Happy New Year! Former
This year I did not like. Some it was the wrong one. Let's see what will happen next. I wish he was distinguished for the better.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Effects Of Dried Apricots
Minister of the Government of the Russian Federation Vladimir Putin has accused person in the murder of General Rokhlin
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Built on the cuts the world's largest state Thieves come to its logical finale. Teaming for milking the population and looting of resources, they suddenly discovered that stealing has become almost nothing: the trillions of dollars withdrawn to foreign accounts, all major companies outside Russian jurisdiction. Prepared to sell the last crumbs from the State-owned companies, and then there was only the "pipe". In anticipation of the inevitable outcome of approximation corruption has become a hydra devouring itself. Country is rapidly returned during the 90's, the "vertical" bursting at the seams. And to the delight of the crowd robbed preparing sacrifices, and the main "Victim" is someone who is the linchpin of the system. He called himself the chief, and thus the entire people's anger will be directed at him - the other victims will not save ruling class of the massacre. Only through embezzled elite does not understand that giving him to the slaughter, and signs his own death warrant.
P and M were on the pipe P has fallen, M is lost, who stayed on the tube?
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ruscesar at Former Minister of the Government of the Russian Federation Vladimir Putin has accused person in the murder of General Rokhlin Built on the cuts the world's largest state Thieves come to its logical finale. Teaming for milking the population and looting of resources, they suddenly discovered that stealing has become almost nothing: the trillions of dollars withdrawn to foreign accounts, all major companies outside Russian jurisdiction. Prepared to sell the last crumbs from the State-owned companies, and then there was only the "pipe". In anticipation of the inevitable outcome of approximation corruption has become a hydra devouring itself. Country is rapidly returned during the 90's, the "vertical" bursting at the seams. And to the delight of the crowd robbed preparing sacrifices, and the main "Victim" is someone who is the linchpin of the system. He called himself the chief, and thus the entire people's anger will be directed at him - the other victims will not save ruling class of the massacre. Only through embezzled elite does not understand that giving him to the slaughter, and signs his own death warrant.
P and M were on the pipe P has fallen, M is lost, who stayed on the tube?
( Read more ... )
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Letter Of Intrest For Greek Template
Stalin alive why?
because there are dead people who rule today.
Here we take Stalin. Style there? There. The scale is? There. The irony is? There. Interest in linguistics is? There. And the philosophy? To a certain extent. Socialist Is he? Of course. For himself what he wanted? Financially nothing but power. Power is the spirit. Country at it declined? Expanded. He lost the war? Won. In a world with him we despise? No, they were afraid.
Whatever evil a man is not done, he deserves flowers. And every day more worthy and deserving of colors.
Now those bastards are on top today. The style is? Twitter and one finger on an expensive piano - a style? Maybe with your style of magnitude, without family, without a tribe of shit shit and will remain so - yes, of course, life is good, and we admire? Something does not think so. The irony of these morons is modern? Humor Grade 5 secondary school in the working area. Linguistics? In the face of a closer look, will you Linguistics. Philosophy? Do not tell. Thoughts about society, history and logic of development? Only purely specifically tell a lie and steal everything that is not them. The whole philosophy. For myself - that's the case, for myself rasstaratsya ready. All just for myself at this scum. Power - if not paired with the material and unpunished enrichment then no power - no responsibility, steal and run. Country? Until recently declined, and all the conditions that the next stage would be more decreased. War? But the Chechen war, the second, and Georgia won. This is not the Great otechestvannaya, all within their own country, but still. To be fair.
With them in the world have begun to despise and fear no longer. And we have them play along. Do not be afraid. And that filth, which they surrounded themselves - Svanidze Urgant, vinidiktov, Jurgens, but also Bondarchuk, Mikhalkov and all that junk nit in an infinite number, it's just a song.
a word is no comparison can not withstand it with Stalin. And more is yet to be Stalin to grow, and this scum cringe.
That's what I think of Yul.
because there are dead people who rule today.
Here we take Stalin. Style there? There. The scale is? There. The irony is? There. Interest in linguistics is? There. And the philosophy? To a certain extent. Socialist Is he? Of course. For himself what he wanted? Financially nothing but power. Power is the spirit. Country at it declined? Expanded. He lost the war? Won. In a world with him we despise? No, they were afraid.
Whatever evil a man is not done, he deserves flowers. And every day more worthy and deserving of colors.
Now those bastards are on top today. The style is? Twitter and one finger on an expensive piano - a style? Maybe with your style of magnitude, without family, without a tribe of shit shit and will remain so - yes, of course, life is good, and we admire? Something does not think so. The irony of these morons is modern? Humor Grade 5 secondary school in the working area. Linguistics? In the face of a closer look, will you Linguistics. Philosophy? Do not tell. Thoughts about society, history and logic of development? Only purely specifically tell a lie and steal everything that is not them. The whole philosophy. For myself - that's the case, for myself rasstaratsya ready. All just for myself at this scum. Power - if not paired with the material and unpunished enrichment then no power - no responsibility, steal and run. Country? Until recently declined, and all the conditions that the next stage would be more decreased. War? But the Chechen war, the second, and Georgia won. This is not the Great otechestvannaya, all within their own country, but still. To be fair.
With them in the world have begun to despise and fear no longer. And we have them play along. Do not be afraid. And that filth, which they surrounded themselves - Svanidze Urgant, vinidiktov, Jurgens, but also Bondarchuk, Mikhalkov and all that junk nit in an infinite number, it's just a song.
a word is no comparison can not withstand it with Stalin. And more is yet to be Stalin to grow, and this scum cringe.
That's what I think of Yul.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Lumbar Radiculopathy Erectile Dyfunction
My maiden Lusha
This is a very important song.
shade, shadow, poteten,
above city fence,
Sit down, crow on the fence!
Jackdaws hohlushi -
salvation,
Sparrows prophets -
went on the road,
they found the book.
What's that book?
and write tamo:
«Savishrai itself,
Kapilasta Gundry
Daranata shantra
Sunkar Purusha
My maiden Lusha"
First, I drew attention to it simply because of the suggestive formula, "My maiden Lusha, who said a lot. But I was amazed that it has to do to the Kremlin line. It turns out that this text was written on Khlysty vigil Alexander P. Dubovitsky in the 20-ies of the XIX century, the direct ancestor of Nathan Dubovitsky (one branch Solntseva - through the "jumpers"-Caucasian). Sankritskuyu decoding gives the deceased witch-semiotician ax, and some more specialist Leitão argue with him on decoding.
http://edgar-leitan.livejournal.com/118079.html?thread=3200319
interesting that in the interpretation Leitão, this passage becomes a satanic meaning.
This is a very important song.
shade, shadow, poteten,
above city fence,
Sit down, crow on the fence!
Jackdaws hohlushi -
salvation,
Sparrows prophets -
went on the road,
they found the book.
What's that book?
and write tamo:
«Savishrai itself,
Kapilasta Gundry
Daranata shantra
Sunkar Purusha
My maiden Lusha"
First, I drew attention to it simply because of the suggestive formula, "My maiden Lusha, who said a lot. But I was amazed that it has to do to the Kremlin line. It turns out that this text was written on Khlysty vigil Alexander P. Dubovitsky in the 20-ies of the XIX century, the direct ancestor of Nathan Dubovitsky (one branch Solntseva - through the "jumpers"-Caucasian). Sankritskuyu decoding gives the deceased witch-semiotician ax, and some more specialist Leitão argue with him on decoding.
http://edgar-leitan.livejournal.com/118079.html?thread=3200319
interesting that in the interpretation Leitão, this passage becomes a satanic meaning.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Swot Analysis On Hair Wax
essence of language-2 (continuation of article Jacobson)
final chapter of the novel by Jules Romain "Children love» («Les amours enfantines») is called "Noises streets Reaumur" («Rumeur de la rue Reaumur»). The writer says that the names of Parisian streets, she recalls the song the wheels and the walls and various other kinds of urban noise, vibration and noise. These motifs fused in a book with the theme of the tides, are embodied in the sound picture rue Reaumur. Of the consonants in the name consists only sonorant; sequence consists of four Sonorant (S) and four vowels (V); SVSV, - VSVS, - mirror symmetry with the group both at the beginning and its rearrangement to an end. The initial and final syllables names of three recorded verbal environment: rue Reaumur, ru-meur, roues. . . murailles, trépidation d'immeubles, [«noise of the wheels. . . wall, shaking buildings. "] Vowel syllables, isolated have three opposition phonemes; 1) lower (rear) - high (front), 2) Flat (labialized) - nebemolnye (nelabializovannye), 3) diffuse (closed) - nediffuznye, (open):
ru ré
au mur
rou mur
ré men
Low
Flat
Diffuse
skillful interweaving of similar and contrasting features in this "song of the wheels and the walls" suggested by banal street name, give a decisive answer to the proclamation of Alexander Pop requirement: "The sound should be the response of sense."
