Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Amtrak Surfliner Simulator

Take it easy, that the day is gray. Subway

I think I'm worried about the determinism that governs my life. The human being likes to think freely, to be convinced that it acts according to what he wants and what he thinks. Nothing could be further from reality, and we begin to be influenced in the same time the alarm sounds old, one morning, thinking about change.
I've spent many years of my life talking little, and even entire mornings remain silent. In that regard, things have not changed much. At first it was taken to the extreme shyness, a horrible fear to let me see. And now? Yes, there is still that, the seed is inevitable that any one set of events have been incorporated within me, however, we must recognize the important efforts made. Today, my words should be parsimonious, I love thinking, my personality. Nothing to fear or wish to hide. I believe in discretion, the value of silence and well-written texts. But it is likely that my beliefs are nothing more than a how to hide my weaknesses.


Of all the people you meet in the here and now, the people that has more to do, and I dare not mention the large and fully useless groups of friends, what percentage of "want to hear? That should be the basis of my problem. I venture to say that everything is the fruit of a habit, a routine that has led me to settle down to life. I spend hours and hours surrounded by shadows that speak, interrupt, never remember anything and never think that something that happens outside of their lives can be good fun or exciting. In this way, all your smiles, nerves and intrigue to events "different" to events beyond their normal idle, are absurd, in charge of making you remember it.
So you have to save the tales and stories for those special occasions when someone emerges, finally, a question. In the day to day operations are unnecessary, opinions have no validity. No matter if what you say is interesting, boring or meaningless. Account only noise and whispers, that there is life, so you can rest assured that this means that all is well.
Since very few people are interested in stories, only now I can speak softly and slurred.

So, I'm just so my routine makes me. I get scared if I think, with a powerful charge of predetermined unconscious, I will follow suit overheated and smelly that have gone before the people who make my environment. I am terrified that all of them, to a greater or lesser extent, have formed a personality which then ceases to be mine. And when I talk about how I am not able to recognize.
Because of this, perhaps, After having seen so many times that the rain always comes after the clouds, to spend the rest of my life surprised to witness that they are passing by and just leave a gray or, perhaps, give way to sunlight No I appreciate the touch of these rays, as I am too busy to be surprised and wonder: "because of what ?

(AM)

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Raymon And His Love For Cheese

kid, rejoice your

Relax,
was only a mole

in light of the sun .
Just a little scare.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Chaining In Pokemon Soul Silver

The time terrible truth.

Tell me, talk about our dreams and our hopes, in this night is late and no one is listening.
Tell me, it's Saturday night and is near the time weak, time of tears and solitude, the music begins to soften.
Tell me, I want to hear the whisper your voice caresses accompanying this million on the couch.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Two Palm Trees And 2 Swords

Revealing identities.

ada C night bells deafening silence, during every evening the blanket is folded into place.
time drags us, separates us plant thousands of lives every second that the young souls walk. They, who are full of romantic intensity spots, which sounds like no one else can, that love and nobody else knows. who are strong in sound crazy, inexperienced and thirsty.
And so, my view is no longer the same as when I left. I find that when I dance alone my punches are stronger and more accurate. I remember that your lips are not going to be surprised each change, you are not going to smile to the beat of my smiles, you will not see my eyes are now or how they will tomorrow. No longer will you rub my retinas tired of looking without seeing anything. More.and never know I look like a crazy looking gestures in the air, and I know that only I know what I want, and I know that everything is only in my dreams.


What Sound Does Evee Make

Montes de Oca proclaims annexation of Isla Montes de Oca

San Pedrosburgo DPA. Thanks to the decision of the Hague on the issue of conflict between the imperialists ticos and sister Bolivarian Republic of Nicaragua, the familiar territory Calero Island or Island as portholes, is no man's land since the International Court has ordered two countries out of the zone of conflict.

Given this scenario, the president of the Bolivarian Republic of Montes de Oca, Yamil Gonzalez, has proclaimed ANNEXATION Calero Island the country and has been renamed Willy Ruiz Island, in honor the hero of our country and General, who led our troops in the war of independence against the Praetorian Guard of Costa Rica.

With this new annexation, Montes de Oca will have access to the sea to carry on trade, and citizens enjoy a beautiful beach in the middle of the swamp. Nicaragua's President Daniel Ortega, welcomed this new achievement of Montes de Oca, a country with which you can establish partnerships for the construction of a Panama Canal. Meanwhile the president of Montes de Oca signed a pact with our northern neighbor , which commits our country to work with Nicaragua to recover the territory of Guanacaste.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Difference Between Pittyrias Rosea And Ringworm

Tomorrow we meet to tell us

(How we have done tonight Carnival)


There is no time or number of lives in which we move through the world, for no I wonder who knows the answer to how many years is one minute. Thus, the only valid measure is the meter is hanging wall on the right mirror, right where an impalpable soul watches the bed sideways stuffed animals, colors and canopy.
And there is, insistent, a girl with a pencil between his fingers bitten draw lines on his head, waking up after awakening. Has calculated it needs to reach the four feet that marks the end of the elephant hat without asking for help to arrive to the cookie jar in the kitchen of his home. Although some days I would speed things up you can not, and after every meal, every shower and every night's sleep that grows older. Other months, however, why the hate cookies after all he refuses to grow.

today has been the stroke of the pen has gone directly to the red wall, ignoring all the funny animal cry. It was here where he was coming. It has gathered the courage and strength that will lead to an issue that awaits solution from too long. Now she is able to face his little problem, is able to face something new his mind has been transformed .

Nevertheless, it is necessary to notice that she remains a girl who always want to eat cookies, and still asking each morning to your particular magic mirror to what extent has aged. Although it serves little now that there is a smaller elephant that she occupies a space on the wall, and it was decided to use a new white paper to be placed on the hat. But, all maneuvering the pencil in hand and crusting on the face, fails to keep the paper straight and in its place. If only there was someone that was attached to it, could continue to grow smoothly. Maybe I can ask for help from the strange soul of the mirror, and now wants to eat, shower and get back in bed.

(AM)