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"Seeking shelter without comfort overlooking the Star" or the paradox of Christmas.
The Invisible becomes visible. But how? God becomes man, the son of a carpenter. One would have expected better.
The Son of God born of a virgin. The Word is crashing Sinai low wail of an infant. The darkness of the night the world lights up with a new star. The silence of the child's parents and shepherds is troubled by the praise of "celestial troops of angels."
God embraces humanity
The Word is silent,
Silence sings
Night Lights.
As an adult, the child of Nazareth still cultivates paradox. He healed the mute, He commanded discretion. Before the crown offered to her, he declines the offer. A dazzling face of the Transfiguration succeeds swollen face of the crucified. Yet He knows silence the forces of evil. He raises his voice when He Clears the Temple, scribes and Pharisees, when He apostrophe, or that He teaches the crowds. He took refuge in the solitude of the mountain and appears when you least expect it.
Alerted by the second report of Bishop Dagens and in conformity with Rome is concerned that a prolonged eclipse of the Faith in the West, the Church of France launched the slogan of visibility and even challenge in contradiction with the contemporary world. Following the merger with the men and women of their time that some thought be the result of Vatican II, here the time has come to remove the plug that hid the lamp to "put on a lamp" (Mt 5 0.13 to 16).
Simple swing the pendulum of history ? Happy imitation of the alternation of thirty years of hidden life and three years of public life? Good pastoral strategy that responds to an urgent need for markers which our contemporary need? Matter of experience or education? Indeed it illuminates well as good distance from the object: neither too close nor too far. There was thus in some sort of old kitchen ceiling which thanks to a subtle mechanism of pulleys and counterweights to allow the single bulb in the room to change position depending on the intensity of light desired.
I fear that these tests, heard here or there, do not lead Christians to oppose two positions and locked in unproductive confrontations because they reduce the mystery of God made man for our infirm mental patterns. However, what we have said Christmas and Jesus shows us that he exists simultaneously in the Gospel, word usage and the use of silence, the darkness and the light radiated accepted, the cry of fright Passion and prayer whispered. In other words, God does not follow any strategy, not locked up either in words or in writing or in pictures or in the visible or invisible in or not in attitude in another. It blew all our narrow categories and that is why we find it paradoxical.
The bright light of Tabor illuminates the night of the empty tomb beckons, the pilot can illuminate the tabernacle. The landfill is not necessarily embodiment, display media is not necessarily visible, the sign does not lead necessarily writing legibility, communication is not enough to evangelism. The full glare of day can produce a deceptive gloss effect that captures the light on him. Caritas, she radiates from within day night, she is our only real visibility.
God became man ... and the whole man and all men will never say any of that God there and never see that side of his shadow as the one that touched his cloak, we just - paradoxically - by letting us cover it to become visible.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
How To Build A Bios Dungle For Toshiba Laptops
It's like that, she said nothing. Two words sometimes and a shy smile when everything goes really well. But not often. Most times it is silent, can remain silent for days.
In this small town where she has always lived his parents ran a delicatessen whose reputation was never challenged as its owners had the constant worry. She was born in the store, more precisely in this back room crowded with boxes and crates of fruit and vegetables waiting to display with the help of the midwife of the neighborhood that a client 's eager to go and tell. It is weighing beans that her mother felt the first contractions, one of which was so violent that the bag fell from his hands. Oh what a mess! The memory of a life these beans on the floor!
Mother never told anything else about the late birth of his only daughter. Nothing about his frail constitution, its small size and weight of flies too badly and too soon fell from the nest. Nothing about what followed his permanent state of weakness, her thinness, her pallor and her sad, furious his silence, his solitude. Nothing about his childhood, nothing on it.
She later unable to tell Mom, Mother stammering painfully when she could escape the trap of the daily trade. Acting alone in her tiny room, pronounced slowly in the dark: Ma .. man-man My Mom.
Growing up in his thinness and his pallor among the children restless and careless of his age, but always in the middle away. And one day, woman. By the blood flowing from any injury, these red tears at the strange odor coming, thought she that sorrow never admitted crying so much and for so long inside that it overflowed, now.
- It's clean! you'll change your sheets yourself and next time I hope that you will care!
- I'll be careful, Mother, I'll be careful.
How many nights after, standing before the mirror, the lamp between her legs, bending over her mouth pink velvet where the tears had flowed that it should now contain absolutely not to be angry Ma Man .. My Mom -man. Makes you wonder how to arrange a sorrow who does that 'at its head. What to do that ever, ever happening again this shame? So what did mother say the next time?
There was one, and many others where the sheets were cleaned in secret. In secret, too, she learned all of the machine body through books borrowed from the library and hidden under the mattress. Then came the time of love, loves another, which Line, the neighbor brazen, neglecting no detail, he recounted the events sulphurous, changing configurations, the vagaries of ordinary teenage relationships. She listened, unmoved. The fury would come in the night would mix mouths, tongues and bodies, oaths of mad love, caresses fiery ghosts of lovers throwing their lives at his feet. They had no faces, they all had the sarabande and would extend until the last haggard exhaustion plunging into sleep, if Ma .. man-man My Mom did not burst at the peak of his dreams screaming It's clean!
At twenty-one years, graduating, she entered the local branch of Credit Agricole through the intercession of his father with his manager. The two men share the same taste for hunting and weapons had met club clay pigeon shooting locally and quickly became good friends as any closer in a radically pragmatic world. His banking career was decided between two volleys of lead, a Sunday morning in February, where a discussion greatly performed on the futility of literary studies that wished to undertake the girl, who shyly it was open to his parents, led to the decision to pull it willy-nilly the deadlock that it had chosen. She obtained her baccalaureate at the end of the school year, was certain he had promptly provide the result of his studies that inform it in due course. Common sense should prevail over any other fad. The literature that was good for writers, he had to sit down faster on his life sound basis which would avoid an uncertain future uncertain. The bank would be great for her, he would choose a position unrelated to the clients, or as little as possible, and the matter would be made. Also
stoic that 'as usual, that evening she listened to the explanations for the proposition father. Without eyebrow or any visible sign of disagreement she buried her desires in the palm of his silence and consented to the will of Father and Mother as she had always done everything. When summer came, she was praised for his brilliantly bin obtained by providing a week of rest that it would go to her aunt's side Underground, full Basement, what a beautiful county! to enjoy the good country air. The calm of the place would be extremely beneficial. In return, it would help the store, as in past years, and in September it would integrate its training that would lead later to the bank. Everything was planned. For his own good. She no longer had that 'studiously applying the instructions. You see how we décarcasse for you, my daughter. But we trust you will have never disappointed us, we are sure you will succeed and that our sacrifices will be rewarded. What would we do not for you.
Sir, unfortunately, had not the chance to witness its entry into active life. He died prematurely in a car accident in the early morning, during a delivery of supplies to one of its oldest customers into a restaurant a few miles away from the city. Bad luck continues honest men 's granted does one say at the funeral. For his final year before retirement is still sad, but that that is what you want is like this.
mother, unable to assume sole management of the store, soon not to sell the business and his apartment upstairs. She went to live in this modest house, which was acquired by the couple with their savings and some investments wisely advised by a banker friend. They sometimes spent weekends during the life of sir, a little bored as they did not know live outside their store.
Concerns caused by the move adding to the sadness of the loss of her husband, mother's health declined rapidly. Unable to meet their basic needs and maintain its housing, however, she refused categorically to engage any expense in the salary of a housemaid claiming that her late husband would have condemned the use of any external assistance, if expensive to boot. In Lepage we had always managed their own, with pride, would continue in memory of Marcel, who could rest in peace and honor of the family would be safe.
- that's what would have told your father, my daughter. Your studies you leave enough free time to take care of me. You never go out, anyway. We'll get both, it is the only solution.
She agreed that it was the only one, indeed. The Months passed, just out of her studies she joined the bank at any time and promised his life between his work was organized and Mother, especially Mother, demanding his presence at any time. Mother and her constant demands, his memories endlessly discussed but tattles his monologues, his obsession with death, his nightmares and screams at night, and his concern about the heritage, the papers do, the contents of the will, the address of the notary to check again. And you remember to bring me my magazine to call the painter for the shutters, my poor parts that we would have had to repaint more soon with all the rain in our country, I told you yet. Besides it will be your house someday. I wonder why you do not you worry more. Tell your father and me we worked all our lives to this house, and you have the air of not having anything to do. And how many times I told you to cut the finest vegetables for soup, don 'you hear not your poor mother? Ah, if your father was still there it would happen otherwise, you benefit from my weakness just to do that 'in your head, I see what happens. If you told me once that my own daughter would treat me this so ... my god as I have sorrow, as I grieve.
soon returned home, that is to say at Mother, she had that a haste to leave that quickly. Her life was slowly transformed into a torture unbearable that each day has risen one degree of pain. Lifted soon, she checked that everything was in order in the house, preparing breakfast for Mother opened the shutters of the kitchen and fled noiselessly to his work as we run out to sea, and quickly, to breathe lungs.
Life with Mother became every day more difficult. Everything was good his condemnation, and not a night passed without that it does awaken screaming and gesticulating against its beings from tormenting her, she claimed ruffled, hands flailing in all directions.
- You do not see them?! But there they are my daughter, they are there, and others will come! You have everything well closed the door and shutters? Will check back and tell me , go! And if the doctor comes, tell him I never want to see.
- Mother, nobody comes, nobody. I beg you, calm yourself .
- If so, it will come. It comes every afternoon with his dogs.
- Mother, not the afternoon, it is night.
- Ah ...? Are you sure? ... the night of what month?
She could rest until his mother, exhausted, slept a few hours. Rest illusory she did not know what to do. She remained there, sitting in this house where absurd madness already, and the eventual death had taken its place. Death, the death of Mother that it caught herself almost wish. Including the haunting evocation without that it would refuse now in the strange and soothing anticipation. At the funeral of his she was found worthy father in his grief, a remarkable restraint for a girl so devoted to his parents, a gentleman whose behavior would have been proud.
She watched his long bony hands resting on the armrests of the chair, motionless. No, it would have been proud, sir, if he could read his thoughts. His restraint was only coldness and distance. Nothing, no feelings of sadness do not disturb. She looked at the coffin as it looks on a plate, a chair, any object. She felt nothing. The death of his father was that a new data would change the course of his negative life since it would force it, she knew, to live with Mother. This perspective then was more painful than his father's disappearance. Of two evils she measured the worst, and this one would live. TODAY 'hui she lived.
For how long, when all this would end it ? She stared at his hands on the armrests. Mechanically, it compressed the foam beneath his fingers. It was soft, almost sensual. Like skin. On the sideboard in the kitchen Mother danced a waltz with the Father in the colors of the time, face raised to the that it had just married. She watched his hands on the velvet, Mother's face in the photograph, her neck stretched toward Father. This young woman, pretty, bright look at, what destiny we abyss? She looked at his bony hands, white. His fingers. Neck. Velvet. This stranger who danced. Night by the window in the house, her mother in the night around. She thought of tomorrow, the other day. Then the next, then another, all the days to come, in perpetuity. How long Mother, demanding drink, the called it, more and more low? She was not listening, was not receiving his words, heard more sense, only their music became plaintive murmur now. Mother's voice, slowly, had diminished. His calls were only murmurs, barely. And everything is soon changed into a strange lullaby.
When she awoke, curled up in the chair, silence reigned in the house. She was no longer that a stone could not move even a finger. The only sound was the wind around the house. She opened her eyes painfully, nothing stirred in the night as the clouds rolling over the moon. She no longer felt that the machinery of his body which every body seemed to him self and fragile. She thought that at least movement all its parts fall off, that it was better to stay still. And wait. Expect to meet, get together. She looked down at his hands as the moon shone for a moment and then turned toward the bedroom door. Mother? ... Mother? ... Only the wind whistled softly outside, Mother did not answer. Never again would not answer, she knew.
She got up, opened the door of the chamber, approached the bed in the dark. Mother lying there with his eyes open. She closed her in a slow caress that it lasted until her cheeks. She sat on the bed, took her hand in his Mother, and time stopped. Something in it, then, was resolved a long time.
the first rays of dawn she left the room and returned to his chair, crouched there like an animal exhausted income of nowhere. A red sun rose above the dark mass of trees in the garden. Surrendering to sleep, she looked at the woman on the sideboard in the kitchen, turning all smiles in waltz time. Mom.
In this small town where she has always lived his parents ran a delicatessen whose reputation was never challenged as its owners had the constant worry. She was born in the store, more precisely in this back room crowded with boxes and crates of fruit and vegetables waiting to display with the help of the midwife of the neighborhood that a client 's eager to go and tell. It is weighing beans that her mother felt the first contractions, one of which was so violent that the bag fell from his hands. Oh what a mess! The memory of a life these beans on the floor!
