Beating boredom is a grim struggle
I leave the bravest
I like when
myself getting bored and table at my feet my head almost asleep
Friday, March 4, 2011
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Deserter from boredom
Beating boredom is a grim struggle
I leave the bravest
I like when
myself getting bored and table at my feet my head almost asleep
Beating boredom is a grim struggle
I leave the bravest
I like when
myself getting bored and table at my feet my head almost asleep
The Symptoms Of Black Death
When we are old
When we get old, it will often cold. The old always gives the impression of being cold. The good weather we can not forget many things. We'll leave our troubles in the gray clouds of yesterday. I think that's what the old. The sun will dazzle us with much more intensity, and smiles widen and wrinkles. We have already quite a few wrinkles, but we will be more to a close. We'll be making white hair, with the help of our children and their children. So we think a little more to us, bringing us closer gradually ground.
Because the sky and the ground will form a pair and we will be in the middle. The sky will support with all his might to push us against the ground, and we try as best they could to keep us upright. And one day when the pressure is too high, rather than the sky and the ground we break into two, the sky burrowing under the earth. As if the lower part of the clamp is crushed. And all will be good to throw away. We, the clamp, and the crumbs that this scatter in the memories of others. When we get old we will live together. Like all old. Because all old and live. With the impression of having lived their entire lives in the middle of a clip that would have tried in vain to reduce to crumbs. 
When we get old, it will often cold. The old always gives the impression of being cold. The good weather we can not forget many things. We'll leave our troubles in the gray clouds of yesterday. I think that's what the old. The sun will dazzle us with much more intensity, and smiles widen and wrinkles. We have already quite a few wrinkles, but we will be more to a close. We'll be making white hair, with the help of our children and their children. So we think a little more to us, bringing us closer gradually ground.
Because the sky and the ground will form a pair and we will be in the middle. The sky will support with all his might to push us against the ground, and we try as best they could to keep us upright. And one day when the pressure is too high, rather than the sky and the ground we break into two, the sky burrowing under the earth. As if the lower part of the clamp is crushed. And all will be good to throw away. We, the clamp, and the crumbs that this scatter in the memories of others. When we get old we will live together. Like all old. Because all old and live. With the impression of having lived their entire lives in the middle of a clip that would have tried in vain to reduce to crumbs.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Where Is Your Cervix During Early Pregnancy
Feeding the fire
The heat is a relic of sun
winter would last four seasons
we should do
sparks with our eyes
to rekindle the flame
we should do
sparks with our eyes
to rekindle the flame
Fakku Internet Explorer
What we can not do with a shadow
- The highlight
- The
to shame - Make it a hair color
- The paint
- Tell her she
beautiful eyes - make love Him
- The
to smile - The dress
- Maintain a reasoned discussion
- The tie
- The
give someone - He hurt
- The exit
- The love 
- The highlight
- The
to shame - Make it a hair color
- The paint
- Tell her she
beautiful eyes - make love Him
- The
to smile - The dress
- Maintain a reasoned discussion
- The tie
- The
give someone - He hurt
- The exit
- The love
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Internal Hdd Error Dell Latitude D610
Question viewpoint
love makes lovers discerning
love on balance would rather
a kind of dust in the eyes of other 
Love does not blind
lovers is what they say is wrong but
love makes discerning the limit Yes that's
lovers is what they say is wrong but
love makes discerning the limit Yes that's
love makes lovers discerning
love on balance would rather
a kind of dust in the eyes of other
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