artist who's who
the dialogue is not always the worst way because the ghosts walk
night
and minds and sensitive souls palpitations
scream loud as the silence is almost
screaming savages and the deaf
converse noble souls are said
heard is just rumors move
nor fair to judge the different
nor is it fair to be judge and executioner part
one is innocent until evidence to the contrary
and then maybe
also behind the curtain of the bed on the other there is always something weird
something that is rare because it is alien because it is the other
privacy and other
spying through the keyhole is more perverse than what happens inside
blameless even if I choose
not throw any stone
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Java Application License Protect
hidden beasts
To the tune of beating coordinator Al Compaz caresses
Witnesses invisible presence together in silence
the birth of feelings.
Both Both
we seek, we love
And between our lips
discovered me in a way that nobody had done
fear, or perhaps disinterest.
're the only one who knows my pits, but you still have a long
....
To the tune of beating coordinator Al Compaz caresses
Witnesses invisible presence together in silence
the birth of feelings.
Both Both
we seek, we love
And between our lips
discovered me in a way that nobody had done
fear, or perhaps disinterest.
're the only one who knows my pits, but you still have a long
....
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Gropped On Bus / Train
Day today , somewhere
Mr. God:
renounce the joy of your protection.
want you to stop sending signals when choosing the caminoincorrecto.
to get out If something goes wrong, so, and that my destiny seescriba while alive.
If someone is going to cause any damage it does, and that seaél who burn in his own hell.
I wrong without getting my mistakes, and poderaprovecharlos at some uncertain future. I enjoy my vices, misperversiones, not dawn guilty pleasures of earthly life.
I will not be more perfect, the elected, is this a big tareademasiado exhausting for a man of bone and flesh.
I walk a lot, forever. Until my feet bleed, until hurts. Until the pain ceases and the formation of calluses.
I want to be one more. Know the suffering of mortals. Quesea red blood running through my veins. Be vulnerable. Cualquierpeste or die from the pain of a penalty, and finally understand that my noes real fear of death, but to live.
This is all I have to say.
You know who ...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Why Do I Have White Bumps On My Balls
"He felt something in the air, converse anything. At one point I refuge in your neck, feel your warmth, your smell, your essence, we unhesitatingly the lips of another to surrender to the hidden pleasure. You're my friend, but that day you became my accomplice, were arrested over the world, we forget what else, I looked into his eyes. Something happened, we felt both the two hearts beating as if they were one. I kissed, I kissed you. Touch upon touch, my hands were cold, you warm tapeworms. You played with my hair, as you recognize you and let you know a side of me that was hidden from the world, shyly invited me into your arms where I gave, where I felt safe, secure, are of the few who have proven my lips. In the dark kissed my neck and together we ignore the world while we both impregnábamos other. "
Friday, September 3, 2010
Cell Respiration Higher In Mammals Or Reptiles?
Mirage Love Hysteria
you knock some doors open and others not
and occasionally
is you who has to put the locks and throw away the key
the toilet
fortunately few times because it is unhygienic
go dipping into the sewers
to try to find the key emergency
you knock some doors open and others not
and occasionally
is you who has to put the locks and throw away the key
the toilet
fortunately few times because it is unhygienic
go dipping into the sewers
to try to find the key emergency
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