Postulating two original linguistic properties - the arbitrariness of the sign and the linearity of the signifier - Saussure attributed to both of them are equally fundamental importance. He believed that if these laws are true, they would have "incalculable consequences" and determine "the whole mechanism of language." However, the system diagrammatizatsy, explicit and mandatory for all the syntactic and morphological system of language, but exists in a latent and virtual form and its lexical aspect destroys dogma Saussure of arbitrariness, while the second of its "general principles" - the linearity of the signifier - was shaken expansion of phonemes in different symptoms. Elimination These guidelines require, in turn, review and conclusions derived from them.
Thus, visual and clear idea of Pierce that "the character can constitute an iconic sign or (rewrite this union in a modern style: and / or) code ", put before the science of language, new imperatives and opens before her promising prospects. Indications that "the conductor in the semiotics of" entails important implications for linguistic theory and practice. Iconic and indeksalnye components of the linguistic sign is too often underestimated or even not taken into account, on the other hand, predominantly symbolic nature of language and the consequent radical difference from other, mainly indeksalnyh or iconic systems, signs and expected due regard to the modern linguistic methodology.
His favorite quote Pierce picked up from "metalogic" John Salisbury: Nominantur singularia, sed universalia significantur «Single called, and the total oznachivaetsya. How much empty and trivial controversy would be avoided scientists studying natural language as a system, if it possessed "a speculative grammar "Pierce, and especially its thesis that" the true symbol - a symbol that has a total value "and that in turn is the value" can only be symbol "because omne sym-bolum de symbolo« Every symbol - a symbol. " Symbol not only able to designate any particular thing, but sure "denotes a kind of thing" but "he himself was born, and not a separate thing." Symbol, such as the word is the "general rule", which have a value only through the different cases its application, namely, through the spoken or written - bearing in rem nature - replicas. Whatever the modification of these embodiments of speech, it remains in all cases, "the same word."
signs, bearing mostly symbolic - these are the only characters that due to the fact that they have common value, capable of forming judgments, whereas the "iconic signs and indexes do not argue." In one of the posthumous works of Charles Peirce - Book "Existential Graphs", which has the subtitle "my masterpiece" - ends with an analysis and classification of characters, followed by a summary, related to creative ability (enérgeia) language: "So, way of being a character different from that of the existence of the iconic sign and the index. Being iconic sign belongs to the past experience. It exists only as an image in memory. Index exists in the present experiment. Being a character is real the fact that something is definitely going to be taken if certain conditions are met, namely if the character will have an impact on thought and behavior of its shell. Each word is a symbol. Each proposal - a symbol. Each book - a symbol of ... The value of the character in that it serves to make rational thought and behavior and allows us to predict the future. " Philosopher repeatedly returned to this idea: indeksalnomu hie et nunc «here and now," he emphatically opposed "common law "that underlies any character:" All truly general refers to an uncertain future because the past has only a set of such cases that have already occurred. The past is actual fact. But the general rule can not be fully implemented. This potentiality, and its way existence - esse in future "be in the future." Here, the idea of the American logic intersects with the foresight of Velimir Khlebnikov, the very sort of poet of our century, who in comments to his own works (1919) wrote: "I realized that the birthplace of creativity - in the future, there is blowing wind gods word»
[1] Bloomfield L. Language. Moscow: Progress, 1968, pp. 42. Ca. Ed.
[2] C C with w p F. de. Works on linguistics. Moscow: Progress, 1977, pp. 100. - Comm. Ed.
[3] See: E. Benveniste General Linguistics. Moscow: Progress, 1974, ch. VI. - Comm. Ed.
final chapter of the novel by Jules Romain "Children love» («Les amours enfantines») is called "Noises streets Reaumur" («Rumeur de la rue Reaumur»). The writer says that the names of Parisian streets, she recalls the song the wheels and the walls and various other kinds of urban noise, vibration and noise. These motifs fused in a book with the theme of the tides, are embodied in the sound picture rue Reaumur. Of the consonants in the name consists only sonorant; sequence consists of four Sonorant (S) and four vowels (V); SVSV, - VSVS, - mirror symmetry with the group both at the beginning and its rearrangement to an end. The initial and final syllables names of three recorded verbal environment: rue Reaumur, ru-meur, roues. . . murailles, trépidation d'immeubles, [«noise of the wheels. . . wall, shaking buildings. "] Vowel syllables, isolated have three opposition phonemes; 1) lower (rear) - high (front), 2) Flat (labialized) - nebemolnye (nelabializovannye), 3) diffuse (closed) - nediffuznye, (open):
ru ré
au mur
rou mur
ré men
Low
Flat
Diffuse
skillful interweaving of similar and contrasting features in this "song of the wheels and the walls" suggested by banal street name, give a decisive answer to the proclamation of Alexander Pop requirement: "The sound should be the response of sense."
Postulating two original linguistic properties - the arbitrariness of the sign and the linearity of the signifier - Saussure attributed to both of them are equally fundamental importance. He believed that if these laws are true, they would have "incalculable consequences" and determine "the whole mechanism of language." However, the system diagrammatizatsy, explicit and mandatory for all the syntactic and morphological system of language, but exists in a latent and virtual form and its lexical aspect destroys dogma Saussure of arbitrariness, while the second of its "general principles" - the linearity of the signifier - was shaken expansion of phonemes in different symptoms. Elimination These guidelines require, in turn, review and conclusions derived from them.
Thus, visual and clear idea of Pierce that "the character can constitute an iconic sign or (rewrite this union in a modern style: and / or) code ", put before the science of language, new imperatives and opens before her promising prospects. Indications that "the conductor in the semiotics of" entails important implications for linguistic theory and practice. Iconic and indeksalnye components of the linguistic sign is too often underestimated or even not taken into account, on the other hand, predominantly symbolic nature of language and the consequent radical difference from other, mainly indeksalnyh or iconic systems, signs and expected due regard to the modern linguistic methodology.
His favorite quote Pierce picked up from "metalogic" John Salisbury: Nominantur singularia, sed universalia significantur «Single called, and the total oznachivaetsya. How much empty and trivial controversy would be avoided scientists studying natural language as a system, if it possessed "a speculative grammar "Pierce, and especially its thesis that" the true symbol - a symbol that has a total value "and that in turn is the value" can only be symbol "because omne sym-bolum de symbolo« Every symbol - a symbol. " Symbol not only able to designate any particular thing, but sure "denotes a kind of thing" but "he himself was born, and not a separate thing." Symbol, such as the word is the "general rule", which have a value only through the different cases its application, namely, through the spoken or written - bearing in rem nature - replicas. Whatever the modification of these embodiments of speech, it remains in all cases, "the same word."
signs, bearing mostly symbolic - these are the only characters that due to the fact that they have common value, capable of forming judgments, whereas the "iconic signs and indexes do not argue." In one of the posthumous works of Charles Peirce - Book "Existential Graphs", which has the subtitle "my masterpiece" - ends with an analysis and classification of characters, followed by a summary, related to creative ability (enérgeia) language: "So, way of being a character different from that of the existence of the iconic sign and the index. Being iconic sign belongs to the past experience. It exists only as an image in memory. Index exists in the present experiment. Being a character is real the fact that something is definitely going to be taken if certain conditions are met, namely if the character will have an impact on thought and behavior of its shell. Each word is a symbol. Each proposal - a symbol. Each book - a symbol of ... The value of the character in that it serves to make rational thought and behavior and allows us to predict the future. " Philosopher repeatedly returned to this idea: indeksalnomu hie et nunc «here and now," he emphatically opposed "common law "that underlies any character:" All truly general refers to an uncertain future because the past has only a set of such cases that have already occurred. The past is actual fact. But the general rule can not be fully implemented. This potentiality, and its way existence - esse in future "be in the future." Here, the idea of the American logic intersects with the foresight of Velimir Khlebnikov, the very sort of poet of our century, who in comments to his own works (1919) wrote: "I realized that the birthplace of creativity - in the future, there is blowing wind gods word»
[1] Bloomfield L. Language. Moscow: Progress, 1968, pp. 42. Ca. Ed.
[2] C C with w p F. de. Works on linguistics. Moscow: Progress, 1977, pp. 100. - Comm. Ed.
[3] See: E. Benveniste General Linguistics. Moscow: Progress, 1974, ch. VI. - Comm. Ed.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Rash After Hair Removal
Convention JUS IN BELLO
Today I received confirmation of the PASS for the convention. It will be my first, the idea are excited to see them, to have an autograph or picture or both!
And all thanks to my daughter who believed and supported me! Thanks
fantastic creature, you are blessed!