Mother never told anything else about the late birth of his only daughter. Nothing about his frail constitution, its small size and weight of flies too badly and too soon fell from the nest. Nothing about what followed his permanent state of weakness, her thinness, her pallor and her sad, furious his silence, his solitude. Nothing about his childhood, nothing on it.
She later unable to tell Mom, Mother stammering painfully when she could escape the trap of the daily trade. Acting alone in her tiny room, pronounced slowly in the dark: Ma .. man-man My Mom.
Growing up in his thinness and his pallor among the children restless and careless of his age, but always in the middle away. And one day, woman. By the blood flowing from any injury, these red tears at the strange odor coming, thought she that sorrow never admitted crying so much and for so long inside that it overflowed, now.
- It's clean! you'll change your sheets yourself and next time I hope that you will care!
- I'll be careful, Mother, I'll be careful.
How many nights after, standing before the mirror, the lamp between her legs, bending over her mouth pink velvet where the tears had flowed that it should now contain absolutely not to be angry Ma Man .. My Mom -man. Makes you wonder how to arrange a sorrow who does that 'at its head. What to do that ever, ever happening again this shame? So what did mother say the next time?
There was one, and many others where the sheets were cleaned in secret. In secret, too, she learned all of the machine body through books borrowed from the library and hidden under the mattress. Then came the time of love, loves another, which Line, the neighbor brazen, neglecting no detail, he recounted the events sulphurous, changing configurations, the vagaries of ordinary teenage relationships. She listened, unmoved. The fury would come in the night would mix mouths, tongues and bodies, oaths of mad love, caresses fiery ghosts of lovers throwing their lives at his feet. They had no faces, they all had the sarabande and would extend until the last haggard exhaustion plunging into sleep, if Ma .. man-man My Mom did not burst at the peak of his dreams screaming It's clean!
At twenty-one years, graduating, she entered the local branch of Credit Agricole through the intercession of his father with his manager. The two men share the same taste for hunting and weapons had met club clay pigeon shooting locally and quickly became good friends as any closer in a radically pragmatic world. His banking career was decided between two volleys of lead, a Sunday morning in February, where a discussion greatly performed on the futility of literary studies that wished to undertake the girl, who shyly it was open to his parents, led to the decision to pull it willy-nilly the deadlock that it had chosen. She obtained her baccalaureate at the end of the school year, was certain he had promptly provide the result of his studies that inform it in due course. Common sense should prevail over any other fad. The literature that was good for writers, he had to sit down faster on his life sound basis which would avoid an uncertain future uncertain. The bank would be great for her, he would choose a position unrelated to the clients, or as little as possible, and the matter would be made. Also
stoic that 'as usual, that evening she listened to the explanations for the proposition father. Without eyebrow or any visible sign of disagreement she buried her desires in the palm of his silence and consented to the will of Father and Mother as she had always done everything. When summer came, she was praised for his brilliantly bin obtained by providing a week of rest that it would go to her aunt's side Underground, full Basement, what a beautiful county! to enjoy the good country air. The calm of the place would be extremely beneficial. In return, it would help the store, as in past years, and in September it would integrate its training that would lead later to the bank. Everything was planned. For his own good. She no longer had that 'studiously applying the instructions. You see how we décarcasse for you, my daughter. But we trust you will have never disappointed us, we are sure you will succeed and that our sacrifices will be rewarded. What would we do not for you.
Sir, unfortunately, had not the chance to witness its entry into active life. He died prematurely in a car accident in the early morning, during a delivery of supplies to one of its oldest customers into a restaurant a few miles away from the city. Bad luck continues honest men 's granted does one say at the funeral. For his final year before retirement is still sad, but that that is what you want is like this.
mother, unable to assume sole management of the store, soon not to sell the business and his apartment upstairs. She went to live in this modest house, which was acquired by the couple with their savings and some investments wisely advised by a banker friend. They sometimes spent weekends during the life of sir, a little bored as they did not know live outside their store.
Concerns caused by the move adding to the sadness of the loss of her husband, mother's health declined rapidly. Unable to meet their basic needs and maintain its housing, however, she refused categorically to engage any expense in the salary of a housemaid claiming that her late husband would have condemned the use of any external assistance, if expensive to boot. In Lepage we had always managed their own, with pride, would continue in memory of Marcel, who could rest in peace and honor of the family would be safe.
- that's what would have told your father, my daughter. Your studies you leave enough free time to take care of me. You never go out, anyway. We'll get both, it is the only solution.
She agreed that it was the only one, indeed. The Months passed, just out of her studies she joined the bank at any time and promised his life between his work was organized and Mother, especially Mother, demanding his presence at any time. Mother and her constant demands, his memories endlessly discussed but tattles his monologues, his obsession with death, his nightmares and screams at night, and his concern about the heritage, the papers do, the contents of the will, the address of the notary to check again. And you remember to bring me my magazine to call the painter for the shutters, my poor parts that we would have had to repaint more soon with all the rain in our country, I told you yet. Besides it will be your house someday. I wonder why you do not you worry more. Tell your father and me we worked all our lives to this house, and you have the air of not having anything to do. And how many times I told you to cut the finest vegetables for soup, don 'you hear not your poor mother? Ah, if your father was still there it would happen otherwise, you benefit from my weakness just to do that 'in your head, I see what happens. If you told me once that my own daughter would treat me this so ... my god as I have sorrow, as I grieve.
soon returned home, that is to say at Mother, she had that a haste to leave that quickly. Her life was slowly transformed into a torture unbearable that each day has risen one degree of pain. Lifted soon, she checked that everything was in order in the house, preparing breakfast for Mother opened the shutters of the kitchen and fled noiselessly to his work as we run out to sea, and quickly, to breathe lungs.
Life with Mother became every day more difficult. Everything was good his condemnation, and not a night passed without that it does awaken screaming and gesticulating against its beings from tormenting her, she claimed ruffled, hands flailing in all directions.
- You do not see them?! But there they are my daughter, they are there, and others will come! You have everything well closed the door and shutters? Will check back and tell me , go! And if the doctor comes, tell him I never want to see.
- Mother, nobody comes, nobody. I beg you, calm yourself .
- If so, it will come. It comes every afternoon with his dogs.
- Mother, not the afternoon, it is night.
- Ah ...? Are you sure? ... the night of what month?
She could rest until his mother, exhausted, slept a few hours. Rest illusory she did not know what to do. She remained there, sitting in this house where absurd madness already, and the eventual death had taken its place. Death, the death of Mother that it caught herself almost wish. Including the haunting evocation without that it would refuse now in the strange and soothing anticipation. At the funeral of his she was found worthy father in his grief, a remarkable restraint for a girl so devoted to his parents, a gentleman whose behavior would have been proud.
She watched his long bony hands resting on the armrests of the chair, motionless. No, it would have been proud, sir, if he could read his thoughts. His restraint was only coldness and distance. Nothing, no feelings of sadness do not disturb. She looked at the coffin as it looks on a plate, a chair, any object. She felt nothing. The death of his father was that a new data would change the course of his negative life since it would force it, she knew, to live with Mother. This perspective then was more painful than his father's disappearance. Of two evils she measured the worst, and this one would live. TODAY 'hui she lived.
For how long, when all this would end it ? She stared at his hands on the armrests. Mechanically, it compressed the foam beneath his fingers. It was soft, almost sensual. Like skin. On the sideboard in the kitchen Mother danced a waltz with the Father in the colors of the time, face raised to the that it had just married. She watched his hands on the velvet, Mother's face in the photograph, her neck stretched toward Father. This young woman, pretty, bright look at, what destiny we abyss? She looked at his bony hands, white. His fingers. Neck. Velvet. This stranger who danced. Night by the window in the house, her mother in the night around. She thought of tomorrow, the other day. Then the next, then another, all the days to come, in perpetuity. How long Mother, demanding drink, the called it, more and more low? She was not listening, was not receiving his words, heard more sense, only their music became plaintive murmur now. Mother's voice, slowly, had diminished. His calls were only murmurs, barely. And everything is soon changed into a strange lullaby.
When she awoke, curled up in the chair, silence reigned in the house. She was no longer that a stone could not move even a finger. The only sound was the wind around the house. She opened her eyes painfully, nothing stirred in the night as the clouds rolling over the moon. She no longer felt that the machinery of his body which every body seemed to him self and fragile. She thought that at least movement all its parts fall off, that it was better to stay still. And wait. Expect to meet, get together. She looked down at his hands as the moon shone for a moment and then turned toward the bedroom door. Mother? ... Mother? ... Only the wind whistled softly outside, Mother did not answer. Never again would not answer, she knew.
She got up, opened the door of the chamber, approached the bed in the dark. Mother lying there with his eyes open. She closed her in a slow caress that it lasted until her cheeks. She sat on the bed, took her hand in his Mother, and time stopped. Something in it, then, was resolved a long time.
the first rays of dawn she left the room and returned to his chair, crouched there like an animal exhausted income of nowhere. A red sun rose above the dark mass of trees in the garden. Surrendering to sleep, she looked at the woman on the sideboard in the kitchen, turning all smiles in waltz time. Mom.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
V6000 Coprocessor Driver
Small animals of the night (3)
There are animals in me
Animals at my table in the middle of
the kitchen is the morning
We take coffee
We talk about everything and nothing
And all they can cling like
At the table that falls
Tomb Tomb
In the big hole in me Moi Moi
I say fear not
Pour me again
A little coffee talk
should speak much
There is no other way to allay fear
I say those
naked dream of fur
Because they are cold
Wind, rain, for them
And they have blue skin
They break everything they touch
And it's no awkwardness
And these are not dreams
is their fury animals naked
Like me blue And
Because hell is cold And everything is true
There is no other reason for our fall But
shhh ...
Shhh ... Once dropped
There is nothing to fear
remains some coffee? 
There are animals in me
Animals at my table in the middle of
the kitchen is the morning
We take coffee
We talk about everything and nothing
And all they can cling like
At the table that falls
Tomb Tomb
In the big hole in me Moi Moi
I say fear not
Pour me again
A little coffee talk
should speak much
There is no other way to allay fear
I say those
naked dream of fur
Because they are cold
Wind, rain, for them
And they have blue skin
They break everything they touch
And it's no awkwardness
And these are not dreams
is their fury animals naked
Like me blue And
Because hell is cold And everything is true
There is no other reason for our fall But
shhh ...
Shhh ... Once dropped
There is nothing to fear
remains some coffee?
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Yonex Recommended Stringing Tention
Indifference, patience, emergency
Brothers until the coming of the Lord, have patience. "(James 5:7)
Frost powdered herb of the field. Mist floor plate the winter sky. Oaks Forest still numb stretch their arms bare. As every morning, the Sun moves into the notch of the wooded hill and about to start his round brilliant.
"Why the consistency unflappable in the revolution of the stars? "Asks the viewer dazzled. "Why is the life she offered daily at the indifference of our little daily hassles? Why the awakening of nature provided each morning, the offering of a new day, the gift of another year? "
Because, since the famous deluge which spared Noah God's patience is resistant to all streams and all the rage. "I'll never destroy the earth" while he promised. He might have added: "The man will do it well alone."
And Peter explains: "He is patient to us: for He does not agree to let a few get lost, but he wants everyone to have time to repent" (2P 3 , 9).
Should dare say, in this time of Advent: "God expects us first that we decided to give it attention, and yet it was he who, against all odds, believes that Man does not disappoint the not. It is he who has faith! "A new day
thee already granted and a honeyed voice whispers to you:" Enjoy it, eat and drink, make the party, drunk up power, pleasures sated yourself ... Think of yourself! "Another voice
friendly but firm, you suggested:" This was so in the days of Noah ... and people do not doubted until the arrival of the flood ... so shall also the coming of the Son Man .... Therefore keep watch, because you do not know what day your Lord is coming "(Mt 24, 37)
So instead of waiting for tomorrow does surprise like a thief, offer your life this morning at "The dawn from on high that comes to visit us by illuminating our darkness (LC1)" and disruption of your indifference. It is urgent! Dear reader
NB the use of second person singular is not part of my familiarity moved but deliberate desire to place me among the recipients of these messages.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Can U Use Milk In A Keurig
The guys have no balls
And yes guys have no balls! It's a real truth, well beyond the fact that man is that man is man and he can be charming, affable and tender.
There are good men in every report, but either they are already married or is a member of our family or they are ... er ... ben precisely is the problem, we do not know where they are. Thus it remains only guys without balls.
