diamond in Copenhagen (which I have had the pleasure to see ~). And they are no longer simple library of books ... (I apologize for the pun), but also music libraries, with the possibility of getting a jump at the bar (inside the library of course) when you want to do a break, and to meet people with certain life experiences (Chess, a former cancer patients for example, but even things up a bit 'less tragic ~).
Just to give you an idea of how bad we're in, just think that in a village in the province of London, with a disproportionate rate of illiteracy, the library, which opened recently, it receives something like 2 thousand visits a day (with 'customers' of every age, rank and nationality).
the gist? That once again I am ashamed to be Italian.
Well, I have too much fanfare.
I leave with the usual photos simple and silly but they are not only simple and silly photos.
Ah, the last is not my thing. I am not aware of having the lead singer of Black Cherry Acid that turns me to a room half naked ~
Buogiorno world.
are still in the process 'mmmm' the day, so I should not be much of a girlfriend of expression.
I also let slip some blasphemy in reality, since it is the third time that I rewrite these lines because for one reason or another country I go to that page. So I keep forgetting what I had to write.
Probably I wrote that I wanted a cigarette. Ah, yes, but just that .... I'm too lazy to make me 10 long, agonizing and exhausting minutes away to pick up a lovely red soft pack of Marlboros, and then I'm here to gloat.
I want a manager myself I went to take the toilet paper when I do not want to leave the house dick.
What then is the list of books that I stared a little confident, there nell'angolino of the table, at a safe distance.
No, I do not want to start school, mostly because I like being on holiday even two weeks ~ And
neovacanziera good, instead of doing architecture, I'm in the bathtub and read books on zen.
Coomunque, to finish this blather.
Yesterday evening I was quietly reading that what Marieclaire theoretical fashion magazine.
was a bit 'like a hoe on his feet, a fork in the ribs, the wasabi in the nose, do some' you short.
Why? Why even a fashion magazine is saying that you're part of a nation of ignoramuses.
The project which was mentioned in fact, were the libraries. For some years now, they're like mushrooms spuntante a bit 'in all countries in all continents. Libraries with a modern and pleasant, and a heart practical and functional, see Black Diamond in Copenhagen (which I have had the pleasure to see ~). And they are no longer simple library of books ... (I apologize for the pun), but also music libraries, with the possibility of getting a jump at the bar (inside the library of course) when you want to do a break, and to meet people with certain life experiences (Chess, a former cancer patients for example, but even things up a bit 'less tragic ~).
Just to give you an idea of how bad we're in, just think that in a village in the province of London, with a disproportionate rate of illiteracy, the library, which opened recently, it receives something like 2 thousand visits a day (with 'customers' of every age, rank and nationality).
the gist? That once again I am ashamed to be Italian.
Well, I have too much fanfare.
I leave with the usual photos simple and silly but they are not only simple and silly photos.
Ah, the last is not my thing. I am not aware of having the lead singer of Black Cherry Acid that turns me to a room half naked ~
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Ah I found something cute. My beloved iPod, you do the photos alone.
Therefore, having a dictionary of Japanese in the ipod, I thought to post the meaning of the Kanji above.
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Ah I found something cute. My beloved iPod, you do the photos alone.
Therefore, having a dictionary of Japanese in the ipod, I thought to post the meaning of the Kanji above.
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
Where Can I Buyibeatheadphones
Long lasting madness.
But I put an appropriate title.
In fact I already have a blog I had it, a little thin (6 months) long ago.
begin to think seriously about that Sunday at home without tobacco cause me serious damage.
I just thought 'Come on, who cares, let's do it'. And I usually I do not do this (pseudo) arguments.
I thought this time I will not try to define words source abstruse concepts that not even I understand too well, because it would be really, really, too ridiculous.
In fact, rereading the barbaggianate I wrote long ago, I rolled with laughter on the carpet on the side for a good quarter of an hour.
No, not true, I'm not giving out of your mind. I just need to express myself. But I resolved that in words I can not very well.
Perhaps we should look into my eyes for at least a little understanding 'of what goes through my head.
No! Will not post pictures of my eyes for the duration of (Tragic) life of this blog, you understand what the hell.
will post pictures rather silly and common. But the silly pictures and municipalities have not only common and silly photos.
