Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Curry Turmeric Arthritis

patches @ 2010-07-27T13: 35:00

On the occasion of anger, to enlarge a canvas wall knocked down and bought three acres of adjacent land, but this new part goes almost uninhabited, and the tombs remain as before, piled at the door. The Guardian, which is at the same time gravedigger and sexton of the church (so that out of the parish cdáveres double benefit), has used that vacant lot to plant potatoes. Yet year after year their meager potato tapers, so that when an epidemic does not know whether to rejoice or grieve the deaths of new graves.
- You eat from the dead, Lestiboudois! - Finally the priest said to him on one occasion.
This phrase made him ponder bleak, it was still a time, but even today, continues growing its tubers and even argues with aplomb that develop spontaneously.
Gustave Flaubert - Madame Bovary

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Automotive Battery Chargers Blog

les yeux bleus, cheveux noirs

sleep She says the actor. Seem to do, sleep. Is at the center of the empty room, on white sheets spread on the same floor.

He sits beside her. The flash looks. Nor is there

chairs in this room. No doubt he has brought the sheets and then, immediately afterwards, one by one, door after door, closed the other rooms of the house. This room overlooks the sea and the beach. No garden. He left there

spider yellow light.

certainly do not know exactly why he has done with the sheets, doors, light.

She sleeps.

He does not know. Look sleep, open hands, his face still strange. The breasts, beauty, eyes cerrados.Si had left the door open to other rooms, she would undoubtedly come to see. It's what he had to think.

He looks at the legs resting, smooth as the arms, breasts. Breathing is equally clear, long. And under the skin of his forehead, quietly, the flow of blood that beats, slowed by sleep.

Except for this central yellow light falling from the chandelier, the room is dark, round, was bound, closed, without any cracks around the body.

black hair blue eyes , Marguerite Duras

Monday, July 5, 2010

Samsonite Lock Forgot

patches @ 2010-07-05T19: 17:00

(...) The point is that sex was not part of pornography that hooked the stupid kid. It was confidence. Value. The total lack of shame. The comfort and genuine sincerity. Openness to permitíaa anyone be able to get out there and tell the world: Yes, that's how I decide to spend a free afternoon. Posing here with a monkey peanuts ducking his ass.
I do not mind the look I have. Not what you penséis.Así podáis.Al apañaos as insulting to himself was insulting to the world. (...)

What if there were enough people watching, you'd never need anybody's attention.
What if one day you unmasking and exposure was enough, never going to be able to hide. No difference between your public life and private life.
that if one took on many things, many things if he could, and would never have or get anything else.
that if one could eat or sleep enough and never need more.
That if enough people loved you, never again would need love.
That could ever be smart enough.
That could someday get enough sex. (...)

Choking, Chuck Palahniuk


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means we have more words,
I mean we have feelings of least
Or have them, but we stopped using the words that express,
And therefore, we lose.

- Blindness - Jose Saramago