Today I received confirmation of the PASS for the convention. It will be my first, the idea are excited to see them, to have an autograph or picture or both!
And all thanks to my daughter who believed and supported me! Thanks
fantastic creature, you are blessed!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Green Shirt Black Suit
Review unintelligent and uninteresting to "2012" part 1
I think that's been two months since I saw that movie. Why this urge to do a review, more or less useful as socks to wear with flip-flops? I do not know. VabbeVabbe, proceed.
2012 is a catastroficocatastrofico of 2009, Roland Emmerich RolandoEmmerich and principJohninCusackti JohnDannyGloverCusack and DannycinematograficoGlover release film is contemporary 13 November 2009 simultaneously mondSony; Pictures distributed by Sony Pictures .
wikipediao do copy-iintelligentewikipedia almost intelligent.
The film is like all alprotagonistilta tension: the protagonists (almost always deficient licensed) does not crack anything, the story is a heart of stone and all the heritage sites of UNESCO are destroyed. Then we move to a
tJackson'è named Jackson who is separated from his wife and the writer does not live by is the driver for a Russian famigKatedi. His wife Kate, had two children who are to be odiosichemiscocciacercareilnomesuwikipediachemiscocciacercareilnomesuwikipediachemiscocciacercareilnomesuwikipediaaglio sopravvivenzasopravvivenza of unnecessary family). In
Meanwhile, a White House official with an Indian scientist discovers chmacelloommiodioilmondofiniràdobbyamofarequalcosaaaHmacelloommiodioilmondofiniràdobbyamofarequalcosaaaHi personagazzaccatiazzaccatito Giacobbo / American. 'I'm like, discovers that governments sGiacobboeando huge ship where to put animals and people who are important or at least a billion dollars to pay for the ticket to salvation.
But back to the family of Mulino Bianco ... Dad brings her children camping in Yellowstone Park (Yogi and Boo-Boo ♥). Children are scasYellowstonel Yogi mBubuio calls by name the father and the daughter is too gnegne D:. Intentionally, the guy with his useless prgnegne must be off-limits in an area where there is all the useless people of governooffrlimitsti, there is also the type that I mentioned at the beginning that are monitoring the field theories were formucontrollandodiano. Type and kind of useless government meet and the latter, instead of him on fire as it was just, you discover amycyssymy because the type of government is a big fan amycyssymyttore failed. Anyways, BACY and abbraccy and all disappear. The type conVabbeigbacyva abbraccyl camping. In the evening, Jackson discovered the existence of the paranoid type that tienJacksonrogramma "in a radio forgotten by everyone he speaks of things he has discovered. The type is useless in trying to be that this says more details of how the existence of three chests (do you remember Noah's Ark? Same thing just one more technological pellets) that are located in China, sottpelettorest .
technological discover that to enter these tombs have to pay a billion dollars a head (so guys, start putting money aside for December 21, 2012). Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, an earthquake comes and the children Vater mit LosnAngelesasa immediately. Unfortunately, mmiteVatermpagno not immediately told everyone to leave to go to China and save your ass. Of course, we all look bad and back in their lives.
For a number of casinos, the family decides to go and risk their lives about thirty times and arrive at an airport where you do not fire anyone, but ....
ok I annoyed, I will continue tomorrow u_u
Goodbye.
I think that's been two months since I saw that movie. Why this urge to do a review, more or less useful as socks to wear with flip-flops? I do not know. VabbeVabbe, proceed.
2012 is a catastroficocatastrofico of 2009, Roland Emmerich RolandoEmmerich and principJohninCusackti JohnDannyGloverCusack and DannycinematograficoGlover release film is contemporary 13 November 2009 simultaneously mondSony; Pictures distributed by Sony Pictures .
wikipediao do copy-iintelligentewikipedia almost intelligent.
The film is like all alprotagonistilta tension: the protagonists (almost always deficient licensed) does not crack anything, the story is a heart of stone and all the heritage sites of UNESCO are destroyed. Then we move to a
tJackson'è named Jackson who is separated from his wife and the writer does not live by is the driver for a Russian famigKatedi. His wife Kate, had two children who are to be odiosichemiscocciacercareilnomesuwikipediachemiscocciacercareilnomesuwikipediachemiscocciacercareilnomesuwikipediaaglio sopravvivenzasopravvivenza of unnecessary family). In
Meanwhile, a White House official with an Indian scientist discovers chmacelloommiodioilmondofiniràdobbyamofarequalcosaaaHmacelloommiodioilmondofiniràdobbyamofarequalcosaaaHi personagazzaccatiazzaccatito Giacobbo / American. 'I'm like, discovers that governments sGiacobboeando huge ship where to put animals and people who are important or at least a billion dollars to pay for the ticket to salvation.
But back to the family of Mulino Bianco ... Dad brings her children camping in Yellowstone Park (Yogi and Boo-Boo ♥). Children are scasYellowstonel Yogi mBubuio calls by name the father and the daughter is too gnegne D:. Intentionally, the guy with his useless prgnegne must be off-limits in an area where there is all the useless people of governooffrlimitsti, there is also the type that I mentioned at the beginning that are monitoring the field theories were formucontrollandodiano. Type and kind of useless government meet and the latter, instead of him on fire as it was just, you discover amycyssymy because the type of government is a big fan amycyssymyttore failed. Anyways, BACY and abbraccy and all disappear. The type conVabbeigbacyva abbraccyl camping. In the evening, Jackson discovered the existence of the paranoid type that tienJacksonrogramma "in a radio forgotten by everyone he speaks of things he has discovered. The type is useless in trying to be that this says more details of how the existence of three chests (do you remember Noah's Ark? Same thing just one more technological pellets) that are located in China, sottpelettorest .
technological discover that to enter these tombs have to pay a billion dollars a head (so guys, start putting money aside for December 21, 2012). Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, an earthquake comes and the children Vater mit LosnAngelesasa immediately. Unfortunately, mmiteVatermpagno not immediately told everyone to leave to go to China and save your ass. Of course, we all look bad and back in their lives.
For a number of casinos, the family decides to go and risk their lives about thirty times and arrive at an airport where you do not fire anyone, but ....
ok I annoyed, I will continue tomorrow u_u
Goodbye.
Hair For Petite Women
2011 The God of the Witch
begin by saying what is not: it is a transcendent God to judge, who lives outside of what he created and who sits there waiting to see who guesses wrong and who, to punish or reward in a miserable logic so if you did well it was thanks to the grace of God and if you were wrong is your fault. Go as draws go
not ever lose the edge and there is no recovery time.
The Witch's God and everyone walks to the Goddess is a joyful God is a God who laughs and plays and dance and love.
loves the Goddess and the life, loves creatures of the Goddess.
E 'strong without being ruthless, it is sweet and tender without being spineless, is brave without being arrogant.
E 'the God that people worship before the advent of patriarchal religions.
have made him a monster, have demonized (the daemon is just a spirit was a spirit of Nature as Pan, from there not to understand it and make it bad, giving the name of the devil at all that is evil step was short) have made a monster that attracted the poor and unfortunate that he turned to evil or to turn ended.
Far from it.
The God is the Companion, Son and Lover of the Goddess in a perfect communion with her.
born from her, she takes it all, she is given, with his suit and with his strength, bridge-to serve and love it.
When she dies is returning, ready to be reborn.
(examples of this are the male gods of the corn ... unless a grain of wheat does not die does not produce fruit ... ... EMH remember anything?).
E 'was portrayed by Christians as a filthy obscene goat (being a god of fertility, sensual and joyous, which the Church has always been seen as reprehensible. The Church is sexual phobia, only to condone one thousand obscenities and put the yoke on the shoulders of his followers) that is adored by Sabba witch.
We were wrong.
He is worshiped, but because it is the God, the male part of creation.
That 's what men were before the advent of patriarchy, when men loved women and respected and revered as sacred, life-giving not only physical but also spiritual.
The Witch's God, the God of the antler, the God Cernunnos or Herne, or Dionysus or Shiva or whatever you want to call it is the finest and purest expression of masculinity. Of those
our comrades that have been stripped and replaced by vulgar owners who claim and do not give, who beat and rape, and arrogate to themselves the right to decide to kill their wives, children, mates ...
These men here are not men.
These are monsters that you, who are demons in the derogatory sense of the word, not God from antler or goat feet. The God of the Witches is really more.
begin by saying what is not: it is a transcendent God to judge, who lives outside of what he created and who sits there waiting to see who guesses wrong and who, to punish or reward in a miserable logic so if you did well it was thanks to the grace of God and if you were wrong is your fault. Go as draws go
not ever lose the edge and there is no recovery time.
The Witch's God and everyone walks to the Goddess is a joyful God is a God who laughs and plays and dance and love.
loves the Goddess and the life, loves creatures of the Goddess.
E 'strong without being ruthless, it is sweet and tender without being spineless, is brave without being arrogant.