But it's not my job to be to explain this and that.
I did it for too long, now I squeeze you, the meninges, the nasty Madonna. I gave up taking pictures
Where's My Car and sophisticated, because I understand that my poor digital does not hold all that sophistication.
Yes, the day will come that I will have a reflex, and then, you'll be really screwed.
Ah, then, in theory the first place, should have the decency to come forward.
But no. Even here, we arranged. From
forward, dislodged, return to run for your forum and Smena on facebook, that there's nothing to see here.
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But I put an appropriate title.
In fact I already have a blog I had it, a little thin (6 months) long ago.
begin to think seriously about that Sunday at home without tobacco cause me serious damage.
I just thought 'Come on, who cares, let's do it'. And I usually I do not do this (pseudo) arguments.
I thought this time I will not try to define words source abstruse concepts that not even I understand too well, because it would be really, really, too ridiculous.
In fact, rereading the barbaggianate I wrote long ago, I rolled with laughter on the carpet on the side for a good quarter of an hour.
No, not true, I'm not giving out of your mind. I just need to express myself. But I resolved that in words I can not very well.
Perhaps we should look into my eyes for at least a little understanding 'of what goes through my head.
No! Will not post pictures of my eyes for the duration of (Tragic) life of this blog, you understand what the hell.
will post pictures rather silly and common. But the silly pictures and municipalities have not only common and silly photos.
But it's not my job to be to explain this and that.
I did it for too long, now I squeeze you, the meninges, the nasty Madonna. I gave up taking pictures
Where's My Car and sophisticated, because I understand that my poor digital does not hold all that sophistication.
Yes, the day will come that I will have a reflex, and then, you'll be really screwed.
Ah, then, in theory the first place, should have the decency to come forward.
But no. Even here, we arranged. From
forward, dislodged, return to run for your forum and Smena on facebook, that there's nothing to see here.
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Monday, July 6, 2009
Large Old Barrels For Sale
and sooo
Since September 23, 2008 July 6, 2009 to spend! OH MY GOD! but how much time without writing anything on my LJ ... shame on meee!
It 's been a long time and many things have happened ... nothing major, mind you, but time has passed!
First, in December I was in Madrid with my fellow students and our English teacher! 5 days in the capital! beautiful city, although quite chaotic (there are no areas of the city exclusively reserved for pedestrians, they risked being knocked down every 3 seconds for some taxi!) a little 'dirty (I think it is the prerogative any capital ..) but fascinating at every street corner there was some monument to be observed or a street artist who was performing ... xò never be able to match Barcelona, between the two, the English city which remains the more I liked it!
Then it was the turn of Venice! She came to see me and together we decided Alessandra (overnight) to go find our friend Claudia in Venice, so we took the first available train and three hours later we were there to turn to the streets and do silly pictures, as well as video even more idiots! haha! Beautiful day!
I made another trip after Venice was in Salzburg to visit my brother and his fiancee for their wedding! Yes, I became a sister too! hahaha! That's nice, it was exciting (I cried ... and I was the only well .. I even touched the bride and groom, what a shame ... # #-__-). They decided an intimate ceremony x, x we were just me and my best girlfriend's parents, four cats ... more than anything else to do a ceremony in style costs a fortune today, x they have chosen to celebrate this event only with us ...
very last trip was made in Gardaland! On June 25 together with my classmates and other friends we started with a train at 7:30 am (@ __ @) and we spent a day at Gardaland really wonderful! The company was fantastic, and we all went in confidence from the start, even if you are not familiar ... so handsome! absolutely to be redone! In fact there is a scheduled meeting of comapgnia this weekend or next ... need a little 'organize! XD
To say that there also seems to convict because Ben was born a couple of our happy little group .. who knows who knows (ahem. .. x the record, I am the subject ... hehe even though there is some movement here from me ... let's see ... time will tell!)
From the section "The Travels of Antonella" is all ...
As for "Antonella Surfin 'in the Net" is there to say that by now I opened with my BEST FRIEND Ale a BLOG for Rooney ITALIAN FANS! By the way, is popular as a desert ... ie there no shit, but we happily continue on our journey ...