Guys who you are seduce, to show you they are friendly, welcoming, they know how to listen, fun and the ultimate: gallant! Except ... Once placed in their beds, they are probably too clear that that is their testicles because after they promise you another appointment, a relationship with a day, although this relationship may not be a true love relationship, but simply a modern relationship of sex-type friend, but after a week of texting a word!
Radio Silence, not even an explanation, if ah forgiveness, while the next appointment was fixed the same day they will announce that they have caught the back and can not come! Or, this can happen anyone ... But when a month after we did not hear from this individual, he has not responded well to the message ensuring that he has left on his answering machine, following his untimely locking back ... I tell you this is not a blocking back, but a blocking balls.
And yes guys have no balls! It's a real truth, well beyond the fact that man is that man is man and he can be charming, affable and tender.
There are good men in every report, but either they are already married or is a member of our family or they are ... er ... ben precisely is the problem, we do not know where they are. Thus it remains only guys without balls.
Guys who you are seduce, to show you they are friendly, welcoming, they know how to listen, fun and the ultimate: gallant! Except ... Once placed in their beds, they are probably too clear that that is their testicles because after they promise you another appointment, a relationship with a day, although this relationship may not be a true love relationship, but simply a modern relationship of sex-type friend, but after a week of texting a word!
Radio Silence, not even an explanation, if ah forgiveness, while the next appointment was fixed the same day they will announce that they have caught the back and can not come! Or, this can happen anyone ... But when a month after we did not hear from this individual, he has not responded well to the message ensuring that he has left on his answering machine, following his untimely locking back ... I tell you this is not a blocking back, but a blocking balls.
The man who wants so virile, so strong (and yes it is the stronger sex!), Does not even have the courage to say "we had fun, but it is better remains there. "
Is it so difficult to say what you want, openly and honestly? This is not because we are women we can not understand that after mature thinking you do not want to continue this relationship.
Is it too complicated to tell the color from the outset rather than hold out something that will not?
Is it so difficult to say what you want, openly and honestly? This is not because we are women we can not understand that after mature thinking you do not want to continue this relationship.
Is it too complicated to tell the color from the outset rather than hold out something that will not?
you taking women for toys? Are we then to you, dear male, as pieces of meat, small things with which it is fun to play, to walk, for after discarding contaminated objects like tin and without interest?
is frankly pathetic. Have no consideration for the female, the same man that owns your dear mother, it's cowardice and disrespect total towards the second sex, the same man who allowed you to exist, we must not forget, gentlemen, that to a child it takes two, so if you are there it is thanks to women!
is frankly pathetic. Have no consideration for the female, the same man that owns your dear mother, it's cowardice and disrespect total towards the second sex, the same man who allowed you to exist, we must not forget, gentlemen, that to a child it takes two, so if you are there it is thanks to women!
How do you want after the women do not seek to supplant the man in all these areas? If the man took the woman as a human being in its own right and not as a commodity just good to wipe the kids, cooking and suck, understanding man / woman would certainly be better.
A word to salvation.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
12 Yearolds Mastrabating
Response to the comment left on my previous post
And the ax falls.
Where is the love while away from all this woman is fighting only for herself and her daughter and nobody takes him? She could not find her father she would be alone to thank you for his life.
She managed with brillo? But she missed out on his dreams. For the love she deserved wished she preferred to scientific rather than literary because he had to find a job quickly.
She never had the choice of his life and his studies.
It merely survive, still discriminated against, relayed to the rank of an idiot. For this authoritarian and a cousin part of the family she has no news since the announcement of her divorce and does not deign to answer his emails. Announcement that it was no longer seems to be welcome in the village familly. Today, this woman could be dead and buried that no one would know.
You say not to be proud of her. Why? Because she left a man who has flouted for years, who has handled and has become a figurehead? Which has certainly deceived many times and has his daughter before she leaves the marital home, her new friend?
You say not to be proud of her, because she found a father that everyone has denigrated for years, so that ultimately it is a great person who was able to take her in his arms tell her he loved her and then show it messes up his principles?
You say not to be proud of her because she finally understands what has been his life so far and decide not to suffer and live as a free woman as she has always wanted?
You say not to be proud of her because she dares to face his pain of never having been loved and trying to heal?
You say not to be proud of her because today it flourishes and finally learns who she is?
You say not to be proud of her, because now she is fighting for his life has meaning?
Little girl was fortunate to have a loving family, a father present and always there for you, tell me what that memory is selective? Tell me what is that to be proud of her she must deny this father who has always loved and that her dear aunt always denigrated. Should it be a martyr for the consideration of his family, a branch of the venerable family of his mother? Them who do not know a quarter of what she lived with her mother everyone loved, and yet everyone recognizes as "special". She lived 12 years with a depressed mother and crazy. Who lived locked in the dark all day. Sometimes delirious and told him stories. We will never know what she had but she was extremely intelligent she was unsuited to the company, only one has ever wanted to see what was going on and rescue him, his father first, before he fled the difficulty. The others ignored the reality.
Has she had the chance for a fifth of the love they have brought him? But what was this love? Far love is when you do not allow a child to develop as it should? Certainly there were the holidays, but what we show love to a child by welcoming a month and a half year at home? Who has really raised the question of what she felt and how she lived the loss of his mother and the fact of belonging to anything? No mother, no father ... how to build when you do not know its origins and much of its history is a tissue of lies?
Love was already give psychological support to the death of his mother. Had she had that she would not be here today.
Love was not to deny the family of his mother. Not harping endlessly that his grandfather was worse than his venerable uncle.
would love to reunite the family council to check that everything was fine, that his aunt as he had managed his property and to meet during its transition from bachelor to decide on the continuation of his studies and hear its opinion.
Love was not to denigrate it by saying she was not smart enough to succeed and it could be that competition laws.
Love would have been give him the chance to go to the FCC as it wanted in coming in second and not to tell her she did not have the capacity.
Love was fighting for her when her aunt prevented her from participating in extracurricular activities (like improvised theater) when she was talented.
would love to see it as being and not doing the bare minimum to feel good.
Love was taken from him since August and is now ready to show support in this ordeal is his divorce.
Love is not something that is given in small doses or to stop feeling guilty, it's a constant battle, he showed by actions and not empty words ditent annually .
Then know that this woman is proud of its roots, proud of those women who fought for ideals and survive. But it is not proud of his family or that of his mother or his father.
Today she is a woman extremely injured, suffering a lot but does everything to be free from pain and become free and accomplished woman. Today it is more than ever proud of her, proud of what it is and proud of what she accomplished.
But now his life is in Paris with his daughter and her future. She made a cross on the South which has never accepted as it was.
His door is always open to any family, be it his mother or his father, but it no longer expects anything of them and has nothing to prove to anybody if is to itself. 
And the ax falls.
Where is the love while away from all this woman is fighting only for herself and her daughter and nobody takes him? She could not find her father she would be alone to thank you for his life.
She managed with brillo? But she missed out on his dreams. For the love she deserved wished she preferred to scientific rather than literary because he had to find a job quickly.
She never had the choice of his life and his studies.
It merely survive, still discriminated against, relayed to the rank of an idiot. For this authoritarian and a cousin part of the family she has no news since the announcement of her divorce and does not deign to answer his emails. Announcement that it was no longer seems to be welcome in the village familly. Today, this woman could be dead and buried that no one would know.
You say not to be proud of her. Why? Because she left a man who has flouted for years, who has handled and has become a figurehead? Which has certainly deceived many times and has his daughter before she leaves the marital home, her new friend?
You say not to be proud of her, because she found a father that everyone has denigrated for years, so that ultimately it is a great person who was able to take her in his arms tell her he loved her and then show it messes up his principles?
You say not to be proud of her because she finally understands what has been his life so far and decide not to suffer and live as a free woman as she has always wanted?
You say not to be proud of her because she dares to face his pain of never having been loved and trying to heal?
You say not to be proud of her because today it flourishes and finally learns who she is?
You say not to be proud of her, because now she is fighting for his life has meaning?
Little girl was fortunate to have a loving family, a father present and always there for you, tell me what that memory is selective? Tell me what is that to be proud of her she must deny this father who has always loved and that her dear aunt always denigrated. Should it be a martyr for the consideration of his family, a branch of the venerable family of his mother? Them who do not know a quarter of what she lived with her mother everyone loved, and yet everyone recognizes as "special". She lived 12 years with a depressed mother and crazy. Who lived locked in the dark all day. Sometimes delirious and told him stories. We will never know what she had but she was extremely intelligent she was unsuited to the company, only one has ever wanted to see what was going on and rescue him, his father first, before he fled the difficulty. The others ignored the reality.
Has she had the chance for a fifth of the love they have brought him? But what was this love? Far love is when you do not allow a child to develop as it should? Certainly there were the holidays, but what we show love to a child by welcoming a month and a half year at home? Who has really raised the question of what she felt and how she lived the loss of his mother and the fact of belonging to anything? No mother, no father ... how to build when you do not know its origins and much of its history is a tissue of lies?
Love was already give psychological support to the death of his mother. Had she had that she would not be here today.
Love was not to deny the family of his mother. Not harping endlessly that his grandfather was worse than his venerable uncle.
would love to reunite the family council to check that everything was fine, that his aunt as he had managed his property and to meet during its transition from bachelor to decide on the continuation of his studies and hear its opinion.
Love was not to denigrate it by saying she was not smart enough to succeed and it could be that competition laws.
Love would have been give him the chance to go to the FCC as it wanted in coming in second and not to tell her she did not have the capacity.
Love was fighting for her when her aunt prevented her from participating in extracurricular activities (like improvised theater) when she was talented.
would love to see it as being and not doing the bare minimum to feel good.
Love was taken from him since August and is now ready to show support in this ordeal is his divorce.
Love is not something that is given in small doses or to stop feeling guilty, it's a constant battle, he showed by actions and not empty words ditent annually .
Then know that this woman is proud of its roots, proud of those women who fought for ideals and survive. But it is not proud of his family or that of his mother or his father.
Today she is a woman extremely injured, suffering a lot but does everything to be free from pain and become free and accomplished woman. Today it is more than ever proud of her, proud of what it is and proud of what she accomplished.
But now his life is in Paris with his daughter and her future. She made a cross on the South which has never accepted as it was.
His door is always open to any family, be it his mother or his father, but it no longer expects anything of them and has nothing to prove to anybody if is to itself.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Cold Temperatures And Leather Furniture
Suffering of love not
Love ... Breast ... paternal ... Brotherly ... friendly ... with a capital A.
Love stifling a crazy mother died too young without taking the time to consider his illness and especially without taking into hand she even went to see a specialist who could help ...
Sweet amok than a mother who takes possession of her child as an object. HER CHILD, HER THING. Isolate the pulpit of his chair for cloistered in a dream world where only fantasies of an innocent child can keep him company.
Poor little fragile thing. Poor child abandoned to himself, locked up the top of this concrete tower with a depressed mother who sleeps all day. Fortunately, dolls and stuffed animals are there ... except that they are not very bright ...
Poor children who are made to believe that her father is a parent who cons his crazy life. A bum, a jerk, a nobody.
Poor child, so loved by his father, who unfortunately did not have the courage and strength to fight for it.
Poor child who suddenly loses his mother and finds himself forced to live with an aunt cantankerous, selfish, paranoid, retired from the army.
Poor child forced to listen to long speeches feminist cousin authoritarian and narcissistic.
Poor child that everyone has abandoned his life, without evidence of love.
Nobody fought for it, nobody bothered to listen, view, seeing it as a being. It was only a figurehead, an object that does not know what to do. A freak of nature that nobody wants.
Child relegated to silly that will never do anything in his life. Child without a place in this world.
Do not belong to a family, be excluded from any social group at school. Child so discreet and yet they all find it already takes too much space. How to disappear when there is already land in a mouse hole?
O dream world ... O dream world ... thank you for being there for me to survive.
Yes but ... the child grew up. And his life is still devoid of love.
Ten years of cohabiting with a man who has never liked ... Total destruction of being. To be? but what to be? This woman is nothing child today ... just a tummy ... an addition to fuck that nobody wants except for his pretty ass.
Who said a woman could be intelligent? Who said that the girl could be a crazy smart?
Let's talk about it until it does not make us shit, then after is always a way to draw something. Promise him the moon, let's believe in Prince Charming and well delude ourselves here. History of the kiss ... well It
does not care what is in it. A heart tell you? Feelings? But I also have feelings ... it is the woman of my life, at least until my dick is in it. After ... The mother of my child? Yeah that's the point in a uterus is not it?