E 'the God that people worship before the advent of patriarchal religions.
have made him a monster, have demonized (the daemon is just a spirit was a spirit of Nature as Pan, from there not to understand it and make it bad, giving the name of the devil at all that is evil step was short) have made a monster that attracted the poor and unfortunate that he turned to evil or to turn ended.
Far from it.
The God is the Companion, Son and Lover of the Goddess in a perfect communion with her.
born from her, she takes it all, she is given, with his suit and with his strength, bridge-to serve and love it.
When she dies is returning, ready to be reborn.
(examples of this are the male gods of the corn ... unless a grain of wheat does not die does not produce fruit ... ... EMH remember anything?).
E 'was portrayed by Christians as a filthy obscene goat (being a god of fertility, sensual and joyous, which the Church has always been seen as reprehensible. The Church is sexual phobia, only to condone one thousand obscenities and put the yoke on the shoulders of his followers) that is adored by Sabba witch.
We were wrong.
He is worshiped, but because it is the God, the male part of creation.
That 's what men were before the advent of patriarchy, when men loved women and respected and revered as sacred, life-giving not only physical but also spiritual.
The Witch's God, the God of the antler, the God Cernunnos or Herne, or Dionysus or Shiva or whatever you want to call it is the finest and purest expression of masculinity. Of those
our comrades that have been stripped and replaced by vulgar owners who claim and do not give, who beat and rape, and arrogate to themselves the right to decide to kill their wives, children, mates ...
These men here are not men.
These are monsters that you, who are demons in the derogatory sense of the word, not God from antler or goat feet. The God of the Witches is really more.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Tattoo Before And After Pregnancy
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Incipit of September by Rosamunde Pilcher
early May summer finally arrived in Scotland. The winter had taken too long the country in the grip of his iron fingers, refusing to loosen its grip. Throughout April icy winds from the northwest had raged, ripping the first flowers of wild plum trees and burning of yellow trumpet daffodils early. The snow still encrusted the top of the hills and lay deep in the ravines, and the peasants, no longer hoping pastures new, they brought out the last crop tractors cones and scattered in the fields naked, where the cattle bellowed stored in the shelter of stone walls .
Incipit of September by Rosamunde Pilcher
early May summer finally arrived in Scotland. The winter had taken too long the country in the grip of his iron fingers, refusing to loosen its grip. Throughout April icy winds from the northwest had raged, ripping the first flowers of wild plum trees and burning of yellow trumpet daffodils early. The snow still encrusted the top of the hills and lay deep in the ravines, and the peasants, no longer hoping pastures new, they brought out the last crop tractors cones and scattered in the fields naked, where the cattle bellowed stored in the shelter of stone walls .
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
My Ps3 Cannot See My Ad Hoc Wireless
Sunny day
was a sweet spring morning.
The flowers on the sand dunes formed a dense mat in pink and yellow diamonds.
The sea had just silvered by the light of dawn.
clean even a cloud in the sky and everything around me just the roar of the sea.
A reassuring hand.
I loved walking into a time when there was almost none.
I could imagine that the beach was all mine from port up to the Torre Paola.
The ankle-length dress and jacket of cotton, the same purple apparel, were caressed by the breeze of dawn, when sleep ends and begins the vigil of the day and the sun clears away the mists of the night.
looked at the golden beach in front of me, still intact, with no trace, like the days of creation.
was enough to get lost in a sky so blue and perfect, and an emerald sea and sometimes tinged with Sapphire, which opened as far as the eye can see.
I was in my element, no matter where or how many lives had already had, certainly that was my place, the place where I wanted to live forever and die. Immersed
in those thoughts here, I had not realized that I was no longer alone.
I had not seen immediately, at first I could think of a trick of the light, the dawning of the rest was left behind the night and the sky was stained dark blue light which is diluted only by the distant Sun.
many times I banged the lids.
He was out of the water, naked as the first human being on earth, only veiled light, the perfection of those members young and virile.
Unaware that apparently like me until recently, was no longer alone.
blinked with both hands the great mass of hair, color of ripe wheat, and in so doing, he unwittingly show to his entire physicality.
I did not have the strength to remove the eye.
do not know if it was because of that beauty is absolutely shocking, or perhaps because of the fact that he had revealed in a few moments.
He turned his face on my side.
blushed, took a sideways grin and turned back, while I was in turmoil.
I thought of all the evil I can look at him for being left out and I was still trying to regain normal breathing, rubbing her hands on her dress.
As I prayed it was gone, only the fruit of the light in the morning or hallucination-style parents in Eden, here, timidly, I turned.
say that I only turn her head and, on the shoulder and was stunned.
I was so close I could smell the sea on the skin.
On reflection I took a half step back, I missed putting the foot, chained to a dark green look more surprised than anything else, so I fell and then, I saw that he had put a pair of black cotton pants, a skin .
swallowed empty. He leaned
holding out a hand.
blushed again. A high school
than eighty years ago would have been more practical.
I took his hand and he pulled me up, without effort.
The muscles of the arm flashed, that's all.
pulled up to my face as if he were studying.
- I apologize. I thought of being alone .- I stammered, my apologies of the act, in effect, that he had gone swimming naked. He smiled, the beautiful smiling mouth is arched at the corners
- I thought too. - All of them. Did not budge. He looked at me. I noticed the cat's eyes, sparkling green, oblique cut and fringed by thick lashes, arched eyebrows, prominent cheekbones, the mouth large and sensual, straight nose. The man was perfect. It must have been a hallucination, or perhaps an angel in human form.
- Well you know ... - I said and he bowed his head on his shoulder, just, right, and I studied. I realized that it was to be an insect under a magnifying glass. - I ... - I said, just to give me a patina of confidence. He did not move
- Loro call me Michelangelo. - Scandium floor, as if it was just difficult to spell - you? What's your name? -
- They call me ... I am .- Angelica said. As my mind wondered "who they?" Here is that one of the houses just beyond the dunes came down a small team of people.
A man in his fifties, two women dressed as nurses and three thugs. Michelangelo made a face and went all the light-eyed cat. I saw him just blow away the "NO", which had risen to the beautiful mouth.
In a few steps were of the round. I was ignored completely.
The man in his fifties, tall and sturdy, expensive shirt and pants, grabbed him arm. I felt the tone
hard - I know I do not have to go out without asking! - He said it as if he were addressing a child slow on the uptake. That scene left me puzzled.
Michelangelo turned away, trying to get out on the pretty face I read a lot of anger and frustration and suffering in her eyes.
The man grabbed him again and the thugs put him behind. While
dragged away, he turned to me, Michelangelo, a regret in his eyes huge, almost raw, feral.
He left me with a feeling of suffocation that labored to send away.
coffee gurgling in mocha.
I was rereading the chapter that I would send e-mail when the phone rang.
I took it and read the incoming number.
Mordicchiai a pencil while the alarm trilled killing me ears. With a resigned sigh
I said to my lawyer.
The sun gilded the dunes of the afternoon and danced among the flowers, creating strange shapes in the sand.
chewing an apple, draining the juice running down the lip with the back of the hand.
Needless to say, free from oppressive thoughts to know what had really happened to my parents, why I knew I was already living in that place, but not in the present life and the friendly rebuke of a man who had started as a lawyer and was transformed into an unlikely seducer, my thoughts were free to turn blond angel.
I wonder who really was and why this bunch of people besieged him as angry dogs.
After the apple I put in plastic bag in my pocket and then got up.
pants and the top allowed me to grab all the sun on the skin left uncovered.
washed my hands in the clear water and let drain while barefoot, bareheaded, as I headed for a conditioned reflex to the Torre Paola.
At that time the beach was dotted with bodies lying in the sun, the screaming children who were desperate mothers and sisters, busy couples frolicking as if they were in an alcove of a brothel, to be proud Owners of large dogs with long hair moving about drooling and smearing anyone within five meters of sand and who knows what else.
So there was all this varied world that dawn was not there.
The granting of the beach in front of the house had expired and I was struggling to make me renew and avoid strangers are camping on the door of my house or leave me all kinds of waste in the pots of geraniums. The City
I was unable to fence again, and this led to numerous problems. Moreover
that was from my home and strenuous effort and I would not let go easily, poor lost puppy in the middle of cerberi large size, with sumptuous collars and owners millionaires.
I walked a long and inevitably came close to the peach-colored villa, which had thrown up the posse of blond guardian angel in the morning.
I was inclined to think of him all the best.
I can imagine the existence of a poor boy who was wounded fighting against evil stepmothers, as men of fifty years and thugs from his face fierce and stupid.
Perhaps my fervent fantasy of an amateur writer was really dangerous.
Ghignai of myself and I pulled straight.
La Luna seemed to float, white, round, black silk in the sky.