XD And this is it, pending further news post by sending you a kiss!
soon,
Anto
Since September 23, 2008 July 6, 2009 to spend! OH MY GOD! but how much time without writing anything on my LJ ... shame on meee!
It 's been a long time and many things have happened ... nothing major, mind you, but time has passed!
First, in December I was in Madrid with my fellow students and our English teacher! 5 days in the capital! beautiful city, although quite chaotic (there are no areas of the city exclusively reserved for pedestrians, they risked being knocked down every 3 seconds for some taxi!) a little 'dirty (I think it is the prerogative any capital ..) but fascinating at every street corner there was some monument to be observed or a street artist who was performing ... xò never be able to match Barcelona, between the two, the English city which remains the more I liked it!
Then it was the turn of Venice! She came to see me and together we decided Alessandra (overnight) to go find our friend Claudia in Venice, so we took the first available train and three hours later we were there to turn to the streets and do silly pictures, as well as video even more idiots! haha! Beautiful day!
I made another trip after Venice was in Salzburg to visit my brother and his fiancee for their wedding! Yes, I became a sister too! hahaha! That's nice, it was exciting (I cried ... and I was the only well .. I even touched the bride and groom, what a shame ... # #-__-). They decided an intimate ceremony x, x we were just me and my best girlfriend's parents, four cats ... more than anything else to do a ceremony in style costs a fortune today, x they have chosen to celebrate this event only with us ...
very last trip was made in Gardaland! On June 25 together with my classmates and other friends we started with a train at 7:30 am (@ __ @) and we spent a day at Gardaland really wonderful! The company was fantastic, and we all went in confidence from the start, even if you are not familiar ... so handsome! absolutely to be redone! In fact there is a scheduled meeting of comapgnia this weekend or next ... need a little 'organize! XD
To say that there also seems to convict because Ben was born a couple of our happy little group .. who knows who knows (ahem. .. x the record, I am the subject ... hehe even though there is some movement here from me ... let's see ... time will tell!)
From the section "The Travels of Antonella" is all ...
As for "Antonella Surfin 'in the Net" is there to say that by now I opened with my BEST FRIEND Ale a BLOG for Rooney ITALIAN FANS! By the way, is popular as a desert ... ie there no shit, but we happily continue on our journey ...
XD And this is it, pending further news post by sending you a kiss!
soon,
Anto
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Obtaining A Carpentry License In Ny
In a month exact * _ *
In a month I'll be right at the concert of Kanjani * _ *, I can not wait ... Yasu even if you did it again you are still my favorite blonde * _ *
is lacking a little over two weeks at the start and things that I do not I'm doing, I made a few but my laziness is ; the stars and I can not wait to change an air .. I hope that those three months I Tokyo clarify ideas and make a decision or at least try ...
We finally have a home but the thing I'm after more everyday stresses of the aircraft and be able to find it ^ ^ I hope it is not difficult ..
There are a lot of things I want to do once they arrived, and I can not wait especially going to eat at Mama Aiba * _ * and be able to go to a concert Arashi .. although I also like going to the August 20, Ayaka ... too much money ....
waiting for me to burn CDs ...
and I wait the last episode of ghost friends
In a month I'll be right at the concert of Kanjani * _ *, I can not wait ... Yasu even if you did it again you are still my favorite blonde * _ *
is lacking a little over two weeks at the start and things that I do not I'm doing, I made a few but my laziness is ; the stars and I can not wait to change an air .. I hope that those three months I Tokyo clarify ideas and make a decision or at least try ...
We finally have a home but the thing I'm after more everyday stresses of the aircraft and be able to find it ^ ^ I hope it is not difficult ..
There are a lot of things I want to do once they arrived, and I can not wait especially going to eat at Mama Aiba * _ * and be able to go to a concert Arashi .. although I also like going to the August 20, Ayaka ... too much money ....
waiting for me to burn CDs ...
and I wait the last episode of ghost friends
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Confidentiality Clauseuk
[Supernatural] The death gives birth to a hunter /?
Author: dark_winchester
Title: The death raises hunters
Party: 1 /?
Characters: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer (only dimensioned)
Rating: G
Words: 644
Fandom: Supernatural
Season : end of the second
Desclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to their respective propritari and not me .. why ????? ç___ç also this is not for profit
Notes: This is an alternate ending of the second season, the only thing I hope is not to be killed for doing Bobby out .. XD So to all those who had passed the plan to kill me, why do not give it to Bobby just vengeance!