Anyway she has no family. Nobody wants it. The evidence, nobody takes him since his divorce. Is not it wonderful? She could be dead and buried that no one would know. All are cons fuck her. Ten years with a branch of his family who never stopped to consider it as an ugly duckling. "We are not the same branch ... yours is my poor rotten. You really have no chance to be following a similar lined. There was a lot of inbreeding on the side of your grandfather you know. "
How to destroy a being?
Trampling it from its infancy to maturity. Do not like it. Destroy your dreams and above all, do good feel guilty while not forgetting to put him down as much as possible.
Nobody should be fighting for. Let nobody take her in his arms. Let no one be sympathetic with. But be contemptuous, have mercy this little thing cumbersome. Show him that all the world's woes are due to this small insignificant thing. Little things, but consuming too much space. Small pebble in the shoe that rotten life.
What could be more atrocious than never to be loved? Moving from the unconditional love of a mother and stifling mad total nothingness?
consider how someone could ever love us when we did everything to be loved, when we gave all our love in return and everything was back in his face.
be nothing. Only one body. A doll that is taken and thrown away when one is tired. Just one thing, neither more nor less. 
Love ... Breast ... paternal ... Brotherly ... friendly ... with a capital A.
Love stifling a crazy mother died too young without taking the time to consider his illness and especially without taking into hand she even went to see a specialist who could help ...
Sweet amok than a mother who takes possession of her child as an object. HER CHILD, HER THING. Isolate the pulpit of his chair for cloistered in a dream world where only fantasies of an innocent child can keep him company.
Poor little fragile thing. Poor child abandoned to himself, locked up the top of this concrete tower with a depressed mother who sleeps all day. Fortunately, dolls and stuffed animals are there ... except that they are not very bright ...
Poor children who are made to believe that her father is a parent who cons his crazy life. A bum, a jerk, a nobody.
Poor child, so loved by his father, who unfortunately did not have the courage and strength to fight for it.
Poor child who suddenly loses his mother and finds himself forced to live with an aunt cantankerous, selfish, paranoid, retired from the army.
Poor child forced to listen to long speeches feminist cousin authoritarian and narcissistic.
Poor child that everyone has abandoned his life, without evidence of love.
Nobody fought for it, nobody bothered to listen, view, seeing it as a being. It was only a figurehead, an object that does not know what to do. A freak of nature that nobody wants.
Child relegated to silly that will never do anything in his life. Child without a place in this world.
Do not belong to a family, be excluded from any social group at school. Child so discreet and yet they all find it already takes too much space. How to disappear when there is already land in a mouse hole?
O dream world ... O dream world ... thank you for being there for me to survive.
Yes but ... the child grew up. And his life is still devoid of love.
Ten years of cohabiting with a man who has never liked ... Total destruction of being. To be? but what to be? This woman is nothing child today ... just a tummy ... an addition to fuck that nobody wants except for his pretty ass.
Who said a woman could be intelligent? Who said that the girl could be a crazy smart?
Let's talk about it until it does not make us shit, then after is always a way to draw something. Promise him the moon, let's believe in Prince Charming and well delude ourselves here. History of the kiss ... well It
does not care what is in it. A heart tell you? Feelings? But I also have feelings ... it is the woman of my life, at least until my dick is in it. After ... The mother of my child? Yeah that's the point in a uterus is not it?
Anyway she has no family. Nobody wants it. The evidence, nobody takes him since his divorce. Is not it wonderful? She could be dead and buried that no one would know. All are cons fuck her. Ten years with a branch of his family who never stopped to consider it as an ugly duckling. "We are not the same branch ... yours is my poor rotten. You really have no chance to be following a similar lined. There was a lot of inbreeding on the side of your grandfather you know. "
How to destroy a being?
Trampling it from its infancy to maturity. Do not like it. Destroy your dreams and above all, do good feel guilty while not forgetting to put him down as much as possible.
Nobody should be fighting for. Let nobody take her in his arms. Let no one be sympathetic with. But be contemptuous, have mercy this little thing cumbersome. Show him that all the world's woes are due to this small insignificant thing. Little things, but consuming too much space. Small pebble in the shoe that rotten life.
What could be more atrocious than never to be loved? Moving from the unconditional love of a mother and stifling mad total nothingness?
consider how someone could ever love us when we did everything to be loved, when we gave all our love in return and everything was back in his face.
be nothing. Only one body. A doll that is taken and thrown away when one is tired. Just one thing, neither more nor less.
Where To Find Leather Bracelts From Disneyland
The exhausting quest for an inexhaustible source.
To exist every man, woman needs to be acknowledged tell us shrink. Translation: each of us knows that needs to be loved and employs every means to achieve it.
Some are extensive and in seeking membership of the crowd. Universal suffrage, the applause, the frequency of titles on glossy paper or on screen cater to that satisfaction sometimes excessive.
Other cultivate intensive small circles, networks of insiders of the chosen elite. Knowledge of some personalities "well placed" and cited in any conversation about just for their happiness.
Others, finally, confined in the exclusive. Without him, without it, the world is unbearable. I love to choke him.
A day comes when the box is deceiving you with the opponent, the image falls into the trash, where personalities forget your address, where the bird escapes from the wire cage. So here we
bitter, embittered, fleeing the shadow of what we were, but watching through the window, however, any hand that would tend, the slightest smile that would remember the single word that we would fall.
To exist you need to be loved.
Knowing this, so there is nothing more urgent, more useful, more human than loving first. This is the reversal of perspective that Christ made. If I first try to be liked, which is the natural tendency, it is likely that I exhaust myself in the maintenance of obsequious sycophancy, sympathy displayed or protocol, the fawning adulation of sycophancy noisy.
If I devote myself to love, first, without calculation, without reservation, then I risk exposing myself, in turn, free true friendship like brothers to hate annealed all the castaways of love required.
This is perpetual reversal, this conversion always invites us to remake the period of Advent. She waits for him who became a love before even trying to be loved because He had found his father in an original and inexhaustible reserves of giving and forgiving.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Arm Pain From Mattress
My notion of the modern couple (in response to my article Off Standard)
Since man and woman can not live together, why would he do not a couple but still everyone home? After all, is it so difficult to conceive this way of life? While a financial point of view some people will say it's been cool and then twice? If to live better and happier we need to spend more why not?
Love is not he a precious feeling the need pampering?
In a modern society where individualism reigns and money, should not we consider the small stuff that melts as love unravels over time. Routine, stress, and our faults are that after a two-time life can become hell. Especially since some people are made to live in two and the other not, then why try to force everyone to live within the same model?
Especially since being alone at home, doing what we want without being afraid to go for a draw or a tie against the other good. Not to mention that by the time we need our little moments of solitude without fear of hindering the other.
So you can walk into the apartment on a cucumber mask on his head on a Sunday afternoon without being afraid to take off the side of our glamorous and sexy person. However impossible to spend a Sunday in pajamas, green clay mask on your face, put a color on the hair watching during the exposure time under the sun (for my part would most Kaamelot indeed ^ ^) if you live with a loved one, because in this case it seems to me the beautiful evening we will arrive Garter is in bed, the companion will not see us at the same angle. I call this the demystification. Let us believe in our beautiful masculine males that we are all the time wonderfully sexy.
I find it interesting to live at home and everyone will see the weekend, one weekday evening and during holidays. And we keep our independence and our bad moods for us. After all, why be subjected to another our mood swings? And why risk the shouting match because one is angry annoyed or tired? That said, each living at home does not mean you can not listen to the other. You should also know to be available when the other needs us and not to withdraw into silence when it goes wrong. It is a different conception of ours, we other French traditionalist and conservative.
Library: http://www.servicevie.com/relations-avec-les-autres/relations-amoureuses/vivre-chacun-chez-soi/a/459 
Since man and woman can not live together, why would he do not a couple but still everyone home? After all, is it so difficult to conceive this way of life? While a financial point of view some people will say it's been cool and then twice? If to live better and happier we need to spend more why not?
Love is not he a precious feeling the need pampering?
In a modern society where individualism reigns and money, should not we consider the small stuff that melts as love unravels over time. Routine, stress, and our faults are that after a two-time life can become hell. Especially since some people are made to live in two and the other not, then why try to force everyone to live within the same model?
Especially since being alone at home, doing what we want without being afraid to go for a draw or a tie against the other good. Not to mention that by the time we need our little moments of solitude without fear of hindering the other.
So you can walk into the apartment on a cucumber mask on his head on a Sunday afternoon without being afraid to take off the side of our glamorous and sexy person. However impossible to spend a Sunday in pajamas, green clay mask on your face, put a color on the hair watching during the exposure time under the sun (for my part would most Kaamelot indeed ^ ^) if you live with a loved one, because in this case it seems to me the beautiful evening we will arrive Garter is in bed, the companion will not see us at the same angle. I call this the demystification. Let us believe in our beautiful masculine males that we are all the time wonderfully sexy.
I find it interesting to live at home and everyone will see the weekend, one weekday evening and during holidays. And we keep our independence and our bad moods for us. After all, why be subjected to another our mood swings? And why risk the shouting match because one is angry annoyed or tired? That said, each living at home does not mean you can not listen to the other. You should also know to be available when the other needs us and not to withdraw into silence when it goes wrong. It is a different conception of ours, we other French traditionalist and conservative.
Library: http://www.servicevie.com/relations-avec-les-autres/relations-amoureuses/vivre-chacun-chez-soi/a/459
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Watch South Park Ipod Online
I do not want ... Out
I do not want a pot of
glue I do not want to have its business lurking everywhere
I want no more "what you do not think that! "
I want no more" You want me to pass the vacuum cleaner? "While I have only room to go.
I do not want to hear about Steven Seagal
I no longer want "Oh no, another chick flick"
I want no more "what you eat tonight?"
I want no more "you thought about doing that?"
I want no more of "where are my glasses, my watch, my laptop, etc. "
I do not want to" take you all the room in the bed (yeah you all bedding and asshole)
I do not want to have to count up my time in the bathroom or the bathroom.
I do not want to have to make two different meals because that gentleman needs his barbaque
every night I do not want to piss me off to the kitchen and have no compliment
I do not want to have a reflection because it is Sunday and I'm 12 still in pajamas.
I do not want to miss a show because the gentleman does not want to see or hear anything and no I'm not allowed to leave without him.
I do not want a pretentious self-centered.
I do not want to have to justify myself because I went to bed at 4am.
I do not want to be told or heard in what I do.
I do not want to be told what is good for me (because I alone know!)
I do not want any more false pretenses.
I do not want them to stop only on appearance.
I do not want someone who does not know who I am and who does not want to know.
I do not want to have to be perfect.
I do not want to feel guilty for anything.
I do not want to question myself. 
I do not want a pot of
glue I do not want to have its business lurking everywhere
I want no more "what you do not think that! "
I want no more" You want me to pass the vacuum cleaner? "While I have only room to go.
I do not want to hear about Steven Seagal
I no longer want "Oh no, another chick flick"
I want no more "what you eat tonight?"
I want no more "you thought about doing that?"
I want no more of "where are my glasses, my watch, my laptop, etc. "
I do not want to" take you all the room in the bed (yeah you all bedding and asshole)
I do not want to have to count up my time in the bathroom or the bathroom.
I do not want to have to make two different meals because that gentleman needs his barbaque
every night I do not want to piss me off to the kitchen and have no compliment
I do not want to have a reflection because it is Sunday and I'm 12 still in pajamas.
I do not want to miss a show because the gentleman does not want to see or hear anything and no I'm not allowed to leave without him.
I do not want a pretentious self-centered.
I do not want to have to justify myself because I went to bed at 4am.
I do not want to be told or heard in what I do.
I do not want to be told what is good for me (because I alone know!)
I do not want any more false pretenses.
I do not want them to stop only on appearance.
I do not want someone who does not know who I am and who does not want to know.
I do not want to have to be perfect.
I do not want to feel guilty for anything.
I do not want to question myself.
What Color Tie To Wear With Grey Suit
standard
How is it that today, while we are in a new modern era, people are unable to conceive of life otherwise?
We find that couples do the same again. In 2001 the divorce rate in France reached 45%. And those are just a divorce ...
3 / 4 of divorces are sought by women.
And the rate of fault divorce has not changed for over 25 years.
We often talk about consumer society. I hear this all the time around me "We are in a consumer society, today, something goes wrong, you throw."
I am amazed when I hear it. Love, feelings, therefore, would be that simple? It takes you throw? Is it so easy to love and love-of?
And if things were not so simple?
Honestly, we do not let us hide behind false excuses that we déculpabilisent? It's so easy to blame today's society and its mode of operation. Though in truth I really think the company is the main cause of our malaise. Not because we live in a consumer society, but more because the human being is a big lazy who do not want to think a little bit to its existence and that scared of doing something that could go to against the current world. We give
we really matter?
