'For that suicide is not worth it. "
- says my mom.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Lyrics Of The Gospel Song Abundance In Christ
90.
'For that suicide is not worth it. "
- says my mom.
'For that suicide is not worth it. "
- says my mom.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Actress Upset In Viet Nam
88.
light and speed definitely constant - by the work of discipline, or monotony - ranging from a universe to another, alternately. In some instances, the light arrives faster than itself, has lost all color, it remains behind and catch up.
Welcome to a different kind of darkness. Welcome to
all 1 . Again .
(The tags of this portend nothing amazing things ...) 
light and speed definitely constant - by the work of discipline, or monotony - ranging from a universe to another, alternately. In some instances, the light arrives faster than itself, has lost all color, it remains behind and catch up.
Welcome to a different kind of darkness. Welcome to
all 1 . Again .
(The tags of this portend nothing amazing things ...)
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Welcome New Clients Letters Sample
Around your neck
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From the confines of my armchair, that as safe and comfortable chair, writing.
I open the window and see the fucking smoking hot, the steam out of cement, cars, heads with heat stroke in August to live in this city. Internally curse those who are in the perfect climate, ethereal, that jumps opportunities and does not make you sweat like sexual marathon weekend.
see my profile on Facebook and, clapping and drums, is quite pathetic. Worse, not only mine, but 90 percent, that of all. The content is no longer important and has become a means to keep the contact, the memory, posterity, to forget what we are.
I followed the trend to capture and share my life, unedited, uncensored and I am bichi, violadona, available to all who seek me prey to his perverted jokes and conjecture fouled-ha! -. 144
mami No blue. My pictures are not interesting, my recommendations do not matter to anyone imagined my fucking cows do not need another barn and my pet does not want more wigs. Do not leave anything for me. Well, nothing, because, let's see, what the fuck I care what they think? Why I want them to know that I do, at what time, because, with whom, where? Why I can not write it there? Why do I have to come pa'acá, running as a brat afraid.
The answer is simple: the scope is not the same.
I have confidence in a bunch of strangers who read these letters, but not in those of loss, I've ever seen in technicolor. Maybe that's my nature, being part and then flee.
may sound stupid, but thanks to that damn network and do not miss anything. I've noticed is, that there is and I do not want.
While these lines ended smiled stupidly. All is well, so well that maybe that's why there are no spaces where overflow as fruitful as well that is all, because people are bored to read that all is well and there is nothing else to do that, yes world, prove it via images.
to fuck your mother, I try to follow demonstrating with words and, perhaps a bit more with facts.
I open the window and see the fucking smoking hot, the steam out of cement, cars, heads with heat stroke in August to live in this city. Internally curse those who are in the perfect climate, ethereal, that jumps opportunities and does not make you sweat like sexual marathon weekend.
see my profile on Facebook and, clapping and drums, is quite pathetic. Worse, not only mine, but 90 percent, that of all. The content is no longer important and has become a means to keep the contact, the memory, posterity, to forget what we are.
I followed the trend to capture and share my life, unedited, uncensored and I am bichi, violadona, available to all who seek me prey to his perverted jokes and conjecture fouled-ha! -. 144
mami No blue. My pictures are not interesting, my recommendations do not matter to anyone imagined my fucking cows do not need another barn and my pet does not want more wigs. Do not leave anything for me. Well, nothing, because, let's see, what the fuck I care what they think? Why I want them to know that I do, at what time, because, with whom, where? Why I can not write it there? Why do I have to come pa'acá, running as a brat afraid.
The answer is simple: the scope is not the same.
I have confidence in a bunch of strangers who read these letters, but not in those of loss, I've ever seen in technicolor. Maybe that's my nature, being part and then flee.
may sound stupid, but thanks to that damn network and do not miss anything. I've noticed is, that there is and I do not want.
While these lines ended smiled stupidly. All is well, so well that maybe that's why there are no spaces where overflow as fruitful as well that is all, because people are bored to read that all is well and there is nothing else to do that, yes world, prove it via images.
to fuck your mother, I try to follow demonstrating with words and, perhaps a bit more with facts.
AUDIO
Rolling Stones, Forty Licks completito
HUMOR
Happy tears
FUN FACT I am not a trending topic
Rolling Stones, Forty Licks completito
HUMOR
Happy tears
FUN FACT I am not a trending topic
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