Author: dark_winchester
Title: The death raises hunters
Party: 1 /?
Characters: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer (only dimensioned)
Rating: G
Words: 644
Fandom: Supernatural
Season : end of the second
Desclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to their respective propritari
Notes: This is an alternate ending of the second season, the only thing I hope is not to be killed for doing Bobby out .. XD So to all those who had passed the plan to kill me, why do not give it to Bobby just vengeance!
Azazel had just killed, they were tired and wanted a hot bath was making its way into the heads of Winchester.
now risk being killed during a hunt had become routine for John and his sons, but to see losing a loved one's life that night, had been traumatic, especially for the youngest.
Dean had always known the feelings that Sam tried to Bobby, it was like a second father to him, he knew how much admiration for his intelligence and cunning, almost the perfect parent.
see him there, however, killed by a demon for his error had affected him inside, deep down, first arrived at the motel and took two rooms, one single and one double.
All the way with the Impala nobody had opened his mouth, just a look between John and Dean had clarified the state of mind of Sam. While they climbed
that one ramp, John decided to start talking about "Boy, I need to clarify some things, then half an hour I want in my room" used a tone quite hard but not too much because he understood how felt now his children, "Yes sir," replied the eldest motioning to Sam to talk, "Uh, yes, yes sir" and walked alone to the room.
"Daddy Sam .." he tried to justify his brother Dean, his father put his hand on my shoulder and said, " Dean I know, do not worry, we've been through a lot but we will leave behind even this, "Dean nodded," I ask only one thing, be careful what he does please, I fear that gets in trouble & rdquo , said John indicating that door that divided them from Sam.
John entered the room and jumped into bed, and Dean opened the door and I find that Sam looked out the window, did not say anything but only asked, "Hey Sam, do you mind if I shower for first? "expect an answer like - I do not think because you end up not even hot water - Or a minimum of rudeness towards him, just to see that his character or that he still had at least one vent a bit 'but he had neither "No, go ahead" and so the only answer , went to the bathroom.
entered and closed the door, stripped and immediately fell under that stream of water every now and then helped him to relax tense muscles from too much effort, thought Sam and especially dwelt on his eyes, those eyes sapientone he liked so much and now they had lost it somewhere and leave the room for a look sad and guilty.
The sound of a door roused him from his thoughts went out in life with only a towel and headed to Sam, he rubbed his eyes several times, or because he was dreaming or Sam was gone from the mind passed the suggestion that maybe his father was, but come on, he told him, well dressed hurriedly and went to knock on the door of his father.
John heard the first knock but did not get up, then knocked a second time when he tried to stand up and opened, looked through the peephole and snorted, "Dean what the hell is it?" Dry said, "Daddy Sam is gone" John's eyes widened enormously and soon forgot all the pain and fatigue, he went out ; travel with Dean and together they went to look for the second.
"Damn Sam!" Cursed his father "I try to call him" Dean said, but before he could enter a single number, a shot behind them stopped him.
They turned and glimpsed a gun that was definitely unique, with the Latin printed on an exorcism: it was definitely Sam's gun.
more ..Thursday, May 28, 2009
Gelmicin Para Que Sirve 40g
[Supernatural] Not all angels are good 1 /?
Author: dark_winchester
Title: Not all angels are good
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel and Uriel
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 796
Rating: G
Disclaimer: beautiful Supernatural and its characters do not belong to me but if I and Baby go to Vancouver and then we see if they are not our muhahahahahah !!!!! but are part of the cast of that show with producer Eric Kripke.
Notes: This fanfiction takes place after the episode 4x07 It's the Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester
I am devastated, until a few minutes ago I thought that Sam had made out of Uriel, and now you turn the omelet and it was also burned on my side, I pass a hand over his face and a picture of my brother hung by his wrists bleeding everywhere you draw me in the head, immediately shake trying to leave that plan "makes no sense! Uriel why should we go to hurt Sam? "Castiel looks at me straight in the eye" I do not know Dean, maybe it made some agreement with a follower of Lucifer "
Author: dark_winchester
Title: Not all angels are good
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel and Uriel
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 796
Rating: G
Disclaimer:
Notes: This fanfiction takes place after the episode 4x07 It's the Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester
Sammy, why?