Not far from my house a bunch of rowdy boys danced to the beat of Celtic music, shouting, laughing and drank more beer throwing bottles everywhere.
I was thoroughly convinced that the ancient Celts would have been ashamed of being associated with those idiots, especially when an empty bottle shattered, just above my head on the wall of my house.
was when I forgot to be a foot high and with my angry feet sixty-two cm marched in step towards charging the bonfire.
intercepted what was to be as tight as a drum, my usual luck.
yells at him to stop but the music made me have the effect of a fish aquarium.
type, powerful like a bear but not so smart, I stumbled on her heels and breathed in air that he would face a fetidissima perhaps wanted to be a question, but ended in a coarse laugh. It barely
interest on the legs, was drunk.
I turned my gaze on the faces of those stupid bivouacked around.
I knelt down to one girl.
- I dress them up ... Could you please not to throw bottles at my house? - I screamed and I looked at that, a busty blonde who knew of arrogance in his nose. Smirked and leaned sideways to another guy sitting next to them.
What stood facing the menacing air of one who did not understand anything but it must say no just for the heck of it.
I pushed and I, that I was not prepared, I fell backwards.
The girl, who was next, took advantage of kicking and so when I rolled over, afraid to miss those shots, I jumped over the brute.
was as if I had stayed in a landslide. But a landslide
drunk and ferocious stupidity.
I tried to Groping her face and before he could achieve the assestai a newspaper on the nose, with all his might.
It was a strong blow, but allowed me to crawl away.
I was getting up when I was grabbed by the hair and pulled down after a painful tug like a crown of thorns planted a shovel on his head.
I got a kick in the stomach and several shots at his side.
lost his breath and was a lump of pain, while I was thinking only about how to get up to escape and call law enforcement. The shots came
painful, I turned around, the blond girl and dall'energumeno his nose split.
Then I saw the girl fly away like a dead leaf in autumn el'energumeno receive a blow to the chin that sent him back.
bruised and sore I saw an angel face bending over me. In
emerald green eyes, I saw endless punishment.
- Can you stand up? -
- Yes, I ... - I was responding when Michelangelo was hit from behind.
But it was like hitting a handful of sand and clear water of the sea.
Michelangelo got rid of the socket and bent so as to unbalance the beast, which settled down kicking and slapping so strong Splitting the bones.
I wondered who was to know how to fight that way and when he faced the other two, putting them out of the game, I was now standing in a crowd of people.
staring at him, impressed and were produced in an off-key and delayed applause. Michelangelo
even looked at them and that his face bore a cut, approached me.
- Let's go home! - And told me in his arms, lifting me like I was the first paper to bring up the dune.
Needless to say, something in me snapped.
My mind was shattered and his heart gave way when he opened the door of my house with a kick and I laid it on the red sofa with infinite delicacy.
I stared at him, dazed.
- But you Who are you? - I asked and he looked around.
- Where do you keep the medication? -
- I'm blue in the cupboard in the kitchen sink! - I replied, watching him. He wore a shirt color sugar paper is open to the muscular chest and hairless and baggy pants, tied at the waist by a strap that seemed stolen from the shoes of a giant.
took gauze and disinfectant and put them on the table next to me.
with gauze soaked in medicine, approached.
smiled, embarrassed as a child.
- It is so, is it? - Churches. I nodded
- Do not worry, I can do it alone! - But I said my voice was shaking. Basically the attack and then because of its proximity. He knew of coffee hot biscuits. A sweet and innocent. He gave me dizzy and went up like a dog at the sight of the bowl.
- I want to do it, Angelica .- let roll my name in your mouth like it was candy. I blinked, a flight of butterflies in the stomach.
- Oh ... I really - but he was already wiping a wound on his right arm. I watched him move as a nurse practitioner, with a somewhat 'rough, I was sure that would use the leaves and potions if he could, on my wounds.
- Thanks .- blew out. He looked like a cat and put them in my hypnotist, I poured it into a sensual look. I swallowed a vacuum.
- You're welcome. I was thinking about you .-
- Pensavi a me? TU?- mi uscì proprio il maiuscolo e lui non si scompose. Con un viso dolce di bambino troppo cresciuto replicò
- Da questa mattina!-
- Oh…e perché?- Domandai, incerta se volessi davvero sapere la risposta.
- Sei la prima persona che incontro, da quando sono qui!- rispose, in modo asciutto. Non sapevo se esserne delusa o no e poi convenni che era decisamente la cosa più logica che potessi aspettarmi. Gli sorrisi
- Sei gentile.- dissi e lui finì di pulire le mie ferite
- Resteranno i lividi.- costatò, il tono desolato di chi non può fare altro. Feci una smorfietta e alzai le sopracciglia
- Oh beh, passeranno.-
In quel momento accostò to my face and with an innocent, even if the emerald green eyes were sending flashes of sensuality, churches
- Can I do anything else? -
- No, you were wonderful. Thanks! - I blinked several times, it was difficult to dissolve enchantment.
The smile on his face went a bit crunchy like an apple.
lit up from within.
Crouching, he was still very high, on the floor, holding my hands.
- Want ... - he looked at me and wrinkled her nose - which is still here? - Tried, apparently, to formulate the thought as if she were speaking a foreign language.
- Do not they will be looking for? - And I said I hated him for the expression of suffering that lingered on his face.
- I do not want to go there! -
- But you do not live with them? -
not said anything other than a snarl, growl if you can take as an answer.
He raised a hand, his left hand, and with his knuckles touched my face, then spread his fingers and passed the tips on the nose and mouth, draw the outline.
I remained motionless and better than many painkillers, he managed to make me forget the pain of the blows.
He walked with his face.
I thought that I would have kissed her.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled a smile I had never seen so spontaneous and so pure, if not in a child. Seemed to have invaded the truest happiness.
I became very emotional to see him like that. The man seemed
without protection, without any of those patterns and habits that education force us to adopt.
- Michelangelo ... - I whispered his name, as if to be sure it was true. That he was serious about them. He sighed, cracking a pure, a gurgle of joy, the principle of a tinkling laugh.
- Tonight I'm here for you. -
- I will try, they will come looking for you ... you ... - I started but he got up and walked towards the door, closed it, closed the wooden shutters on the windows and then stirred in the dark with ease. I had climbed a terrible question to mind, but he came back with a lighter and a candle Red scented. He put on the table beside the sofa el'accese. Then he smiled again
- Here .- said. - There will
.- On the old stove was boiling water for tea.
Michelangelo was sitting on the table, crouched down and watched what I did.
trying without much success to ignore the pain I was putting the biscuits on a tray. I put it on the table and in doing so crossed the eyes of Michelangelo.
the beautiful sensual mouth hovered always a smile. In return
smiles - What are you always be happy, you? - I asked rather stupidly.
He raised his right hand and put it on my heart, then took mine and put it on his own. If it were necessary to emphasize after that gesture felt a bit 'of tachycardia.
chuckled feel my heart disorder, then I let go, slowly, as if satisfied, for that moment.
The hot tea seemed a bit to get back 'to the world, the pain as the blood flowed in my veins and I was waiting for the analgesic effect did.
I had been uncertain whether or not to go to the emergency room, but Michael could not accompany me.
So I gave up.
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was a sweet spring morning.
The flowers on the sand dunes formed a dense mat in pink and yellow diamonds.
The sea had just silvered by the light of dawn.
clean even a cloud in the sky and everything around me just the roar of the sea.
A reassuring hand.
I loved walking into a time when there was almost none.
I could imagine that the beach was all mine from port up to the Torre Paola.
The ankle-length dress and jacket of cotton, the same purple apparel, were caressed by the breeze of dawn, when sleep ends and begins the vigil of the day and the sun clears away the mists of the night.
looked at the golden beach in front of me, still intact, with no trace, like the days of creation.
was enough to get lost in a sky so blue and perfect, and an emerald sea and sometimes tinged with Sapphire, which opened as far as the eye can see.
I was in my element, no matter where or how many lives had already had, certainly that was my place, the place where I wanted to live forever and die. Immersed
in those thoughts here, I had not realized that I was no longer alone.
I had not seen immediately, at first I could think of a trick of the light, the dawning of the rest was left behind the night and the sky was stained dark blue light which is diluted only by the distant Sun.
many times I banged the lids.
He was out of the water, naked as the first human being on earth, only veiled light, the perfection of those members young and virile.
Unaware that apparently like me until recently, was no longer alone.
blinked with both hands the great mass of hair, color of ripe wheat, and in so doing, he unwittingly show to his entire physicality.
I did not have the strength to remove the eye.
do not know if it was because of that beauty is absolutely shocking, or perhaps because of the fact that he had revealed in a few moments.
He turned his face on my side.
blushed, took a sideways grin and turned back, while I was in turmoil.
