Patrick Ewing's Snakers For Sale 33

accedi bribing fear this cold and desert
intermediate Where life has nothing to do with the death
Where I am all skin and no longer exist
Where I am all light and no longer
Where am I whole-heartedly and no longer
feel Ah! how I miss your kiss my love
for threading the thread of desire
In that needle stabbing death is
To drop my bones
shining on my sentences more
To return to have a broken body
To become a sick man As strange meat
this armor
happy that about my ghost
I proudly protects the wound
But that man longs to be marked by the sword

Snowboard Party Invitation

What was for you before a mysterious and exciting future is now behind you, lived, including disappointing. You realize you're not special. Have struggled for existence, and now, silently, you slip out of it. It is the experience we all do. Each one of us. The special, do not matter. Each is each one ..... It's time you understand this. Since people no longer loves you adore ... how to die, how they move, how you lose, how to lose your beauty, your youth, how the world forget you, how to recognize the transient you are, how you start losing your particulars, one by one, how you learn that no one watching, and never there was.

- fragment of Synecdoche New York (Charlie Kaufman)

Driver Sanyo Usb Pro-700

Hacel

case of failure

your failure

ago

sunset

fail your sunset

ago

is an unsolved case

Freud

flight saucepan

The flight arrived at dawn to decks

With that deck

With back?

Si.

She

.

But not anymore.

Llano

all level and suddenly

pure mountain

very nice landscape

also the foreign country

Although she will return

No.

Then back to Spain

Or to India

But India is not back,

is

go.

say it's easy, how difficult is to

Getting to Lacan says

Can Can and Kant

You Can or You Can not

English

Speak English so you can not say in Castilian

Ahh no!

I will not get to talk about the year

better to talk about the mouth

These yagas in the mouth

In the heat in the mouth

De

pasty mouth, dry, sandy

of the mouth that evokes

That mouth touches,

From the beautiful colors of the Boca

Yellow

and Blue

Although painted red

mouth and eye

The mouth torn

The mouth spits

The mouth

down

The mouth speaks, the mouth caya

mouth hoarse, and how!

As I held in the mouth.