You promised me you would not done that you would not have used your powers - dammit! - And instead have betrayed the trust I placed in you, you hurt me.
My brother looks at me, she flies from a person betrayed, lost and I know why, I promised him
"Dean .." "No Sammy not today, not now" "Sorry" is too Later, Dean has already been removed.
Dean was right
're dicks ..
Uriel comes dangerously close to me, "I recommend Sam Winchester, for now you are alive only because you have help, but next time, when no longer needed, a single word and I will turn into dust with my hands "I have no fear of an angel - never mind - I'm not afraid of a demon, and certainly not a stupid angel me makes you the jitters, "As long as you do not get destroyed before" smile at her head held high, the angel ride "And tell me Winchester, who would destroy me?" now to him a hair from his face "Who knows, maybe happen to me this honor," looks at me straight in the eye "You try? ".
A moment before talking to an angel, but now I chat with the wind sound crazy, I'm sitting on a bench in the playground, thinking of the wound that still burns me Then Castiel reappears as lightning, has a 'worried' Dean .. "" What Cas there, do not tell me that you just can not go home, "I joke, but I silenced her gaze on the spot" Dean can not find Uriel "are totally indifferent to this thing," Maybe went to take a ride, not break you, come again "" No Dean, you do not understand! Angels feel wherever they go but now I can not feel his presence "is yelling at me," What do you mean you can not hear .. "Castiel's face is bleached" CAS is going on? & Rdquo , "First, when we discussed, it was not just to be alone, but .. "" What? "my curiosity is going out of bounds" But it was also to get away from Sam, Uriel wanted to discuss with your brother, "I the mouth is so dry that I no longer feel the language, "What ??!!!" then I also mutes I would say that my brother nerd, I pulled the money.
"Wait, this means that Sam .." "Yes, it could be" called Sam in a hurry, one ring, two rings, three rings and then part of the answer "Here Sam Winchester, at the moment I can not answer, leave a message after the beep" - shit - "Cas we must go to him, accompany me to the motel, please" blink of an eye and I find myself in front of the door of the dingy room, and before I open followed by Castiel "Sam? Sam! "Nothing, no one answers, then my foot treads on something, I look down and I am petrified, Sam's cell phone all covered with blood.
Castiel also approaches me and puts a hand on his shoulder, "Dean, the blood .." "I swear, when we find Sam kill him with my bare hands Cas .. "" listen to Dean, "Castiel looked wide-eyed" This .. this is not the blood of Uriel "in my mind are formed conclusions terrible" What? "leaves me in a whisper," See Dean angels we have blood like you and like all human beings But there is a difference, not everyone has the blood of the same color "Castiel I would not continue but my mouth speaks for itself," What does this mean? "" Well Uriel, his blood is of a different color "of the anger I feel his way to take the collar Castiel" Cas shit, do not turn around and finish the sentence, "" The blood of Uriel Dean is blue! "unintended conclusion that I ; fell on him "So .." "I fear that Sam is really in danger, not like that time with Bender, or vampires, but in really big trouble. "
I am devastated, until a few minutes ago I thought that Sam had made out of Uriel, and now you turn the omelet and it was also burned on my side, I pass a hand over his face and a picture of my brother hung by his wrists bleeding everywhere you draw me in the head, immediately shake trying to leave that plan "makes no sense! Uriel why should we go to hurt Sam? "Castiel looks at me straight in the eye" I do not know Dean, maybe it made some agreement with a follower of Lucifer "
in my mouth begins to ripple a smile," No no no, wait, then you're telling me that my brother is ; disappeared with Uriel, because maybe that sadistic bastard angel has made a deal with a demon? "I'm laughing hysterically and nervously" Dean I. .. "" The next time you want to leave a nutcase with Sam tell me first, so that I give him a one-way ticket to hell !!!!"
more ..
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
How To Invite My Brother To Visit Us?
Miscellaneous ..
today after two weeks of 'I can finally say waiting to be enrolled in the Summer Intensive Course at' Arc Academy of Shinjuku, Shibuya beginning we wanted to go but then saw the cost of transportation we went to Shinjuku and maybe a bit 'more than tranquillao Shibuya ..