Have we thought at one point today, men and women worked, as the lives of two could not fit into the same model as our parents, let alone that of our grandparents?
The mores have changed, life is not the same it was 20 or 30 years. The economy and consumption pattern has changed, but our designs they are archaic.
Today we constantly make ourselves understood by various means (education, advertising, film, novel), that to be happy, you must be married, living in a house, have two cars, two jobs (well paid preferably), two kids, a dog and two cats. From every winter ski and summer at the beach. Family Christmas, birthday parties, wake up with friends ... And every year that passes we start the same old story.
Nor should we forget that we seek the woman to clean, meals, manage the economy and the administration of the couple, caring for children.
Yes but some men are involved in the daily tasks you ask me. And I would say that yes indeed, and fortunately, but is it the majority? It is noted that although this tends to move 94% of men confirm that it is women who do most household chores. (Cf. http://www.ipsos.fr/CanalIpsos/articles/2436.asp). In the study
Ipsos they often speak of the fact that women do not begrudge. You tell me when they agree to do so, and some even say they love it. But I would say that you should not be exaggerated and that if a woman does that is because since he was tiny instilled the concept of women housewife! And yes nothing has changed! The proof shelves of toy stores. It's appalling! Rays of girls are filled kit perfect housewife! Vacuum cleaners, brooms, microwave, ironing boards ... Not to mention the babies. On the other hand side we find boy educational games, logic, construction, etc.. In
are we educate our daughters to do chores and do not reflect our boys and have to reflect a spirit of logic and not know to clean! Yet
girls go to school as boys, they succeed even better than them (cf. http://www.marianne2.fr/Pourquoi-les-filles-sont-elles-toujours-premieres- de-la-class-and-never-chiefs-of-entreprise_a196867.html). It encourages women to become free but yet their freedom is limited by their predefined role as mother and homemaker. Because even if women work and have gained financial independence they are nevertheless of housewives who are struggling to make their shining clean indoor while Mr. plays on his computer or on his Playstation.
The woman has evolved in recent decades and yet nobody wanted to redesign the couple. Is that the old couple, the one where the woman spent her day at home while her husband was killed at the plant may still apply today?
And after I was told that it is the consumer society that makes a couple splits in two ... 
How is it that today, while we are in a new modern era, people are unable to conceive of life otherwise?
We find that couples do the same again. In 2001 the divorce rate in France reached 45%. And those are just a divorce ...
3 / 4 of divorces are sought by women.
And the rate of fault divorce has not changed for over 25 years.
We often talk about consumer society. I hear this all the time around me "We are in a consumer society, today, something goes wrong, you throw."
I am amazed when I hear it. Love, feelings, therefore, would be that simple? It takes you throw? Is it so easy to love and love-of?
And if things were not so simple?
Honestly, we do not let us hide behind false excuses that we déculpabilisent? It's so easy to blame today's society and its mode of operation. Though in truth I really think the company is the main cause of our malaise. Not because we live in a consumer society, but more because the human being is a big lazy who do not want to think a little bit to its existence and that scared of doing something that could go to against the current world. We give
we really matter?
Have we thought at one point today, men and women worked, as the lives of two could not fit into the same model as our parents, let alone that of our grandparents?
The mores have changed, life is not the same it was 20 or 30 years. The economy and consumption pattern has changed, but our designs they are archaic.
Today we constantly make ourselves understood by various means (education, advertising, film, novel), that to be happy, you must be married, living in a house, have two cars, two jobs (well paid preferably), two kids, a dog and two cats. From every winter ski and summer at the beach. Family Christmas, birthday parties, wake up with friends ... And every year that passes we start the same old story.
Nor should we forget that we seek the woman to clean, meals, manage the economy and the administration of the couple, caring for children.
Yes but some men are involved in the daily tasks you ask me. And I would say that yes indeed, and fortunately, but is it the majority? It is noted that although this tends to move 94% of men confirm that it is women who do most household chores. (Cf. http://www.ipsos.fr/CanalIpsos/articles/2436.asp). In the study
Ipsos they often speak of the fact that women do not begrudge. You tell me when they agree to do so, and some even say they love it. But I would say that you should not be exaggerated and that if a woman does that is because since he was tiny instilled the concept of women housewife! And yes nothing has changed! The proof shelves of toy stores. It's appalling! Rays of girls are filled kit perfect housewife! Vacuum cleaners, brooms, microwave, ironing boards ... Not to mention the babies. On the other hand side we find boy educational games, logic, construction, etc.. In
are we educate our daughters to do chores and do not reflect our boys and have to reflect a spirit of logic and not know to clean! Yet
girls go to school as boys, they succeed even better than them (cf. http://www.marianne2.fr/Pourquoi-les-filles-sont-elles-toujours-premieres- de-la-class-and-never-chiefs-of-entreprise_a196867.html). It encourages women to become free but yet their freedom is limited by their predefined role as mother and homemaker. Because even if women work and have gained financial independence they are nevertheless of housewives who are struggling to make their shining clean indoor while Mr. plays on his computer or on his Playstation.
The woman has evolved in recent decades and yet nobody wanted to redesign the couple. Is that the old couple, the one where the woman spent her day at home while her husband was killed at the plant may still apply today?
And after I was told that it is the consumer society that makes a couple splits in two ...
Friday, November 19, 2010
Ontario License Plate Colourd
Freedom Lover
Freedom as Freedom longed dreamed
Today I found you Forever I'll keep.
What people would think me to forget? What
then they would be silly! Female
free I am still full and
Male I'd never accomplished.
There is nothing that can make me leave you
O thou, my dear freedom. © 2010 Priscilla
Freedom as Freedom longed dreamed
Today I found you Forever I'll keep.
What people would think me to forget? What
then they would be silly! Female
free I am still full and
Male I'd never accomplished.
There is nothing that can make me leave you
O thou, my dear freedom. © 2010 Priscilla
How Do I Get A Shiny Pokemon In Heart Gold?
Your look is upsetting
Your arms are secure.
Your lips are as soft as your hands
pleasure. Your presence soothes me
and bled away my fears.
My whole body ignites in your kisses.
Your contact is a source of tranquility.
Your smell is a source of healing.
Your whole being makes me upset
All your actions are shocking. © 2010 Priscilla
Benefit Of Osk Japanese Green Tea
What about ...
Sometimes we do not know what to say.
Especially when we meet someone for the first time, you feel silly. We would like to talk but it does not come. Why? Lack of confidence? Lack of interest in the game or simply fear of being judged on the other?
Maybe a little of everything too ... Although
. I would say that most of the time, if it's a romantic encounter and the person we love, we fear the trial. We are in this phase of seduction and therefore we are afraid of being frowned upon by the other.
Again and again the ruling ...
Why can not we be ourselves and we laugh at the judgments of others? I know damn nothing. At least for the others ... because for me I know why I was so. Ah yes I hear you say? And I would say yes. But why was I so? Simply lack of confidence in myself and recovery. Let me explain.
Take a child, whatever. Raise it into believing it is an object embarrassing, it is useless, it's just a thing we can possess and iron from hand to hand. Do not forget to make him understand well that it is nothing and get nowhere. Take care to compare it to others by pressing on the fact that it is different from others that his life is not normal, it will not succeed as a normal child and that compared to others it is below . Oh and if a girl do not forget to make him every way that men are bastards and idiots who only seek to appease women.
Well, you get a shy teenager who is trying every means to expand and become someone. Bad luck it encounters a type manipulator and the possible con to infinity. It fooled a few years and wakes up one day and say "it's more I continue to be possible as well and I kill myself or I take my life back. "And here is the upheaval.
It sends piss the guy breaks off and says" the pressure cooker should I go, there is going see you're a human being full and that you are worth more than all these morons ".
result blooming woman, in full physical and intellectual renaissance.
Consequence: making self-confidence.
Yes it must have confidence, trust our moral standards. We are the only ones capable of knowing what is good for us. We are the only ones who know who we are and what we want. We are the only ones who know that we are in agreement with our moral standards (although it should be and if we're not, they must review and agree with yourself).
Then you have to say that if people do not like us for what we are, they are not worth the trouble that their interest relates. Us is that they do not match.
is up to us to decide who should be part of our surroundings and that we can love our fair value. And not vice versa. This makes no sense to try to coax people adapting to their endpoints, because after a while we move away from our ego (or thinking being, or inner self). And there is the fall, we become bitter, you're scared of the world, you feel excluded, inadequate. And the more we feel this feeling of inadequacy, the more we become because we do not want people to come to us and find out. On the other hand we want how we let ourselves discover when we lost? If we do not already know who we really are, how can we let the other know us? 
Sometimes we do not know what to say.
Especially when we meet someone for the first time, you feel silly. We would like to talk but it does not come. Why? Lack of confidence? Lack of interest in the game or simply fear of being judged on the other?
Maybe a little of everything too ... Although
. I would say that most of the time, if it's a romantic encounter and the person we love, we fear the trial. We are in this phase of seduction and therefore we are afraid of being frowned upon by the other.
Again and again the ruling ...
Why can not we be ourselves and we laugh at the judgments of others? I know damn nothing. At least for the others ... because for me I know why I was so. Ah yes I hear you say? And I would say yes. But why was I so? Simply lack of confidence in myself and recovery. Let me explain.
Take a child, whatever. Raise it into believing it is an object embarrassing, it is useless, it's just a thing we can possess and iron from hand to hand. Do not forget to make him understand well that it is nothing and get nowhere. Take care to compare it to others by pressing on the fact that it is different from others that his life is not normal, it will not succeed as a normal child and that compared to others it is below . Oh and if a girl do not forget to make him every way that men are bastards and idiots who only seek to appease women.
Well, you get a shy teenager who is trying every means to expand and become someone. Bad luck it encounters a type manipulator and the possible con to infinity. It fooled a few years and wakes up one day and say "it's more I continue to be possible as well and I kill myself or I take my life back. "And here is the upheaval.
It sends piss the guy breaks off and says" the pressure cooker should I go, there is going see you're a human being full and that you are worth more than all these morons ".
result blooming woman, in full physical and intellectual renaissance.
Consequence: making self-confidence.
Yes it must have confidence, trust our moral standards. We are the only ones capable of knowing what is good for us. We are the only ones who know who we are and what we want. We are the only ones who know that we are in agreement with our moral standards (although it should be and if we're not, they must review and agree with yourself).
Then you have to say that if people do not like us for what we are, they are not worth the trouble that their interest relates. Us is that they do not match.
is up to us to decide who should be part of our surroundings and that we can love our fair value. And not vice versa. This makes no sense to try to coax people adapting to their endpoints, because after a while we move away from our ego (or thinking being, or inner self). And there is the fall, we become bitter, you're scared of the world, you feel excluded, inadequate. And the more we feel this feeling of inadequacy, the more we become because we do not want people to come to us and find out. On the other hand we want how we let ourselves discover when we lost? If we do not already know who we really are, how can we let the other know us?
Monday, July 5, 2010
Brazilian Wax For Black Women
When a relationship was not what we thought ... Surprisingly
Some relationships we are KO for weeks, months or even years. Some relationships last a lifetime, others not. Some relationships are strong and intense, more passionate, the other calm. Some relationships are just smoke and mirrors that are destroying us slowly. When someone loves
must also be loved in return. But sometimes the return does not happen or more. Some people can not live without being loved but not love.
Initially everything is beautiful and magnificent. This is called the phase of seduction. It makes us believe he is the prince as expected, he will always meet our expectations, it will always be there for us and we love life. Beautiful illusions!
And yet, we believe as hard as iron, we attach to this image of perfect man. We believe and we want to believe it. But gradually the mask falls and there is the fall.
Too blue flower, it is challenging to say the problem is obvious. We thought we rethink our way of being, you make concessions and accept certain lifestyles that we do not match. All this in order to continue to be loved. And yet love still does not come. While we continue to change. We go slowly into a mold that does not match, we try to be perfect until the day you realize that there is a real problem, a problem major. But we still believe and we can always fix things. We tell ourselves that this is a bad time, the couple returns to the routine. So we try to give new impetus to our relationship. We buy sexy outfits, it innovates on intimate terms, but nothing helped. The spouse is not even exhilarated by our outfits, so there you take a slap sacred and we realize that no, he will never love us and it does no good to go on, because we will be unhappy the rest of life. Yet he swears he loves us we are still the love of his life, but it no longer believes, because the facts are there: love is shown by conduct not in love with gifts and words.
So we put everything in motion to stop this stupid ride us rotten life and we slowly sank into depression.
