Friday, April 17, 2009

Skinny Big Belly Liver




I was gone, I had cleverly evaded all controls but, for my own will, are now here. Rome has not changed, never changes. I have to erase from my view and the climb over with more skill. I know not every civil rule as soon as necessary. I dug conicoli unlikely but in the end, douse the dark sewers of eternal capital, never really dome, I approached a little bit more to my eternity. Ranger, I managed to extract all the air polluted by diverting cell in the elsewhere of renunciation inspired, carefully avoiding the still breathing to avoid attracting flies and suspicion. The vacuum, in passing, I was delighted to learn in this clash. The vacuum, in passing, to attempt to dissolve in acid. As a child one day I tried to empty the sea with a bucket, then it really tasted the frustration of impotence, not least, the reality part of the infinitely small. The first crack in a wall of the azure summer. It 'vengeance that now burn to move, resentment autogenous masquerading as wit. Frothy anger on sharp rocks. Consumer staples, deform sprockets staro change. I sweat, I burn, I circumnavigated. Each tooth crown, ringed by chain links in traction is a possible day of my life, constantly in motion, stop, idle, or essential. Autoclave and sterile needles, infusion sets, transfusion. here is what is now the volatile matter all around. I keep it at bay, "Sorry, private party." I say. "I have problems with people." I think. "Eliminate fried foods." And I smile to windows that communicate with rooms of lives suspended chasms of hope. Dark lumps of blood and dead red scintilanti pockets of life. I only see my mask and eye reflexes. I close them, until the last breath I exhale deeply, then return to the world.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Bmi Chart For Women In Another Country

Happy as a clam?

First of all, Congratulations for a Happy Easter to all of you, my readers ... 25 But I know I'm too much even without the second front. Splendido. But now notice the madness, I tell you of my Easter a day like any other.
No pleasant. No exciting. Not differently.
And you already know the gist of the post. Go into detail.
I was planning to get 3 things for Easter, I quote them to you in order of importance:

1) A visit to my best friend. (Do not mistake the photo, I was looking for just a symbolic friendship ...)


2) A good book, you'll notice be read the book previously censored .. . (As a matter of principle, when beginning a saga, I feel compelled to complete it. I know I'm an idiot.)


3) An Easter egg for Easter. (Maybe a Lindt Lindor chocolate ... mmmmm ... )


Unfortunately, only the first wish come true (Friday), but I would not have changed anything in the world: that one time that I may meet my best friend, who unfortunately lives 60 km from me, I did not let escape.
You know the saying "who finds a friend finds a treasure"? Well, in my case it's true! I consider myself filthy rich, and this is a good thing, after the primary and secondary schools has always been my safe empty .....

Hence, I had a pleasant experience dulciaria nor literary, but in return I passed one of the most beautiful days from January to this part.
Thanks Gabriel, you're the best friend you could ever want. If you ever read this post, remember that if you go around saying that I am a sentimental type I publish the photos on google that you told me to cancel, but I have not deleted ... Patti make good friends! >;)

Happy Easter!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Melina Velba Pregnant

vampire plague - London, 1850

inspired by the cover, is not it? Unfortunately, despite appearances, this is not a book that has me excited to celestial levels: the author has somehow managed to stand up to history, but so far not been able to find strong support for the next sequences reached stupid compromises. In short, even to have someone on the side of the main characters has sacrificed the character of one of the main characters (the director of the British Museum), describing him as a person rather reckless, indulgent and gullible ... but these qualities could confer a similar title to someone? Mah ..
As for the "scene", I must say that I liked enough: more precisely, the location of dell'effigie Kamazotz, the Aztec god of destruction (uuuuuuhh. ..), surrounded by dark red roses with thorns unnaturally elongated. For those who had arrived there, they represent the blood of canine and vampires: P
The pace of the narrative is too restrained for my taste: there are scenes of suspense in which, logically, you'd think to find short and broken sentences, and instead the author propina times you messed up the mileage subject - ____________-''
The narrative itself is too ... mechanics: In each sentence the author is concerned only to report what's going on, without worrying too much about the "how" to report.
Overall Rating: 6