The funny thing was no confirmation of payment to date because the bank told me that my name would appear in the school's bank account even though the bill was to my mom, we wrote it on purpose, but no .. at the end with my name was not nothing but the money had been sent to Tokyo .. Fortunately, I asked the secretary of the school to check if the case did not appear the name of my mother instead of my ..
In fact, after just half an hour, in Japan it was nearly 19.30, the secretary sent me an email saying that my payment had found the name of my mother ... yokatta, it!
What then work until 19.30 and must have been aided by her colleagues to look for the name ...
However now you just need to want to revise grammar and kanji ^ ^
Yesterday afternoon I was almost taken a hit by reading the beginning stages of Arashi that the girl had written that I thought they were rumors and confirmed .. would be so nice if it did from August to mid September, again in Tokyo, I'd go to that kind of birthday or Jun that September 15 is the anniversary but I know it will be impossible because there will be a many requests .. will opt for the days close, again if the dates and the tour will not be denied or changed .. and we hope we'll see
I finally saw my first tour of the puzzle-making, the noon I could find, but there is a lj Shota ... but how cute with longish hair and blacks, although courts would be a bit 'more serious ..
Drama: I watched the first episode of Mr. Brain ... and it will continue because it inspires me even if I wait sottotitoli.L the 'only thing is that I confirmed that I do not like Takuya Kimura and I do not goes down ... but that which is bad, it makes me compare him to gigi d'alessio .. Fortunately, there is also Hiro that compensates and Ayase Haruka ..
Then I want to give a third chance to Konkatsu, and start Boss. I find it very nice Mentantei no Okite ..
continue with Smile, The quiz show, Ghost all friends say it's bullshit, but it will be so much lighter and cuter Maou that everyone liked it but not me .. the only thing is to listen to the song "Yuzu is beautiful ..
A drama that I could see Japan: no one yet. When I return in Italy there are one or two that for sure but I will look to star on TV in dorm appicicata not now, maybe just to Yamapi but only to see the role that Junpei and perhaps to Fukuda Saki .. expect more news ..
today after two weeks of 'I can finally say waiting to be enrolled in the Summer Intensive Course at' Arc Academy of Shinjuku, Shibuya beginning we wanted to go but then saw the cost of transportation we went to Shinjuku and maybe a bit 'more than tranquillao Shibuya ..
The funny thing was no confirmation of payment to date because the bank told me that my name would appear in the school's bank account even though the bill was to my mom, we wrote it on purpose, but no .. at the end with my name was not nothing but the money had been sent to Tokyo .. Fortunately, I asked the secretary of the school to check if the case did not appear the name of my mother instead of my ..
In fact, after just half an hour, in Japan it was nearly 19.30, the secretary sent me an email saying that my payment had found the name of my mother ... yokatta, it!
What then work until 19.30 and must have been aided by her colleagues to look for the name ...
However now you just need to want to revise grammar and kanji ^ ^
Yesterday afternoon I was almost taken a hit by reading the beginning stages of Arashi that the girl had written that I thought they were rumors and confirmed .. would be so nice if it did from August to mid September, again in Tokyo, I'd go to that kind of birthday or Jun that September 15 is the anniversary but I know it will be impossible because there will be a many requests .. will opt for the days close, again if the dates and the tour will not be denied or changed .. and we hope we'll see
I finally saw my first tour of the puzzle-making, the noon I could find, but there is a lj Shota ... but how cute with longish hair and blacks, although courts would be a bit 'more serious ..
Drama: I watched the first episode of Mr. Brain ... and it will continue because it inspires me even if I wait sottotitoli.L the 'only thing is that I confirmed that I do not like Takuya Kimura and I do not goes down ... but that which is bad, it makes me compare him to gigi d'alessio .. Fortunately, there is also Hiro that compensates and Ayase Haruka ..
Then I want to give a third chance to Konkatsu, and start Boss. I find it very nice Mentantei no Okite ..
continue with Smile, The quiz show, Ghost all friends say it's bullshit, but it will be so much lighter and cuter Maou that everyone liked it but not me .. the only thing is to listen to the song "Yuzu is beautiful ..
