Thursday, November 22, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Three Copies Of Quickbooks
Writings / / Penalísticos
who knows nothing
who fears nothing much know much fear God hates
fearful
not study. Rev.
3.16: "and that you are neither cold nor hot spit you out of my mouth"
God prefers the hot and cold.
Not bad before God Go
be hot for her, little boy!
" Vodka Tonic" ... Killing neurons weaker every week
"Vodka Tonic " ... accelerating the synapse
" Vodka Tonic" ... Helping your herd of buffalo move more Quick
THE protester cult says
"Despostcontractualicemos World Now!"
"Let the Ontho, back to Thelo"
"until the dictatorship neoheggeliana!"
THE Geek protester says
"your remote servers are not!"
"until the dictatorship INTELiana!" Haikus
the woman goes to the dry cleaner washes Vests
this vest is the world
I watch you look at the look
we look ye look they look
look is God.
Porter, a beer, and another boy
a beer, I have to forget
If God loves me Women hopefully
If not, well
(always bad news if you like best says a minurri)
We sweat droplets that fall from the face of God while running in treadmill
The deeper you try to look at the well, the more easily fall into the
PESSIMISTIC the height of "not understanding the possibility of Harmful and Benigno are opposites."
Syllogisms
who knows nothing
who fears nothing much know much fear God hates
fearful
not study. Rev.
3.16: "and that you are neither cold nor hot spit you out of my mouth"
God prefers the hot and cold.
Not bad before God Go
be hot for her, little boy!
" Vodka Tonic" ... Killing neurons weaker every week
"Vodka Tonic " ... accelerating the synapse
" Vodka Tonic" ... Helping your herd of buffalo move more Quick
THE protester cult says
"Despostcontractualicemos World Now!"
"Let the Ontho, back to Thelo"
"until the dictatorship neoheggeliana!"
THE Geek protester says
"your remote servers are not!"
"until the dictatorship INTELiana!" Haikus
the woman goes to the dry cleaner washes Vests
this vest is the world
I watch you look at the look
we look ye look they look
look is God.
Porter, a beer, and another boy
a beer, I have to forget
BOOK
If God loves me Women hopefully
If not, well
(always bad news if you like best says a minurri)
We sweat droplets that fall from the face of God while running in treadmill
The deeper you try to look at the well, the more easily fall into the
PESSIMISTIC the height of "not understanding the possibility of Harmful and Benigno are opposites."
LE FIN
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Busted Bkood Vessel On Lip
Sabia / / you?
trimonthly In our section "posting something today and we will refer to demases Superheroes:
1 - Did you know? Spiderman died of cancer shortly product radiation spider red / blue radiation.
2 - Like Hulk.
3 - The term "nuclear family" does not refer to "The Incredibles." 
trimonthly In our section "posting something today and we will refer to demases Superheroes:
1 - Did you know? Spiderman died of cancer shortly product radiation spider red / blue radiation.
2 - Like Hulk.
3 - The term "nuclear family" does not refer to "The Incredibles."
Thursday, March 8, 2007
How To Make My Book Into An Anime
AND / COVER / LA / LAND
[1] from the phrase " The quickest way to exit a crowded cemetery is walking on the graves " about the need to further desecrate the memories when we get rid of them quickly. 
already covers the ground
provocative image
Is it enough to follow?
was necessary [1] step on the grave
forget the past or
Just remember what "necessary"
I have another opportunity
I will not let my memory
Guide the steps that come
I wake up and go
Before heading
Tapia
latch, lock, double key
may not be necessary
still open will not want to cross
The memory threshold
At the habitual
not forget the passion, the good times
That
ahead with someone else I enjoy
is time to change
And I hope the shot in the game.
[1] from the phrase " The quickest way to exit a crowded cemetery is walking on the graves " about the need to further desecrate the memories when we get rid of them quickly.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Pediatrician Downtown Toronto
E x perience O nce I Was a boy, an innocent to life and my role in it,
This world played my game, and a clown or foil Anyone
for myself.
The harmless affairs, and no-one seemed to care for any
meaning
My life was my own, The debt I paid, I paid it only to
myself.
The unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and short-
sighted
These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe
years.
This world played my game, and a clown or foil Anyone
for myself.
The harmless affairs, and no-one seemed to care for any
meaning
My life was my own, The debt I paid, I paid it only to
myself.
The unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and short-
sighted
These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe
years.
Now I am a man, I realise
My unworldly sins pained many lives
Yet I heard, heard with ears that wouldn't listen
And still I watched and I saw with blinkered eyes.
But with age the conscience slowly dawns and bonds of
duty gently tied
All my sins, seen through now there is experience and
recollecting act in virgin guise.
Master inner voices, making the choices.
Once I Could rebel and Consequences
Then Had no reflection And I am a man, And I am bound by adult age discretion now
.
Then Had no reflection And I am a man, And I am bound by adult age discretion now
.
(Gentle Giant)
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