And here we see a few days after we were right since our former has already replaced by another. It's hard ... very hard to say that many years have not counted, but on the other hand it reinforces our decision that we made.
That said, we need then we rebuild. Because after such an ordeal it seems not to know what love is. When someone has given everything to be loved while thinking it was just smoke and mirrors, how to know what love is and how to love? When someone gives himself totally thinking it is, it corresponds to what is expected of a partner, and when one realizes that all this was only an illusion, we feels lost, destroyed. It seems that the love we gave was nothing, it did not help. We saw this as a failure and it seems we do not know love and we do not know what love is, true, great.
For years we believed in love illusory. So, when you realize that in reality we have never known love, it seems we will not know love. When we loved so inconsiderate when it was lost in love each other, we gave everything from the bottom of his guts, how can we imagine that we will love more intense for true love. It feels like we will not know it right, we will always be half as if one day we meet Finally, the real, true love. Give all an illusion, how to give more for real?
Certainly romantic behavior are different from one person to another. But certain emotional gestures are part of us. So when we lavish to be that we love and who loves us with a love sincere and true, we always feel that our actions ring false because they rang so true for a cause in vain.
Reconstruction and learning to love takes time, but also patience. Do not despair, because when you know love, we know for life, you just have to recover from setbacks past and learn to love again. Especially since it does not confuse the fact of loving someone for what he is and not for the love he gives us, even if in love there is a small part of selfishness. 
Some relationships we are KO for weeks, months or even years. Some relationships last a lifetime, others not. Some relationships are strong and intense, more passionate, the other calm. Some relationships are just smoke and mirrors that are destroying us slowly. When someone loves
must also be loved in return. But sometimes the return does not happen or more. Some people can not live without being loved but not love.
Initially everything is beautiful and magnificent. This is called the phase of seduction. It makes us believe he is the prince as expected, he will always meet our expectations, it will always be there for us and we love life. Beautiful illusions!
And yet, we believe as hard as iron, we attach to this image of perfect man. We believe and we want to believe it. But gradually the mask falls and there is the fall.
Too blue flower, it is challenging to say the problem is obvious. We thought we rethink our way of being, you make concessions and accept certain lifestyles that we do not match. All this in order to continue to be loved. And yet love still does not come. While we continue to change. We go slowly into a mold that does not match, we try to be perfect until the day you realize that there is a real problem, a problem major. But we still believe and we can always fix things. We tell ourselves that this is a bad time, the couple returns to the routine. So we try to give new impetus to our relationship. We buy sexy outfits, it innovates on intimate terms, but nothing helped. The spouse is not even exhilarated by our outfits, so there you take a slap sacred and we realize that no, he will never love us and it does no good to go on, because we will be unhappy the rest of life. Yet he swears he loves us we are still the love of his life, but it no longer believes, because the facts are there: love is shown by conduct not in love with gifts and words.
So we put everything in motion to stop this stupid ride us rotten life and we slowly sank into depression.
And here we see a few days after we were right since our former has already replaced by another. It's hard ... very hard to say that many years have not counted, but on the other hand it reinforces our decision that we made.
That said, we need then we rebuild. Because after such an ordeal it seems not to know what love is. When someone has given everything to be loved while thinking it was just smoke and mirrors, how to know what love is and how to love? When someone gives himself totally thinking it is, it corresponds to what is expected of a partner, and when one realizes that all this was only an illusion, we feels lost, destroyed. It seems that the love we gave was nothing, it did not help. We saw this as a failure and it seems we do not know love and we do not know what love is, true, great.
For years we believed in love illusory. So, when you realize that in reality we have never known love, it seems we will not know love. When we loved so inconsiderate when it was lost in love each other, we gave everything from the bottom of his guts, how can we imagine that we will love more intense for true love. It feels like we will not know it right, we will always be half as if one day we meet Finally, the real, true love. Give all an illusion, how to give more for real?
Certainly romantic behavior are different from one person to another. But certain emotional gestures are part of us. So when we lavish to be that we love and who loves us with a love sincere and true, we always feel that our actions ring false because they rang so true for a cause in vain.
Reconstruction and learning to love takes time, but also patience. Do not despair, because when you know love, we know for life, you just have to recover from setbacks past and learn to love again. Especially since it does not confuse the fact of loving someone for what he is and not for the love he gives us, even if in love there is a small part of selfishness.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Funny Quotes About Hunters
...
People amaze me from day jour.Ils are capable of the best and the worst.
Their moods are disturbing. As to trust and be reassuring when one comes face to be that one day everything will be nice, welcoming and loving and the next is at its worst aspect?
Adaptation is in my opinion a great quality, but a lot of energy and self control. It is not always easy to remain calm in the face of daily mood swings.
Especially since these changes in me I love you either, destabilize us and make us doubt the affection brings us another.
This applies in love as in friendship. Friends critics, saw here a thought set following a friendly feeling. What I say is valid for any relationship, whether professional, friendly or romantic.
From the moment we interact with other human beings, relationships are created, feelings are formed and there is a whole mechanism gets under way. We wonder often about how the other sees us. And when we find ourselves faced with a person who can show one day and charming and endearing the next looks at you with his dark eyes closed and face, one wonders what the person thinks. Does playing a game? She loves me or hates me she? What has she done now disrespect me by his way of speaking, whereas yesterday we laughed together?
Here are many issues that raise a lot of people around us.
Humans are often whimsical, sometimes quick-tempered. For some this is their character, we must learn to cope with this demand and declining tolerance.
But what about when it comes to more subtle behavioral changes, which often expose a deep unease or fear? 
People amaze me from day jour.Ils are capable of the best and the worst.
Their moods are disturbing. As to trust and be reassuring when one comes face to be that one day everything will be nice, welcoming and loving and the next is at its worst aspect?
Adaptation is in my opinion a great quality, but a lot of energy and self control. It is not always easy to remain calm in the face of daily mood swings.
Especially since these changes in me I love you either, destabilize us and make us doubt the affection brings us another.
This applies in love as in friendship. Friends critics, saw here a thought set following a friendly feeling. What I say is valid for any relationship, whether professional, friendly or romantic.
From the moment we interact with other human beings, relationships are created, feelings are formed and there is a whole mechanism gets under way. We wonder often about how the other sees us. And when we find ourselves faced with a person who can show one day and charming and endearing the next looks at you with his dark eyes closed and face, one wonders what the person thinks. Does playing a game? She loves me or hates me she? What has she done now disrespect me by his way of speaking, whereas yesterday we laughed together?
Here are many issues that raise a lot of people around us.
Humans are often whimsical, sometimes quick-tempered. For some this is their character, we must learn to cope with this demand and declining tolerance.
But what about when it comes to more subtle behavioral changes, which often expose a deep unease or fear?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Costco Sheet Cake Images
The Black Cat (1) Explanations
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Paris 1881 "Rudolph, news you must finish the landscape of the Stations of the Cross before the end of the week, or Matilda does not buy it.
-Rene, I have enough to paint Chris as his cross on his cross and then ... ... I want to change to something more fun.
And what then?
-I have my idea in mind. I want to open a bar, where artists will make their art. A bar-style Louis XIII, while gold and red. A bar in which one drinks the hypocras in cups of gold ... "
Rodolphe had taken his friend's shoulders, he looked to the sky, painting from his hand, an imaginary setting. His eyes shone with a new fire. His decision was taken, it would open the bar!
~ Montmartre, in October 1881 at 8 ~
Boulevard Rochechouart, in a small two-room, stood by Rodolphe Salis contractor, among a few friends who came to help him re-enter this stuff in a sorry state . The floor was
planed, décrassées windows, woodwork re-waxed to restore donning ... All this shack a semblance of style.
boss this future cabaret carefully watched his little personal nest. He already imagined place where the various objects he had unearthed from here and there and jealously guarded in the second part already cleared and repaired.
Every evening he spent hours polishing and ogle his findings. He fondled, pampers them as if they were going to make this site a mecca of bohemian life in Paris.
¤¤¤~~~
Su emerged slowly from its slumber of death. She opened one eye and seen that she was alone in the apartment. His paintings in wild colors, watching him with kindness, while at his side, Xu had left no trace of his vampiric night.
The night was then dropped from nearly an hour, she felt tired ... She had just made its eighty one year and not a wrinkle adorn her beautiful Asian face. She still had his physical thirties. Her skin opal contrasted with ivory satin sheets that covered her naked body. Her long black hair scattered on the sheets, decorating his face with a dark halo.
eyes open, she turned, her arms around the pillow and thought that it was okay to eat today.
* A girl? A young virgin? An old fellow alcoholic? A mediocre artist and lonely? What a choice ... That's what living in Montmartre ... *
While reflecting on the menu, she felt the smell of fear into the room, accompanied by the presence of its benefactor Sir.
"Su, my dear, good breakfast is served! C'mon regale you my cat. It is fresh and has never served. "
Xu held by the arm an unhappy frightened youngster. Her cheeks were streaming with tears, she hiccuping asking mercy and compassion.
The Chinese turned in bed, smiling at his love that brought him a dish of emergency.
"Ooohhh, breakfast in bed! This is the good life! "
Cainite The weariness disappeared, giving way to excitement.
She grabbed the other arm of the unfortunate pulling violently at her. She pressed against his chest barely concealed by the fabric valuable, inhaling its delicate scent of fear and innocence, stroking her hair. She murmured in a voice of honey a lullaby her mother sang old. Then, slowly, she withdrew her neck, and at the end of the song, she planted her fangs into the neck of the tender girl.
"Good kitty, gonna drink, you regalia. Today, you'll spend most of the night under your animal form. You have to tame this power, I will follow you from afar, while delighting me two or three humans. I have not eaten enough. "
Xu had approached his protegee and he watched a eye protector. As for the Chinese, she soothed her thirst for the jugular of the unhappy man whose muscles are relaxed gradually, as life left his body.
¤¤¤~
"Rudolph, the work is almost completed! Within a me you'll be able to open your inn! Do you realize?
Yes ... "
Salis was quite excited at the idea, and for once words failed him.
"But is what you've got a name?
"Not yet, I'm undecided ... I hesitate between the two. But do not worry not Rene, my school will have a name worthy of him! "
The friends of the former manufacturer of devotional objects were gone for a while, leaving the room almost completed and shiny wax and paint.
As usual, Rudolph walked into the cavern of Ali Baba. He opened the door and hung his oil lamp on a nail.
He advanced more in the little room where something passed between her legs. He turned around, turned on itself wondered what it was.
Then, a few knickknacks fell into a crash. Salis rushed to his treasures, swearing, blaspheming when black cat out from under a red sofa.
It was going out to blow up the backside when his eyes met those of the feline. His heart was marshmallow, and a wave of tenderness filled his body and mind. His passions left him angry and a little honeyed voice, he leaned in to catch his chubby hands the ball of hair that began to purr.
¤¤¤~
cheerfully frisked a black cat in the dark streets of Montmartre. Behind him walked with a lighter fluid and a Chinese man of about thirty years, Finally, appearance.
That did half a century that Su had become a daughter of Cain, and she had not tamed its power of transformation. She came to better control the past year, but he must train regularly under the watchful eye of his sire.
It was hard not to get carried away by his animal instincts, like tonight.
While she trotted briskly along the sidewalk of the Boulevard Rochechouart, a large rat came under his nose Cat, enticing all your senses. Unable to resist such a fun attraction, Su began to pursue him. It while the accursed vermin crept into a building number eight of the said boulevard.
Blackout everything else, the Chinese cat rushed to the continuation of the rodent, penetrating turn in the building. She could easily jump on him and tear him to pieces, but she wanted to prolong the pleasure and a little exercise did him good. Thus
chase him into a two-room that smelled of paint and wax. Through the first room with great strides, the cat of the night slipped between two short legs, entering a second room where there was a jumble of a worthy flea market.
After falling a few trinkets, cat vampire manages to catch the big rat and broke his neck with a simple swipe.
* * Oops
But the man with short legs swore under his breath trying the author of the sacrilege. What was that creature who had dared to penetrate his sanctuary and break a vase in the style of Louis XIII that he had taken months to find?
"I want you dirty ... Oh, the pretty black cat ... come over my pussy. "
RRRrrrOOOooooNNNnnnnRRrrrOOOooooNNNnnnn
Su used his hypnotic power related to his vampiric nature to charm the big beard. Add that to the healing power of purring cat and you get a guy in marshmallow.
¤¤¤~
Montmartre ~ November 1881 ~
"Well you have pasted posters in all the mound.
Yes Rudolph! Cease a little angst around like that! The Black Cat will open its doors this evening without any problem and Montmartre will be there!
-Hum ... I hope ... I hope ...
-Say, you've seen the famous black cat?