A drama that I could see Japan: no one yet. When I return in Italy there are one or two that for sure but I will look to star on TV in dorm appicicata not now, maybe just to Yamapi but only to see the role that Junpei and perhaps to Fukuda Saki .. expect more news ..
Friday, May 22, 2009
What To Write On Guestbook Wedding
From joy to despair in the space of half a minute .. ^ ^
this morning as usual after the computer look acesso in the various news sites and read the new butai Nino in late July and early August .. I was doing jumping for joy finally came out on something by going to see Arashi in the summer when I read better .. ONLY FOR THE FAN CLUB !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
not know if I'm more discouraged about what Johnny could do about the concert tickets or think positive and find an excuse like "but as they do in Tokyo just maybe the fans of the fan club around the other cities ; of Japan have the chance to go since it's summer and only there "but I say add more dates in other cities and even the possibility of going to a non-registered to the theater to see a thing ....
thank goodness it does not show I'm Sho
Hopefully concert if you ever have them put Jhonny not invent it someone else ..
if not become a fan of Yamapi, but no ....
this morning as usual after the computer look acesso in the various news sites and read the new butai Nino in late July and early August .. I was doing jumping for joy finally came out on something by going to see Arashi in the summer when I read better .. ONLY FOR THE FAN CLUB !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
not know if I'm more discouraged about what Johnny could do about the concert tickets or think positive and find an excuse like "but as they do in Tokyo just maybe the fans of the fan club around the other cities ; of Japan have the chance to go since it's summer and only there "but I say add more dates in other cities and even the possibility of going to a non-registered to the theater to see a thing ....
thank goodness it does not show I'm Sho
Hopefully concert if you ever have them put Jhonny not invent it someone else ..
if not become a fan of Yamapi, but no ....
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
How Many Calories In Skirt Steak?
Habemus tickets Kanjani8
Yesterday, after the whole day and night, past to understand and to register on the site, Paola (genky ya) has got two tickets to the concert in Nagano Kanjani8 ^ ^. However
tickets for Nagano are the most expensive, damn them .. Saturday night we had seen two to 15,000, but no time to say good Monday I go to the post and puff ... already sold .. that bad luck ..
thought of going to the next stage of Kanazawa, where the ticket was to cost 19,000, but on balance we spent the same and we decided Nagano pe .. 23,500 yen per ticket .. if they try to erase it-move-sing more that may or may complain of anything .. I pissed at least we were let go in the dressing room or give us a direct autographs in return ^ ^ sperimao to see them well because the Big Hat, Nagano , smaller than the Tokyo Dome ..
am happy .. still do not believe and I can not wait ..
The concert on 11 July at 14 ^ ^
Yesterday, after the whole day and night, past to understand and to register on the site, Paola (genky ya) has got two tickets to the concert in Nagano Kanjani8 ^ ^. However
tickets for Nagano are the most expensive, damn them .. Saturday night we had seen two to 15,000, but no time to say good Monday I go to the post and puff ... already sold .. that bad luck ..
thought of going to the next stage of Kanazawa, where the ticket was to cost 19,000, but on balance we spent the same and we decided Nagano pe .. 23,500 yen per ticket .. if they try to erase it-move-sing more that may or may complain of anything .. I pissed at least we were let go in the dressing room or give us a direct autographs in return ^ ^ sperimao to see them well because the Big Hat, Nagano , smaller than the Tokyo Dome ..
am happy .. still do not believe and I can not wait ..
The concert on 11 July at 14 ^ ^
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Feels Like My Throat Is Blocked
[Supernatural] A Sacrifice for a Life Ch. 6 p. 2 / 7
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dark_winchester
Title: A Sacrifice for a Life Ch. 6 Part 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam / Dean / Bobby and Alastair
Words: 914
Raiting: PG
Desclaimer: Characters unfortunately not my own, but belong to themselves sigh and Eric Kripke .. that this time the throttle with my hands for the final of the fourth season! But do not you ashamed ??!!!!
Note: I thank the dear androgena82 that spurred me to continue .. thanks darling! And the sweet babycin who was kind enough to continue the translation of Missing .. baciniii
Author:
dark_winchester Title: A Sacrifice for a Life Ch. 6 Part 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam / Dean / Bobby and Alastair
Words: 914
Raiting: PG
Desclaimer: Characters
I feel strange, maybe it Why am I here, naked and alone, with Dean - you are beautiful - I look at it with intensity, but then I realize I do not breathe and soon after, blood leaking from my mouth; stains even my brother, then the My body is pulled up by strong arms and warm, but things are getting worse.