I thought of all the evil I can look at him for being left out and I was still trying to regain normal breathing, rubbing her hands on her dress.
As I prayed it was gone, only the fruit of the light in the morning or hallucination-style parents in Eden, here, timidly, I turned.
say that I only turn her head and, on the shoulder and was stunned.
I was so close I could smell the sea on the skin.
On reflection I took a half step back, I missed putting the foot, chained to a dark green look more surprised than anything else, so I fell and then, I saw that he had put a pair of black cotton pants, a skin .
swallowed empty. He leaned
holding out a hand.
blushed again. A high school
than eighty years ago would have been more practical.
I took his hand and he pulled me up, without effort.
The muscles of the arm flashed, that's all.
pulled up to my face as if he were studying.
- I apologize. I thought of being alone .- I stammered, my apologies of the act, in effect, that he had gone swimming naked. He smiled, the beautiful smiling mouth is arched at the corners
- I thought too. - All of them. Did not budge. He looked at me. I noticed the cat's eyes, sparkling green, oblique cut and fringed by thick lashes, arched eyebrows, prominent cheekbones, the mouth large and sensual, straight nose. The man was perfect. It must have been a hallucination, or perhaps an angel in human form.
- Well you know ... - I said and he bowed his head on his shoulder, just, right, and I studied. I realized that it was to be an insect under a magnifying glass. - I ... - I said, just to give me a patina of confidence. He did not move
- Loro call me Michelangelo. - Scandium floor, as if it was just difficult to spell - you? What's your name? -
- They call me ... I am .- Angelica said. As my mind wondered "who they?" Here is that one of the houses just beyond the dunes came down a small team of people.
A man in his fifties, two women dressed as nurses and three thugs. Michelangelo made a face and went all the light-eyed cat. I saw him just blow away the "NO", which had risen to the beautiful mouth.
In a few steps were of the round. I was ignored completely.
The man in his fifties, tall and sturdy, expensive shirt and pants, grabbed him arm. I felt the tone
hard - I know I do not have to go out without asking! - He said it as if he were addressing a child slow on the uptake. That scene left me puzzled.
Michelangelo turned away, trying to get out on the pretty face I read a lot of anger and frustration and suffering in her eyes.
The man grabbed him again and the thugs put him behind. While
dragged away, he turned to me, Michelangelo, a regret in his eyes huge, almost raw, feral.
He left me with a feeling of suffocation that labored to send away.
coffee gurgling in mocha.
I was rereading the chapter that I would send e-mail when the phone rang.
I took it and read the incoming number.
Mordicchiai a pencil while the alarm trilled killing me ears. With a resigned sigh
I said to my lawyer.
The sun gilded the dunes of the afternoon and danced among the flowers, creating strange shapes in the sand.
chewing an apple, draining the juice running down the lip with the back of the hand.
Needless to say, free from oppressive thoughts to know what had really happened to my parents, why I knew I was already living in that place, but not in the present life and the friendly rebuke of a man who had started as a lawyer and was transformed into an unlikely seducer, my thoughts were free to turn blond angel.
I wonder who really was and why this bunch of people besieged him as angry dogs.
After the apple I put in plastic bag in my pocket and then got up.
pants and the top allowed me to grab all the sun on the skin left uncovered.
washed my hands in the clear water and let drain while barefoot, bareheaded, as I headed for a conditioned reflex to the Torre Paola.
At that time the beach was dotted with bodies lying in the sun, the screaming children who were desperate mothers and sisters, busy couples frolicking as if they were in an alcove of a brothel, to be proud Owners of large dogs with long hair moving about drooling and smearing anyone within five meters of sand and who knows what else.
So there was all this varied world that dawn was not there.
The granting of the beach in front of the house had expired and I was struggling to make me renew and avoid strangers are camping on the door of my house or leave me all kinds of waste in the pots of geraniums. The City
I was unable to fence again, and this led to numerous problems. Moreover
that was from my home and strenuous effort and I would not let go easily, poor lost puppy in the middle of cerberi large size, with sumptuous collars and owners millionaires.
I walked a long and inevitably came close to the peach-colored villa, which had thrown up the posse of blond guardian angel in the morning.
I was inclined to think of him all the best.
I can imagine the existence of a poor boy who was wounded fighting against evil stepmothers, as men of fifty years and thugs from his face fierce and stupid.
Perhaps my fervent fantasy of an amateur writer was really dangerous.
Ghignai of myself and I pulled straight.
La Luna seemed to float, white, round, black silk in the sky.
Not far from my house a bunch of rowdy boys danced to the beat of Celtic music, shouting, laughing and drank more beer throwing bottles everywhere.
I was thoroughly convinced that the ancient Celts would have been ashamed of being associated with those idiots, especially when an empty bottle shattered, just above my head on the wall of my house.
was when I forgot to be a foot high and with my angry feet sixty-two cm marched in step towards charging the bonfire.
intercepted what was to be as tight as a drum, my usual luck.
yells at him to stop but the music made me have the effect of a fish aquarium.
type, powerful like a bear but not so smart, I stumbled on her heels and breathed in air that he would face a fetidissima perhaps wanted to be a question, but ended in a coarse laugh. It barely
interest on the legs, was drunk.
I turned my gaze on the faces of those stupid bivouacked around.
I knelt down to one girl.
- I dress them up ... Could you please not to throw bottles at my house? - I screamed and I looked at that, a busty blonde who knew of arrogance in his nose. Smirked and leaned sideways to another guy sitting next to them.
What stood facing the menacing air of one who did not understand anything but it must say no just for the heck of it.
I pushed and I, that I was not prepared, I fell backwards.
The girl, who was next, took advantage of kicking and so when I rolled over, afraid to miss those shots, I jumped over the brute.
was as if I had stayed in a landslide. But a landslide
drunk and ferocious stupidity.
I tried to Groping her face and before he could achieve the assestai a newspaper on the nose, with all his might.
It was a strong blow, but allowed me to crawl away.
I was getting up when I was grabbed by the hair and pulled down after a painful tug like a crown of thorns planted a shovel on his head.
I got a kick in the stomach and several shots at his side.
lost his breath and was a lump of pain, while I was thinking only about how to get up to escape and call law enforcement. The shots came
painful, I turned around, the blond girl and dall'energumeno his nose split.
Then I saw the girl fly away like a dead leaf in autumn el'energumeno receive a blow to the chin that sent him back.
bruised and sore I saw an angel face bending over me. In
emerald green eyes, I saw endless punishment.
- Can you stand up? -
- Yes, I ... - I was responding when Michelangelo was hit from behind.
But it was like hitting a handful of sand and clear water of the sea.
Michelangelo got rid of the socket and bent so as to unbalance the beast, which settled down kicking and slapping so strong Splitting the bones.
I wondered who was to know how to fight that way and when he faced the other two, putting them out of the game, I was now standing in a crowd of people.
staring at him, impressed and were produced in an off-key and delayed applause. Michelangelo
even looked at them and that his face bore a cut, approached me.
- Let's go home! - And told me in his arms, lifting me like I was the first paper to bring up the dune.
Needless to say, something in me snapped.
My mind was shattered and his heart gave way when he opened the door of my house with a kick and I laid it on the red sofa with infinite delicacy.
I stared at him, dazed.
- But you Who are you? - I asked and he looked around.
- Where do you keep the medication? -
- I'm blue in the cupboard in the kitchen sink! - I replied, watching him. He wore a shirt color sugar paper is open to the muscular chest and hairless and baggy pants, tied at the waist by a strap that seemed stolen from the shoes of a giant.
took gauze and disinfectant and put them on the table next to me.
with gauze soaked in medicine, approached.
smiled, embarrassed as a child.
- It is so, is it? - Churches. I nodded
- Do not worry, I can do it alone! - But I said my voice was shaking. Basically the attack and then because of its proximity. He knew of coffee hot biscuits. A sweet and innocent. He gave me dizzy and went up like a dog at the sight of the bowl.
- I want to do it, Angelica .- let roll my name in your mouth like it was candy. I blinked, a flight of butterflies in the stomach.
- Oh ... I really - but he was already wiping a wound on his right arm. I watched him move as a nurse practitioner, with a somewhat 'rough, I was sure that would use the leaves and potions if he could, on my wounds.
- Thanks .- blew out. He looked like a cat and put them in my hypnotist, I poured it into a sensual look. I swallowed a vacuum.
- You're welcome. I was thinking about you .-
- Pensavi a me? TU?- mi uscì proprio il maiuscolo e lui non si scompose. Con un viso dolce di bambino troppo cresciuto replicò
- Da questa mattina!-
- Oh…e perché?- Domandai, incerta se volessi davvero sapere la risposta.