No, not since a week ...
-Rooh he is caught or will be eaten a rat poison there.
-His death will not make that more famous! "
¤¤¤~
" Xu, love, am I pretty? This evening opened up the Black Cat and I want to be shining! I'm still a star!
Yes my cat, you're beautiful. Célestine with nimble fingers! "The servant
thanked them before disappearing quietly into the maid's room she occupied over the apartment / studio of Chinese.
In exchange for their protection, she cleaned, painted Su and make-up, served as his model sometimes. It was a poor boy mute, at least, she never spoke or very rarely, but only speak in monosyllables. She knew their nature and yet it remained their faithful. It must be said, he had gathered very young when she played the violin in the streets of Paris, she would have only ten years. They never do brusquèrent nor tasted his blood, on the contrary, they protected it, the housed and fed her. Why? Simply because she had a gift of art. She charmed the Cainite with her violin she tingled to perfection.
¤¤¤~
Su and Xu arrived at the door of the Black Cat and were greeted by a colorful Swiss Guards. He opened the door, letting out a hubbub immeasurable. The main room of the inn was full and the bottom man déblatérait a text that was writhing with laughter the audience soaked in alcohol.
Rodolphe Salis, dressed in a black tailcoat and a top hat, turned on the Asian couple, a grin splitting his black beard.
"When I said that we would come from afar to celebrate the opening my school! Look at the Emperor and Empress of China are coming in person celebrate with us! Make their space! "
Su laughed and walked to the table that offered them the keeper. They brought two iron drums with wine. The Chinese drank a sip and grimaced. It was far from hypocras in the golden ... The wine is already poor, had a terrible taste of iron. But fortunately, the son of years, the container and content evolved to make way for the absinthe, and hypocras delicious served in glasses.
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Montmartre June 10, 1885 ~ ~
That was four years since the Black Cat had opened its doors to eight Boulevard Rochechouart, four years since his sire and Su went every evening to listen to phonies claim their text, which used to laugh and other artists of cabaret.
But today, Rodolphe Salis waited his whole world, to range from the Black Cat. Two pieces of seedy cabaret would move to a larger facility, the twelve Rue de Laval, and this change would be done with great ceremony. Any Montmartre was held to accompany their King in his new home. Those
-accompanying not the band, and heard them from afar. Fanfare, noise saucepan, drunken singing and watering already the new facility, the caravan of the Black Cat could not pass unnoticed.
The two beings of darkness took advantage of the gathering to feast on a few drunk people. But they could not stay long because the sun rises early in June ... Still, the party ended at dawn, leaving behind many dead and glass body asleep drunk in the street.
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Montmartre ~ 1895 ~
Already ten years since the Black cat had moved from eight Boulevard Rochechouart to go to the Rue de Laval and twelve to sixty eight Boulevard de Clichy. Fourteen years since the Chinese couple went there almost every night.
That night, Su was wearing a dress of French cancan dancer in black and red, Celestine had made a sophisticated hairstyle that left back a few bits here and there. Xu He wore a black suit and red shirt. A top hat and a cane accreditation completed her outfit.
On the path that led to sixty eight Boulevard de Clichy, the two dined Cainites. Some girls joy to Xu, a young madcap already soaked wormwood for Su. Murder and death for excess absinthe were common in some disreputable district of Paris and the mound, so the beings of darkness could quench their thirst without having to worry how.
is sated that our two lovebirds arrived in the king's cabaret in Montmartre.
The Swiss Guard all wearing gold, welcomed them with a big smile. He gave them a large bow while opening the door. Scarcely had they entered the room that Rodolphe Salis turned and, opening wide his arms he said:
" The Emperor and Empress Xu Su! Welcome noble clients from the east! That gives them the absinthe! "
Su smiled and went to kiss the cheek of gay bearded fellow. As every night, the two vampires sat at their usual table near the piano. Alphonse Allais proclaimed while his few lines:
"When you see a cat's paw lightly
Wash his nose rose, smoothing his hair so fine,
Fraternally embraces this feline.
Moral: If
cleans, then your brother. "
The night was well advanced when Xu began to watch the meeting with more attention. His eyes were crinkled leaves room for two slots. Then he communicated by thought his princess.
* We are not only one of us is there. I feel it but do not know ... there are too many people, but it's there, it is older than you, do you perceive? *
Su turned looking into the room. She had trouble feeling his fellows when there were so many people. But she trusted her sire. If he said that another Cainite was present was that there was one. But is she too, she had felt? If so would it be friend or foe? 
~ ~
Paris 1881 "Rudolph, news you must finish the landscape of the Stations of the Cross before the end of the week, or Matilda does not buy it.
-Rene, I have enough to paint Chris as his cross on his cross and then ... ... I want to change to something more fun.
And what then?
-I have my idea in mind. I want to open a bar, where artists will make their art. A bar-style Louis XIII, while gold and red. A bar in which one drinks the hypocras in cups of gold ... "
Rodolphe had taken his friend's shoulders, he looked to the sky, painting from his hand, an imaginary setting. His eyes shone with a new fire. His decision was taken, it would open the bar!
~ Montmartre, in October 1881 at 8 ~
Boulevard Rochechouart, in a small two-room, stood by Rodolphe Salis contractor, among a few friends who came to help him re-enter this stuff in a sorry state . The floor was
planed, décrassées windows, woodwork re-waxed to restore donning ... All this shack a semblance of style.
boss this future cabaret carefully watched his little personal nest. He already imagined place where the various objects he had unearthed from here and there and jealously guarded in the second part already cleared and repaired.
Every evening he spent hours polishing and ogle his findings. He fondled, pampers them as if they were going to make this site a mecca of bohemian life in Paris.
Su emerged slowly from its slumber of death. She opened one eye and seen that she was alone in the apartment. His paintings in wild colors, watching him with kindness, while at his side, Xu had left no trace of his vampiric night.
The night was then dropped from nearly an hour, she felt tired ... She had just made its eighty one year and not a wrinkle adorn her beautiful Asian face. She still had his physical thirties. Her skin opal contrasted with ivory satin sheets that covered her naked body. Her long black hair scattered on the sheets, decorating his face with a dark halo.
eyes open, she turned, her arms around the pillow and thought that it was okay to eat today.
* A girl? A young virgin? An old fellow alcoholic? A mediocre artist and lonely? What a choice ... That's what living in Montmartre ... *
While reflecting on the menu, she felt the smell of fear into the room, accompanied by the presence of its benefactor Sir.
"Su, my dear, good breakfast is served! C'mon regale you my cat. It is fresh and has never served. "
Xu held by the arm an unhappy frightened youngster. Her cheeks were streaming with tears, she hiccuping asking mercy and compassion.
The Chinese turned in bed, smiling at his love that brought him a dish of emergency.
"Ooohhh, breakfast in bed! This is the good life! "
Cainite The weariness disappeared, giving way to excitement.
She grabbed the other arm of the unfortunate pulling violently at her. She pressed against his chest barely concealed by the fabric valuable, inhaling its delicate scent of fear and innocence, stroking her hair. She murmured in a voice of honey a lullaby her mother sang old. Then, slowly, she withdrew her neck, and at the end of the song, she planted her fangs into the neck of the tender girl.
"Good kitty, gonna drink, you regalia. Today, you'll spend most of the night under your animal form. You have to tame this power, I will follow you from afar, while delighting me two or three humans. I have not eaten enough. "
Xu had approached his protegee and he watched a eye protector. As for the Chinese, she soothed her thirst for the jugular of the unhappy man whose muscles are relaxed gradually, as life left his body.
"Rudolph, the work is almost completed! Within a me you'll be able to open your inn! Do you realize?
Yes ... "
Salis was quite excited at the idea, and for once words failed him.
"But is what you've got a name?
"Not yet, I'm undecided ... I hesitate between the two. But do not worry not Rene, my school will have a name worthy of him! "
The friends of the former manufacturer of devotional objects were gone for a while, leaving the room almost completed and shiny wax and paint.
As usual, Rudolph walked into the cavern of Ali Baba. He opened the door and hung his oil lamp on a nail.
He advanced more in the little room where something passed between her legs. He turned around, turned on itself wondered what it was.
Then, a few knickknacks fell into a crash. Salis rushed to his treasures, swearing, blaspheming when black cat out from under a red sofa.
It was going out to blow up the backside when his eyes met those of the feline. His heart was marshmallow, and a wave of tenderness filled his body and mind. His passions left him angry and a little honeyed voice, he leaned in to catch his chubby hands the ball of hair that began to purr.
cheerfully frisked a black cat in the dark streets of Montmartre. Behind him walked with a lighter fluid and a Chinese man of about thirty years, Finally, appearance.
That did half a century that Su had become a daughter of Cain, and she had not tamed its power of transformation. She came to better control the past year, but he must train regularly under the watchful eye of his sire.
It was hard not to get carried away by his animal instincts, like tonight.
While she trotted briskly along the sidewalk of the Boulevard Rochechouart, a large rat came under his nose Cat, enticing all your senses. Unable to resist such a fun attraction, Su began to pursue him. It while the accursed vermin crept into a building number eight of the said boulevard.
Blackout everything else, the Chinese cat rushed to the continuation of the rodent, penetrating turn in the building. She could easily jump on him and tear him to pieces, but she wanted to prolong the pleasure and a little exercise did him good. Thus
chase him into a two-room that smelled of paint and wax. Through the first room with great strides, the cat of the night slipped between two short legs, entering a second room where there was a jumble of a worthy flea market.
After falling a few trinkets, cat vampire manages to catch the big rat and broke his neck with a simple swipe.
* * Oops
But the man with short legs swore under his breath trying the author of the sacrilege. What was that creature who had dared to penetrate his sanctuary and break a vase in the style of Louis XIII that he had taken months to find?
"I want you dirty ... Oh, the pretty black cat ... come over my pussy. "
RRRrrrOOOooooNNNnnnnRRrrrOOOooooNNNnnnn
Su used his hypnotic power related to his vampiric nature to charm the big beard. Add that to the healing power of purring cat and you get a guy in marshmallow.
Montmartre ~ November 1881 ~
"Well you have pasted posters in all the mound.
Yes Rudolph! Cease a little angst around like that! The Black Cat will open its doors this evening without any problem and Montmartre will be there!
-Hum ... I hope ... I hope ...
-Say, you've seen the famous black cat?
No, not since a week ...
-Rooh he is caught or will be eaten a rat poison there.
-His death will not make that more famous! "
" Xu, love, am I pretty? This evening opened up the Black Cat and I want to be shining! I'm still a star!
Yes my cat, you're beautiful. Célestine with nimble fingers! "The servant
thanked them before disappearing quietly into the maid's room she occupied over the apartment / studio of Chinese.
In exchange for their protection, she cleaned, painted Su and make-up, served as his model sometimes. It was a poor boy mute, at least, she never spoke or very rarely, but only speak in monosyllables. She knew their nature and yet it remained their faithful. It must be said, he had gathered very young when she played the violin in the streets of Paris, she would have only ten years. They never do brusquèrent nor tasted his blood, on the contrary, they protected it, the housed and fed her. Why? Simply because she had a gift of art. She charmed the Cainite with her violin she tingled to perfection.
Su and Xu arrived at the door of the Black Cat and were greeted by a colorful Swiss Guards. He opened the door, letting out a hubbub immeasurable. The main room of the inn was full and the bottom man déblatérait a text that was writhing with laughter the audience soaked in alcohol.
Rodolphe Salis, dressed in a black tailcoat and a top hat, turned on the Asian couple, a grin splitting his black beard.
"When I said that we would come from afar to celebrate the opening my school! Look at the Emperor and Empress of China are coming in person celebrate with us! Make their space! "
Su laughed and walked to the table that offered them the keeper. They brought two iron drums with wine. The Chinese drank a sip and grimaced. It was far from hypocras in the golden ... The wine is already poor, had a terrible taste of iron. But fortunately, the son of years, the container and content evolved to make way for the absinthe, and hypocras delicious served in glasses.
Montmartre June 10, 1885 ~ ~
That was four years since the Black Cat had opened its doors to eight Boulevard Rochechouart, four years since his sire and Su went every evening to listen to phonies claim their text, which used to laugh and other artists of cabaret.
But today, Rodolphe Salis waited his whole world, to range from the Black Cat. Two pieces of seedy cabaret would move to a larger facility, the twelve Rue de Laval, and this change would be done with great ceremony. Any Montmartre was held to accompany their King in his new home. Those
-accompanying not the band, and heard them from afar. Fanfare, noise saucepan, drunken singing and watering already the new facility, the caravan of the Black Cat could not pass unnoticed.