My head spins too fast to realize that I'm falling down on the bed - NO NO NO! SHIT! - I can barely say a name, I think Dean, and then, as always, in complete darkness.
- Sam! SAMM! - I call him but to no avail, I have a great fear and above all do not want to lose my brother, not again. I think what
to clothe and meanwhile Sam even if it seems to me senseless, I decide that I probably should call a doctor or take him directly to the hospital but then I remember that would know of the virus in the blood of Sam - is better than Call Bobby - not even time to finish dressing the phone starts to play one of my favorite songs, take your phone to your ear, "Hello?" "Hey Dean, Bobby is, then how .." my mouth speaks for itself "Bobby, I need help! Sam fainted again and spat blood, I do not know what to do, please! "I say it all at one go" What? Ok Sam Dean should bring him, maybe I understand what happens "" Ok Bobby "close call.
I take Sam's arm and took him to the car, thankfully it's Sunday and people are walking all the way out that, although the owner seems that there is, I can walk faster than the blink of Sam I seems a bit 'speeded up, I feel his pulse under my palm.
I put it on the passenger seat and then put your seat belt, I'll go a little 'fast and if I ever make a stop a bit' sharp, I find myself running around with and a bump on his head, back seriously - no joke stupid - and push the accelerator.
Coming from Bobby and I rushed straight over to my car, I stop and he opens the door, I watch "Dean, do not stand there staring at me bewildered and give me a hand!" I shake and nod; bring Sam Bobby in the house and immediately makes him drink "Bobby what are you doing?" "sleeping pill so shall I give him the good and his heart will calm down .." "He'll be good? But what .. "I silenced him with a hand gesture.
After Sam has Bobby is asleep I see an image on an old book "Dean for the event have already seen it somewhere? I hope not, son, "" What? "I think .. Wait, "run by Sam and unfasten his shirt, then my mouth is too dry to speak, that I had seen the symbol on the chest of Sam the first time that he felt ill, but now, the symbol is not only visible but it is quite bloody.
"Oh my God, then Dean .. Sam has been inflicted a very powerful curse "" What? And he does not say how to kill? "
Suddenly the room darkens and Alastair makes her his entry with a long laugh," Hey guys, nice to see you "smile" Son of a bitch was you do this to Sam? "I say angry," Not really .. "I laugh in your face and then not stand it any longer and I throw them at us," Boy you think this could help Sam? "he crashes with the power of thought and throw it against the wall of the kitchen "What do you want Alastair?" Bobby asks, "Well I see that you decided to help the little Sammy, you still me dates the girl and I help Sam "shows us a bottle full of a strange green liquid.
Me and Bobby we look at each other "What girl?" Wonder "Do not get smart with me, Winchester, today they are not in the mood for jokes, give me strength to the angel," "The angel? ? We do not know who this girl or angel, or what it is! "" I said no jokes! Look guys, if you do not know yet, Sam died a few hours to bleed to the curse, and not to cooperate more and more you will feel guilty for his death! But as it were, to me is not a problem if Sam died, even our plans should be successful on their own "" Ok ok, I do not know whether to trust you, but if it is the only way to save Sam find this girl or angel "" I'm pleased, and to respect the agreement that you will bring me a souvenir "I see him heading towards the room where Sam is, I follow" Alastair! Forget it Sam! "" Well this I will ensure that you will not hurry? I give you three hours no more! We look to the forest Corion Deck of "I see disappear is that Alastair Sam" No !!!!" Sam
I fall on my knees and shouted to the air "Damn !!!!"" Dean, you're calm, we will find this girl " I get "Keeping quiet?! Bobby as I can stay calm knowing that a demon in my bastard brother hostage and damned if he does not bring this angel he die?! I can not stay calm! "
As the first light of the room is dark but shows a very strong light that blinds us both, then the light fades out and comes out a beautiful girl blacks and curly-haired, with two emerald green eyes, you approach and presents "Hello my name is Ashley and I'm an angel"
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