- Sei la prima persona che incontro, da quando sono qui!- rispose, in modo asciutto. Non sapevo se esserne delusa o no e poi convenni che era decisamente la cosa più logica che potessi aspettarmi. Gli sorrisi
- Sei gentile.- dissi e lui finì di pulire le mie ferite
- Resteranno i lividi.- costatò, il tono desolato di chi non può fare altro. Feci una smorfietta e alzai le sopracciglia
- Oh beh, passeranno.-
In quel momento accostò to my face and with an innocent, even if the emerald green eyes were sending flashes of sensuality, churches
- Can I do anything else? -
- No, you were wonderful. Thanks! - I blinked several times, it was difficult to dissolve enchantment.
The smile on his face went a bit crunchy like an apple.
lit up from within.
Crouching, he was still very high, on the floor, holding my hands.
- Want ... - he looked at me and wrinkled her nose - which is still here? - Tried, apparently, to formulate the thought as if she were speaking a foreign language.
- Do not they will be looking for? - And I said I hated him for the expression of suffering that lingered on his face.
- I do not want to go there! -
- But you do not live with them? -
not said anything other than a snarl, growl if you can take as an answer.
He raised a hand, his left hand, and with his knuckles touched my face, then spread his fingers and passed the tips on the nose and mouth, draw the outline.
I remained motionless and better than many painkillers, he managed to make me forget the pain of the blows.
He walked with his face.
I thought that I would have kissed her.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled a smile I had never seen so spontaneous and so pure, if not in a child. Seemed to have invaded the truest happiness.
I became very emotional to see him like that. The man seemed
without protection, without any of those patterns and habits that education force us to adopt.
- Michelangelo ... - I whispered his name, as if to be sure it was true. That he was serious about them. He sighed, cracking a pure, a gurgle of joy, the principle of a tinkling laugh.
- Tonight I'm here for you. -
- I will try, they will come looking for you ... you ... - I started but he got up and walked towards the door, closed it, closed the wooden shutters on the windows and then stirred in the dark with ease. I had climbed a terrible question to mind, but he came back with a lighter and a candle Red scented. He put on the table beside the sofa el'accese. Then he smiled again
- Here .- said. - There will
.- On the old stove was boiling water for tea.
Michelangelo was sitting on the table, crouched down and watched what I did.
trying without much success to ignore the pain I was putting the biscuits on a tray. I put it on the table and in doing so crossed the eyes of Michelangelo.
the beautiful sensual mouth hovered always a smile. In return
smiles - What are you always be happy, you? - I asked rather stupidly.
He raised his right hand and put it on my heart, then took mine and put it on his own. If it were necessary to emphasize after that gesture felt a bit 'of tachycardia.
chuckled feel my heart disorder, then I let go, slowly, as if satisfied, for that moment.
The hot tea seemed a bit to get back 'to the world, the pain as the blood flowed in my veins and I was waiting for the analgesic effect did.
I had been uncertain whether or not to go to the emergency room, but Michael could not accompany me.
So I gave up.
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Friday, April 30, 2010
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no small
Days of heavy thoughts, heavy air retention, heart held between the teeth .
Sometimes I feel like dying, torn into small particles and then explode on ...
Yet here I am, still living the life that I hold between the lips.
Days of heavy thoughts, heavy air retention, heart held between the teeth .
Sometimes I feel like dying, torn into small particles and then explode on ...
Yet here I am, still living the life that I hold between the lips.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
White Stuff On The Side Of My Clit
Forsaken (DT) The Sun
For a while I thought I fell asleep Lying motionless inside a dream
Then rising
Suddenly I felt a chilling breath upon me She softly
Whispered in my ear Forsaken
as I have for you tonight
Awaken
Look into my eyes and take my hand
Give yourself up to me
I waited painfully
For night to fall again
Trying to silence the fear within me
Out of an ivory mist
I felt a stinging kiss
And saw a crimson stain on her lips
I have to know your name
Where have I seen your face before?
My dear one don't you be afraid
Forsaken
I have come for you tonight
Awaken
Look into my eyes and take my hand
Give yourself up to me
Take me far away
Close your eyes
And hold yuor breath
To the ends of the earth
Forsaken
I have come for you tonight
Awaken
Look in my eyes and take my hand
Forsaken Fly away with me tonight Awaken
Renew my life Now you are mine Give yourself up to me
For a while I thought I fell asleep Lying motionless inside a dream
Then rising
Suddenly I felt a chilling breath upon me She softly
Whispered in my ear Forsaken
as I have for you tonight
Awaken
Look into my eyes and take my hand
Give yourself up to me
I waited painfully
For night to fall again
Trying to silence the fear within me
Out of an ivory mist
I felt a stinging kiss
And saw a crimson stain on her lips
I have to know your name
Where have I seen your face before?
My dear one don't you be afraid
Forsaken
I have come for you tonight
Awaken
Look into my eyes and take my hand
Give yourself up to me
Take me far away
Close your eyes
And hold yuor breath
To the ends of the earth
Forsaken
I have come for you tonight
Awaken
Look in my eyes and take my hand
Forsaken Fly away with me tonight Awaken
Renew my life Now you are mine Give yourself up to me
Monday, April 19, 2010
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shining in a sky of turquoise and enamel painting it seems that nothing can be more beautiful.
Did you see how wonderful the mood even when the sun is shining? on my own I've always adored as a child.
There is nothing but put me in a good mood, in addition to the sun, except my daughter's smile or the purr of our cats.
But the sun .. It makes a nice corner trying to hide. The light leads to knowledge no matter what, nothing more is hidden.
finally no longer have to hide.
What a relief.
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What is love?
Hear the heart that shoots down his throat, the blood boiling like lava flows in the veins, the desire that makes salt and moisten your eyes and everything is there because the only reason for that upheaval that might even break off a lifetime.
E 'madness or love? And love what is, after all?
E 'is the breath that crops, is the paralysis of each word understood, only a smile, a glance, is as powerful as a drug, can make clear to every educated or normal behavior, manages to scream in a crowd, laughing while others staring at you, dancing in the pouring rain. What
crowds, and love.
is there, in the middle of the heart, still, looking at me a moment, a fraction of eternal life, the time of breath.
Ah ... love ...
Hear the heart that shoots down his throat, the blood boiling like lava flows in the veins, the desire that makes salt and moisten your eyes and everything is there because the only reason for that upheaval that might even break off a lifetime.
E 'madness or love? And love what is, after all?
E 'is the breath that crops, is the paralysis of each word understood, only a smile, a glance, is as powerful as a drug, can make clear to every educated or normal behavior, manages to scream in a crowd, laughing while others staring at you, dancing in the pouring rain. What
crowds, and love.
is there, in the middle of the heart, still, looking at me a moment, a fraction of eternal life, the time of breath.
Ah ... love ...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Matryoshka Dolls Winnipeg
I wonder if I can ...
to keep updated this place ...: D
forum ... I have a thousand blogs and diaries to follow tonight and I embarked on this further adventure.
graphomania complex or simple incipient madness? O
want friendship and sharing?
Who knows ...
A world tomorrow. Good night and lots of light)
to keep updated this place ...: D
forum ... I have a thousand blogs and diaries to follow tonight and I embarked on this further adventure.
graphomania complex or simple incipient madness? O
want friendship and sharing?
Who knows ...
A world tomorrow. Good night and lots of light)
Brown Tissue From Implantation ?
One spring day (evidence of ordinary madness: D) On a spring day
Chapter 1
From the radio came out the croaking voice of the speaker announced that a violent thunderstorm to the next morning.
I looked up from the book of English and yawned.
From what I was in that room?
The clock above the kitchen door marked five three-quarters of the afternoon.
He was darkening into night and I had not even turned on the light.
drove the tasks that I was correcting.
I learned that Robert's heart.
I was sick. Crazy, completely crazy.
adored him from afar, from behind a barbed wire from behind a minefield.
He was a boy last year and I was her teacher of English Literature.
One thing that stood, even to think.
Thanks to all of the year was almost finished and so is my substitute.
After I'd returned to my house on the coast, the sun, to make the lizard, to pick oranges and drinking white wine while the meat sizzled on the grill and spread the tunes Mexican radio.
I spent the night see the stars in the sky and huge black and swim, while my cat m'avrebbe waited on shore.
I got up, legs aggranchite, moved the stupid little steps and I arranged to be automatically the best band of dark blue silk that I was holding the formless mass that was my hair.
voluminous, wavy, blacks as the ass of a crow, they always did what they wanted.
We wanted to whip and stool to rule them all.
I placed the headband and the fridge, huge and red, took a pack of bitter orange.
drank it straight from the box, frozen.
He went down like the blade of a knife and stabbed my stomach and head and when he finally took a breath, not thought Robert.
At least not for the next ten minutes, acts almost made me pass a congestion.
idiot, here at my age I had become, an idiot who had a crush on a boy crazy for the last year.