The two beings of darkness took advantage of the gathering to feast on a few drunk people. But they could not stay long because the sun rises early in June ... Still, the party ended at dawn, leaving behind many dead and glass body asleep drunk in the street.
Montmartre ~ 1895 ~
Already ten years since the Black cat had moved from eight Boulevard Rochechouart to go to the Rue de Laval and twelve to sixty eight Boulevard de Clichy. Fourteen years since the Chinese couple went there almost every night.
That night, Su was wearing a dress of French cancan dancer in black and red, Celestine had made a sophisticated hairstyle that left back a few bits here and there. Xu He wore a black suit and red shirt. A top hat and a cane accreditation completed her outfit.
On the path that led to sixty eight Boulevard de Clichy, the two dined Cainites. Some girls joy to Xu, a young madcap already soaked wormwood for Su. Murder and death for excess absinthe were common in some disreputable district of Paris and the mound, so the beings of darkness could quench their thirst without having to worry how.
is sated that our two lovebirds arrived in the king's cabaret in Montmartre.
The Swiss Guard all wearing gold, welcomed them with a big smile. He gave them a large bow while opening the door. Scarcely had they entered the room that Rodolphe Salis turned and, opening wide his arms he said:
" The Emperor and Empress Xu Su! Welcome noble clients from the east! That gives them the absinthe! "
Su smiled and went to kiss the cheek of gay bearded fellow. As every night, the two vampires sat at their usual table near the piano. Alphonse Allais proclaimed while his few lines:
"When you see a cat's paw lightly
Wash his nose rose, smoothing his hair so fine,
Fraternally embraces this feline.
Moral: If
cleans, then your brother. "
The night was well advanced when Xu began to watch the meeting with more attention. His eyes were crinkled leaves room for two slots. Then he communicated by thought his princess.
* We are not only one of us is there. I feel it but do not know ... there are too many people, but it's there, it is older than you, do you perceive? *
Su turned looking into the room. She had trouble feeling his fellows when there were so many people. But she trusted her sire. If he said that another Cainite was present was that there was one. But is she too, she had felt? If so would it be friend or foe?
I Dream Of Tiffany Towers
Making the RPG (role-playing game) * for almost three years I have preferred a text that I wrote in a forum that talks about Vampire RPG. This topic can not be unsuccessful because, due to time constraints I had to drop a few characters, including Liu Su, the vampire that had created the very beginning ago two years. But what really pleased me about the RP and I wrote for the opening, is dear to my heart.
He then came to me an idea. Why not create a story that would meet my three favorite characters of the site. Or two human (Aela Uther Amyloverly and two women with strong characters and these characters will be slightly redesigned for the story) and Cainite Liu Su.
Unless I create short stories by my three characters evolve independently. Maybe they will come to meet.
To be honest, I have much in mind, too many ideas in fact and not enough time ... I see day after day and desires ...
* RPG for more explanation http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeu_de_r% C3% B4le_sur_forum
Friday, May 7, 2010
How To Find The Libretto
Thought for the evening, despair
My heart mourns for his bitter. All this deception for so many years ... All this self-giving that has served to deceive me. My soul scarred by this trick represses his anger at the bottom of my beating. He gets carried away by emotion and retrospection of these years lost a love to believe in an illusion. Why have committed body and soul into a relationship that has been smoke and mirrors?
I feel so violated ... Nothing happens to quench my thirst for love. I get the impression that nobody can love me the way I want, either one I am. Yes I am an eternal romantic, I want to believe that one day be an exceptional qualities will love me. But the more I think the more I tell myself that this being can not exist. I ask too much kindness and selflessness, not judge each other, tolerance ... I am demanding, but I ask only a pale reflection of myself, am I selfish? Yes a little, but what I want is someone who has the same values as mine and wiser than me. Utopia ...
So falsity, deception ... I can not believe today that people can be good. They feel good they show us their kindness but often it is false, simply attempt to cajole, Pure and simple manipulation to get for less laudable. A small dose can believe it, but for life ... That seems impossible. And when you open your eyes, you see the darkness of human nature and what surrounds us.
Tears rolling down my cheeks are not only due to my despair in love, but also the company that starts to spin. The world is dark and gloomy. Yes I try to not see that clarity and light that the Earth offers us, hiding the darkness of the human soul, yet, my reason and my conscience can not put aside long ago.
Where are we going? I
the impression that all is illusion, that everything around me sounds wrong. Yet for some time around me this shows how nice and pleasant. But is it out of compassion or mercy? I can not say.
I am a humanist at heart, yet the further I go the more I realize that man is vile. Of course there are some exceptions, but would I recognize them if I cross? I'm willing to believe in the goodness of human beings, after a moment of doubt came over me.
Yet I believe in my friends, my family.
I think the people I meet who bring me their inner wealth. But doubt persists. And if I was wrong ... And if that person was not what it claims to be? When
lived for years in the deception how can we believe that no greater mistake? Difficult to trust, and yet I ask it, trusting and believing. Believe in man, believe in love, believe in goodness.
My heart and my soul cry but that glimmer of hope illuminates them gently through the waves of salt, I see this clearly. I look at her, taking my entire being in that light trying to get out of these sinister shadows that still want me doubting myself.
Farewell dark depths of human. Farewell
lying, deception and deceit. Farewell
vile perfidy of life.
Hello love easily. Hello
truth, sincerity and authenticity. Hello
deserved happiness. 
My heart mourns for his bitter. All this deception for so many years ... All this self-giving that has served to deceive me. My soul scarred by this trick represses his anger at the bottom of my beating. He gets carried away by emotion and retrospection of these years lost a love to believe in an illusion. Why have committed body and soul into a relationship that has been smoke and mirrors?
I feel so violated ... Nothing happens to quench my thirst for love. I get the impression that nobody can love me the way I want, either one I am. Yes I am an eternal romantic, I want to believe that one day be an exceptional qualities will love me. But the more I think the more I tell myself that this being can not exist. I ask too much kindness and selflessness, not judge each other, tolerance ... I am demanding, but I ask only a pale reflection of myself, am I selfish? Yes a little, but what I want is someone who has the same values as mine and wiser than me. Utopia ...
So falsity, deception ... I can not believe today that people can be good. They feel good they show us their kindness but often it is false, simply attempt to cajole, Pure and simple manipulation to get for less laudable. A small dose can believe it, but for life ... That seems impossible. And when you open your eyes, you see the darkness of human nature and what surrounds us.
Tears rolling down my cheeks are not only due to my despair in love, but also the company that starts to spin. The world is dark and gloomy. Yes I try to not see that clarity and light that the Earth offers us, hiding the darkness of the human soul, yet, my reason and my conscience can not put aside long ago.
Where are we going? I
the impression that all is illusion, that everything around me sounds wrong. Yet for some time around me this shows how nice and pleasant. But is it out of compassion or mercy? I can not say.
I am a humanist at heart, yet the further I go the more I realize that man is vile. Of course there are some exceptions, but would I recognize them if I cross? I'm willing to believe in the goodness of human beings, after a moment of doubt came over me.
Yet I believe in my friends, my family.
I think the people I meet who bring me their inner wealth. But doubt persists. And if I was wrong ... And if that person was not what it claims to be? When
lived for years in the deception how can we believe that no greater mistake? Difficult to trust, and yet I ask it, trusting and believing. Believe in man, believe in love, believe in goodness.
My heart and my soul cry but that glimmer of hope illuminates them gently through the waves of salt, I see this clearly. I look at her, taking my entire being in that light trying to get out of these sinister shadows that still want me doubting myself.
lying, deception and deceit. Farewell
vile perfidy of life.
Hello love easily. Hello
truth, sincerity and authenticity. Hello
deserved happiness.
Cell Respiration Ward's Lab 5
Goodbye winter, hello spring
Oh cool morning,
You wake up every morning to my soul.
Goodbye winter cold bites
infamous.
Welcome spring days,
You know who hunt with your light
The bitter blackness
As harsh winter. ©
Prisca May 2010 
Oh cool morning,
You wake up every morning to my soul.
Goodbye winter cold bites
infamous.
Welcome spring days,
You know who hunt with your light
The bitter blackness
As harsh winter. ©
Prisca May 2010
Wedding Favor Koozie Sayings
French green beans
For nearly two years, I was not working on Friday, which allowed me to do my small neighborhood market that day. So I took my small fruit and vegetable merchant who offers us products seasonal and regional. But now, I just go back to work full time and suddenly, over the little market on Friday.
Thus, I found myself doing my grocery shopping at the supermarket, the time to make new habits in my new neighborhood.
So here I am pushing my cart on the shelves of supermarkets, navigating through the preserves, desperately seeking a brand green beans very special. Why a particular brand? Not routinely, but simply because my cousin farmer grows green beans for this sign. Unfortunately, my boy, finally, large radius of canned was devoid of the trademark. Here I am really disappointed, but not losing the thread of my desire to green beans, I start looking for a new brand with its vegetable origin is French. But what was my surprise when I realize that all, including reference marks, we sell green beans imported from Madagascar and Cameroon!
O rage, O despair! Anger I won this ... How is it that we import such goods so that the product on site. And furthermore, how is it that it is sold at a discount price?
We know how, today wages are low and the gaps between social classes is widening. However, society encourages us to consume foreign goods, produced with little means, employing cheap labor, no rules and no standards of hygiene for the respect of the environment, or regulations regarding the use of product known to be toxic.
How is it that we allow companies to produce food in countries where the soils are not suitable? Would not it make more sense to leave these countries produce fruits and vegetables in their own climates and soils?
As we think that we impose very restrictive health standards for our farmers and that they pay more at a discount to their product after the sell ten times (see above) more expensive to consumers than we are.
Now that junk food is much written, we find it increasingly difficult to eat healthily. Between the quality products that are expensive and the fact that we are offered more and more product discounts but produced in countries whose standards are far less burdensome, or even absent, how can we eat healthy while reviving the economy of our country?
We are the pawns of globalization and a society of drug abuse and illogical.
For those wondering, I still eventually found a brand that sells vegetables grown in France and for prices, although higher than the reference marks, but still consider it reasonable ... as a small glimmer of hope ... 
For nearly two years, I was not working on Friday, which allowed me to do my small neighborhood market that day. So I took my small fruit and vegetable merchant who offers us products seasonal and regional. But now, I just go back to work full time and suddenly, over the little market on Friday.
Thus, I found myself doing my grocery shopping at the supermarket, the time to make new habits in my new neighborhood.
So here I am pushing my cart on the shelves of supermarkets, navigating through the preserves, desperately seeking a brand green beans very special. Why a particular brand? Not routinely, but simply because my cousin farmer grows green beans for this sign. Unfortunately, my boy, finally, large radius of canned was devoid of the trademark. Here I am really disappointed, but not losing the thread of my desire to green beans, I start looking for a new brand with its vegetable origin is French. But what was my surprise when I realize that all, including reference marks, we sell green beans imported from Madagascar and Cameroon!
O rage, O despair! Anger I won this ... How is it that we import such goods so that the product on site. And furthermore, how is it that it is sold at a discount price?
We know how, today wages are low and the gaps between social classes is widening. However, society encourages us to consume foreign goods, produced with little means, employing cheap labor, no rules and no standards of hygiene for the respect of the environment, or regulations regarding the use of product known to be toxic.
How is it that we allow companies to produce food in countries where the soils are not suitable? Would not it make more sense to leave these countries produce fruits and vegetables in their own climates and soils?
As we think that we impose very restrictive health standards for our farmers and that they pay more at a discount to their product after the sell ten times (see above) more expensive to consumers than we are.
Now that junk food is much written, we find it increasingly difficult to eat healthily. Between the quality products that are expensive and the fact that we are offered more and more product discounts but produced in countries whose standards are far less burdensome, or even absent, how can we eat healthy while reviving the economy of our country?
We are the pawns of globalization and a society of drug abuse and illogical.
For those wondering, I still eventually found a brand that sells vegetables grown in France and for prices, although higher than the reference marks, but still consider it reasonable ... as a small glimmer of hope ...
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Pokemon Shiny Con Soft Reset
Love always and still love
A Llona still believe in this feeling
M ven though it sometimes seems silly
O u even aberrant
U tilisons our heart and be moved
R edécouvrant welcome this happiness of the soul.
A Llona still believe in this feeling
M ven though it sometimes seems silly
O u even aberrant
U tilisons our heart and be moved
R edécouvrant welcome this happiness of the soul.
Prisca May 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Does Vicodin Cause Nightmares
A berration behavioral humans
M Enanta, sometimes, hatred
O u even the decadence of being
U-topia and illusion existential
R leading to irrational behavior.
Prisca April 2010
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