Sunday, October 31, 2010

How To Wrap A Heart Shape

Nationalization Act to Defeat

whereas

1) That the custom of dressing up to celebrate the 31 October, dating back over a thousand years, the tribes of indigenous peoples in Latin America, as part of their liturgical rituals.

2) That in 1840 the Yankee Empire monopolized the practice, calling it "Halloween."

The Government of the Bolivarian Republic of Forestry de Oca DECREES:

The Nationalization of the celebration of Halloween, as indigenous to Montes de Oca. Likewise, it orders the imposition of a fee equivalent to one million Yamilívares to foreign countries that want to use our holding in their territories.

Pretilburgo
Since the October 31, 2010.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Ibs And Swollen Lymph Nodes

Halloween The Coup in the Second Round!

In the elections of the Steering Committee of the Bolivarian Youth, yielded the following results: 28% Together (facades), 30% Initiative Party (Coup), 33% Progre and 9% Warning (Revolutionary Comrades). From a global standpoint, the fascists won 28%, the treacherous coup by 30% and 42% comrades.

The neo-liberal traitors Together Initiative and sabotaged the elections to cause a 74% abstention rate, using strategies similar to those of the "Memorandum of Fear." In a statement from both parties, he informed the university community who were going to privatize the cafeteria, library and other services montesdeocaneño Village. Were the fascists with the traitor of Silvia Herrero who attempted a coup a few weeks ago and did succumb constitutional state of law.

We call jamie youth to vote against Initiative traitors, who was the mastermind of the coup happened. The elections will be the 4th and 5th November. Bolivarian Socialism or Death! Venceremos!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Like Jibjab Similar Free

Tell me if you feel like me.

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"Tell me if the conviction that the strength of love does not die with youth are true.

In the world of sense, concepts are changing and our images subjective. The world of ideas does not interest me, there's cold and I just cover my skin.
Thus, the idea of \u200b\u200bbeauty has to please our senses.

It must be nice to see, smell appealing, sweet, pet sound and feel that makes us shudder.

Well, I miss my three senses. What where they have been?
probably far beyond what my view allows me to see broken.
sure beyond the whisper that my ear can detect. "
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And tell me, do you want from me?

Life Expentancy Stage 4b Pancreatic Cancer

threatens Costa Rica's natural resources

Ricans again prepared an evil plan to destroy Montes de Oca: Proposal to build a subway in San José, with the aim of contaminating the groundwater of our Sovereign Republic and Saprissa River which supplies drinking water to most montesdeocaneños. This affront Costa Ricans, is led by the despotic government official voice of fm DNA tico, who made the official announcement on his Twitter account.

Our troops have orders to march to the border with Costa Rica and take action on the order of our President, who said that "I will not allow this new violation of the lackeys of the Yankees, if they build a subway, launch our missiles at Zapote "he said.

Among the sinister intentions of the Devil Chinchilla, is making a trade embargo on the Republic Bolivariana de Montes de Oca, similar to that made by the Empire against Cuba, but it would be dark with the intention of not allowing marijuana to their country or to the Street of Bitterness, a product of the highest need in Montes de Oca. And to the trade embargo, President Chin asked for help from their imperial masters in the U.S.. Is likely to attempt to block the import of slippers for our residents, but the government guarantees the supply of this costume, which is used by 100% of our population, forming an indispensable part of our culture and costumes.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

How To Kill A Major Toothache

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North of the island a result, no too big, fell to the ground and removed the group of four huge leaves that raised half a meter of soil. The tree that hung over them just let in sun triangles, so that they appeared drawn with shadows that it would stop a madman to interpret.
A little farther south, an animal fled at the sound of footsteps in the autumn, which, however, was produced by falling from a high branch. Was lost between the trees, fast, toward the beach.

a desert island, it was what was missing. He had left his ship to seek inspiration in the high seas. Had spent years living on his canvases, but erotic works were no longer a novelty in the market. I needed something new, and the waves it would.
wanted to do away too much noise, the port and all those cameras portraying couples under a gull, and so ended up making his sketches in the shadow of a candle. Then he, sailing enthusiast, lost his orientation.
regained consciousness when he was there, face down on the shore of an island of silence curious, turning sharply at first to locate the boat. But it was not within his sight.

From that moment the young castaway left the world of thought, one that seemed much more certain and true that the nightmare of an apparent shipwreck.
recalled, as if that had been released unspoilt locked and hidden parts of his memory, dozens of faces that had passed through his life years ago. Affinities old recalled, her eyes that just crossed a few words and now wished he had sought to see them again. He also reminded those shadows that had treasured for long steps and yet there was now forced to settle for a place on the top shelf. Although the boxes are always good dust them down from time to time to pass a trapo por encima, pensó.
Y, así, el joven pintor quiso seguir dando voz a su cabeza. Pensó en su chica y en el abrazo que le daría al regresar, e incluso se aventuró a soñar con cómo serían sus hijos. Probó de calcular cuanto tiempo estaría allí, si sería salvado a tiempo para las vacaciones de verano. Lo tenían todo ya planeado: ellos dos, solos, visitando las románticas islas griegas. Además, dentro de dos semanas presentaba una exposición de cuadros que preveía ser visitada por personas de toda la península, aunque para llegar a ese momento debía pasar por las previas noches de café y pincel en mano para acabar así todos los lienzos.

Thus, a new night fell on the beach, carrying with it the exhaustion that made the wreck close my eyes without another possible choice. So he slept in the same place where the tide had left him, cold and wet clothes stuck to his body, with the waves breaking at night just inches from his feet.


(AM)

Friday, October 1, 2010

Ladies Robe With Zipper

Calma, what pain? Tags

Some nights, unable to avoid the bites of melancholy solitude. The sails of the sanctuary of clay consumed by burning candles, impassive, coming during his final hours and, consequently, to his death. Following is no longer light curtains. Some time that street children were called from the windows to dinner.

The beautiful memories fade. Melancholy, one present, this monster does not stop in the way of approach, in their hurried steps toward that north, now, later, impossible to stop. It feeds on illusions and flame of light, especially loves the smiles decayed. A successful kiss begins his story of a gray existence. But avoiding lips of dead flesh gains salvation nonnegotiable night after conviction.

Anyway, this evening a writer under discussion in the darkness of spiritual fatigue. Your soul is calm? Yes, perhaps reflections only slower than usual. She feels lonely, from time to time all disappears in your living room rug, and tonight feels cold inside. Strange that previously handled the pen between his fingers, now forgotten in the back of a drawer. No writing. Think. Think of a man who does not love tonight, tonight has forgotten her, with the invisible blanket sitting before the fire in your living room. Only two verses uttered by his lips dry, thirsty for love. Before collapsing on the carpet dotted with fire.

"Soon.
Or I'll be speechless."