One that he walked spreading light.
lit the rest of the world with his presence.
not seem to notice or at least, was good at not showing it.
The others, male or female, were almost forced to endure his light, the charm that emanated.
Even the hard teaching, distracted and academically cowardly, when he passed Robert had to smile, to absorb the light fantastic.
had only to smile and put everyone in line.
Who knows, in a story would be a gothic vampire.
Or another one of those hyper fascinating creatures that suck the life energy of all of us.
The fact was that was leaking as a theory, because when he passed we all felt better, not drained, here.
Another sigh, I looked at the tasks to be corrected and returned to work.
The rain does not bother me created, I was accustomed to the storms on the coast, but it certainly did not improve my already deathly mood.
No, not that.
locked the car, the rap sounded like wildfire in the humid and green.
There was so a lot of green to make us drown them even an elf.
There were good days of sun, but they often alternated with too long days of rain.
I was crossing the courtyard when I walked past her car.
My heart jumped into my throat, it was a stupid reaction of saliva from zero, as a teenager, not that I was twenty-three.
led his nice car color night in a move to them, smooth and perfect and stopped when I realized that I was wet.
The alternative to pass by with a corsettina was very commendable and supported by the rain I was soaked, but it would not have seen.
alone.
It was just us.
million for a period perfect, just perfect for us.
Yes
I was crazy.
From hospitalization.
At the end of the year I ran away, pursued by some zealous nurse with a straitjacket, as in the old asylums of some horror movie.
got out and not at all bothered by the rain turned back and began to climb the stairs.
He wore dark trousers, not jeans, tailored from a cognac-colored leather jacket, boots expensive honey-colored hair and those incredible that an imaginative painter had darkened with a honey-colored brick, in short, dense and dark honey as a syrup.
The looked at the perfect ass, drooling a bit ', imagining those slender hips move in a rhythmic way.
I was perspiring.
breathed and went behind him.
was only when he was about to let go of the door that I saw.
smiled and I lost the notion of myself.
Who was I? Why was there? Above all, what the hell was I doing with that angel of light?
- Hello, I did not see ... - he said that voice tinkling of bronze. A voice like an angel. He smiled and held the door. I clapped my eyes, woke up, blushed like a moron
- Oh nothing. Thank you and good morning! - I said, utter the syllables together, thickened by a breath that I held between his teeth for him not to spill my lust. He glanced at me funny, it was probably used to that kind of reaction, although I hoped that was used to alternate with dementia and then added, looking at her hands occupied by the tasks and books
- Can I help you? - courteous and direct. I swallowed air colored honey. I smiled, I went from ear to ear smile
- But that kind ... But no ... Instead you. If you're not running to class, you know ... - cinguettai, feeling a Snow White on the point of kidnapping the big bad wolf of Little Red Riding Hood, variously confused about what to do.
- Oh I'm late, but I'll just apologize .- He admitted and winked at me to do accomplice. I nodded, smiling, realizing that I had forgotten to breathe and that fiery heat that was flowing well on the face.
- Cer ... Sure - I exclaimed as he took the books and began to walk. A walk like a prince. From mythical hero. But how did he do? In fact, spreading light. Had to be some ancient god hidden among us mortals for some stupid experiment psychic powers after the passage of so much divine.
- Where do you want to bring them? - Churches, courteous, his voice was interwoven with honey and yet it was sexy, nothing mushy, mushy to. In fact, I thought that he had only one party in that body by soggy divinity. Therefore the pulse began to do crazy the wave and I was forced to send out the steam from his ears when I noticed I was staring, two sheets of sapphire in my eyes fixed
- ; Oh here, I would say in my room! - said that, with a trembling voice that seemed a very hot, one thing to chat line erotica. He smiled, nodded and shone sapphire plates
- course! - A word woven of pure light and headed in the right direction. I rejoiced, idiot, noting that knew where my room.
- Thanks .- spiccicai, teeth and tongue tied pasted on the palate, when put books on small chair dark wood, used by thousands of people before me and turned to me, get so close that I noticed the seams of the jacket cognac. I lifted my face and met the eyes of sapphire. Blue light.
- ... You're welcome - the voice had been hoarse, the voice of a rocker, then added, in those eyes My, that they were probing - I'll see you in class! - finished, blinked again, and waited until I could move a step, before going on. I heard him chuckle, but of course I could be wrong.
I was not very present to myself at that time.
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Prologue
You could really die for a smile?
For a pair of dark blue eyes that shine with the smile became similar to sapphires, gleaming sheets of sky that opened to the light?
It could really shake the smile of a man?
me that I was asking for the umpteenth time, that warm April morning, when I saw Robert Michaels get out of his car and stop to talk to some girls in the fourth year.
I looked at, with their clothes, shoes, high heels, perfect hair.
A world that I could see only remain behind the glass, a fish in a silly round ball.
sighed.
Basically it was no use crying about stay there, sooner or later, yes, sooner or later it would happen to me, Robert would have looked that way to me too.
I dreamed for so long, then, that was hard to believe that it never happened and that it was all a memory now.
For a moment I thought Robert is not absurd that he turned to call me as he would an old friend.
A brick red pickup truck came hurtling down the street, trumpeting loud music and my bubble of glass shattered.
After all, here I am.
I was just me.
nothing had happened.
When the view was clear again, I saw them, Robert Michaels and girls of the fourth year that came up the steps of the Lyceum.
I hated high school, I hated the town in which I lived.
Sometimes I hated to even live.
Robert paused, laughed, throwing her head back, honey blonde hair shone in the sun-streaked dark of that spring morning.
I drank the sound of her laughter as un'assetata in the desert.
Sometimes I hated life.
But that morning was not one of those times.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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Open letter to a writer of fan fiction cm
Dear friend,
you would like to speak with my heart in my hand. I wish you were sitting next to me, eye to eye. I would like to shake your hand and smash all the 27 bones that are there. I really do, believe me.
I wish you would explain a few things ... Still, things are easy that even a microcephalic like yours is able to understand. My darling, please enlighten me: but you never really seen an episode of Criminal Minds? You know, the television detective series American ... come on, that is so beautiful. Do not you know? Well, before you can answer, let me finish. I will not be much, do not worry.
So, tell me. If you had actually seen an episode of Criminal Minds, you would know Reid. It does not take a degree in psychology to understand how Reid; just see only one episode. My friend, then enlighten me ... How can you say things you would never think Reid? As you can only think that Morgan literally jump on him to Morgan? I mean, you saw them? If Morgan gave a sberletta to Reid, this would be in a vegetative state.
in my life even worse than I read, this is true. I read a Johnny Weir / Orlando Bloom. No, I'm not kidding. This does not mean that certain things are accepted. We want to talk about some of your colleagues who have written Hotch / Reid? Do not talk about it.
Dear friend, I do not know what to say ... I just hope you learn from your mistakes.
With love, your friend
Esther.
Dear friend,
you would like to speak with my heart in my hand. I wish you were sitting next to me, eye to eye. I would like to shake your hand and smash all the 27 bones that are there. I really do, believe me.
I wish you would explain a few things ... Still, things are easy that even a microcephalic like yours is able to understand. My darling, please enlighten me: but you never really seen an episode of Criminal Minds? You know, the television detective series American ... come on, that is so beautiful. Do not you know? Well, before you can answer, let me finish. I will not be much, do not worry.
So, tell me. If you had actually seen an episode of Criminal Minds, you would know Reid. It does not take a degree in psychology to understand how Reid; just see only one episode. My friend, then enlighten me ... How can you say things you would never think Reid? As you can only think that Morgan literally jump on him to Morgan? I mean, you saw them? If Morgan gave a sberletta to Reid, this would be in a vegetative state.
in my life even worse than I read, this is true. I read a Johnny Weir / Orlando Bloom. No, I'm not kidding. This does not mean that certain things are accepted. We want to talk about some of your colleagues who have written Hotch / Reid? Do not talk about it.
Dear friend, I do not know what to say ... I just hope you learn from your mistakes.
With love, your friend
Esther.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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Aggagacaaaa ° - ° On
Slowly I begin to understand something of this too u_u I'm brutal and botente [cit.] U_u
What can I say ... I'm hating much Facebook and I think I'll take DD: This morning (mattina. ..) I woke up at noon and the day did not start well DD: Waking up with stomach pains and a leg hooked does not suggest anything good DD:
Bah, I wanted to try to write four bullshit : O now that I did, I feel satisfied
Slowly I begin to understand something of this too u_u I'm brutal and botente [cit.] U_u
What can I say ... I'm hating much Facebook and I think I'll take DD: This morning (mattina. ..) I woke up at noon and the day did not start well DD: Waking up with stomach pains and a leg hooked does not suggest anything good DD:
Bah, I wanted to try to write four bullshit : O now that I did, I feel satisfied
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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