Monday, February 28, 2011

Top Rated Mid Range Receivers




painted in blue
a wall without cracks

and the tentacles of an unresolved yearning
your pale attempts

victories denied drinking endless cups
the empty
gritted
a solo turn on and everything appears

around when the essence is a tale

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Black Pollish Brown Boots

The band Tango


Push Play before you start reading

8:03 am - Bar del Corso. Five kilometers from the objective.

Tango leads to mouth an espresso macchiato. Pocket decanted his whiskey on the rocks. Kodak ravenous bites into a sandwich instead of mortadella and provolone. The morning breath is not the same for everyone. Species such as those for morning. You could tell those little things who was the leader in that lot, who the and who the crazy fool.
Tango paid the bill, gave a glance at his watch and said - we go.

A black Ford Fiesta was heading towards anonymous Leaf Villa on the outskirts of the city. The plan had been studied in detail. The tension in the car was cut with a knife.

Kodak was driving. Black leather jacket and jeans on a mahogany-colored loafers. He did not like hats much, he preferred to show off his balding proud Advanced. His nickname if he brought with him from adolescence, when he made his first and only day of trial as an assistant to a studio. From that day also brings with it a resulting scar on the face hydrochloric acid that spilled on the floor.

Tango was sitting in front. His style was impeccable: pants and jacket belonging blacks, white shirt and thin red tie. To cover all un'impermeabile gray hat to Humphrey Bogart, flashy sunglasses and highly polished black shoes. To send away the tension was smoking a cigarette after another. Tango called him because of his love for dance halls and not just for those. He had planned everything to perfection and although they went at least fierce of his cronies knew that thanks to his guidance it would all went smoothly.

pocket was sprawled behind it. Was element of the group that did more to shake the wrists Tango. A crazy reckless able to put on a killing for nothing. His casts stress was alcohol. Whiskey bottle from his swallowing that extracted continuously from the breast pocket. This was the origin of the name of art. If you ask around in pocket, everyone knew the story of the little old lady kissed her. It was a simple robbery at a bank in the suburbs. The situation was the most regular pocket is made out to the pole just to avoid trouble combining the bank. The order was to not let anybody in the collection. At some point you pour a little old lady in front of him wanting to get busy. The pocket should not shove off is air, but the old woman does not want to know, pocket all the evidence but the old does not loosen. At one point grabs your ass and sticks a kiss on the mouth as he could not even with the whores of Via Garibaldi. The old goes off to him and kicks to the balls in half. Pocket feeling the pinch, remains a bit 'bent and unleashes a right just after the old crashing to the ground. Boom. The pocket of bad luck that day put him to the test. Just then a patrol car passing by and sees the whole scene. Two cops from the car and start running toward pocket. He just sees them raising their hands in the air and tries to mumble something like - there's a misunderstanding agent. As soon as I pull, exits the gun from his pants and head to the tip of the first two. Grab the pistol from the holster and stuck it in his pocket, the cop holds the neck down to the other and invites him to lay down their arms and put a face to the ground if you do not want to say goodbye to her boyfriend. Handcuffs them both against each other, then takes the police car and some like a madman. When they had finished
cronies tried that mad pocket but found only two bumbling cops linked to each other and an old woman to the ground stunned. Normal things like when you carry a pocket. For the record, the police found her car overturned in a field. Inside was also a box of condoms. What Scirocco pocket not happy with the rejection of old had seen fit to make up a whore in the car with the cops.

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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Fakku.net Is Not 2010

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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Victoria Secret Bra Boobs

scam


smile and sway you
procession
between an essay and an arpeggio

not without derision

could still be worse if caught
in foul
lose his seat in the sacred

parliament for lack of courage

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Sharp Pain When Mensturating

raincoat dr. Franker



The smell of burnt coffee that was poured on the stove, stirred Dr. Franker far from his thoughts and sleepy. While the ashes of his cigarette, still in his mouth, spread everywhere among the sweater and a cup of bitter coffee. He sent down all in one gulp, coal melted down in the bowels. He put the cup in the sink, put the above un'impermeabile gray flannel pajamas and blue of the old De Fonseca consumed. He took the keys from the desk and went sent from his studio.
was now months that Dr. Franker not had a case in his hands. The portfolio was crying, so to round writing articles of crime news for the Dark case, a newspaper dedicated to fans of Zippo lighters. Joint office of the editor of Dr.. Franker tried to put the record straight: "No cases of nuns disfigured clown and arsonists", otherwise he would leave for good cooperation with the newspaper. The Director Jack Marciello reassured him: "franker not battered the fuck. Stay with the pieces in the ass, you show up here in my pajamas, you are the last of the shit this fucking city, and even pretend to enact the law. The last article was written in your ass. Soon there is not that the relatives of victims sued for us ... "Dr. Francker immediately interrupted him, leaning toward him "Jack, there is a sign of electricians, there is a mafia of electricians in this city and you know best. Watt was not killed by quell'idraulico, missing from the equation, Watt was killed for an internal settling of accounts ". Tired of that story got Jack Marciello Shooting from his chair, emptied the burning tobacco of his pipe on the hand of Dr. Franker by pressing it with enthusiasm, "Frank, dickhead, no ideas of your fucking daughters do a frech stramaledettisimo hair pussy monk seal to none! If the police say that to kill that son of a dog Biddett Watt was a plumber, you have to write that fucking goddamn Biddett has slipped a hair dryer on the piss in the pool while it was Watt's alright?! You and your ideas of the devil from overwork investigator who does not see the beak of a case for at least five months you keep them for yourself. This is the last time I speak, then you throw out there to kick your ass. "Resetting of her voice again and riaccomodandosi in his chair, took his pipe out of the hands of Dr.. Franker and calmly resumed his speech: "Now go in the West between the eleventh and twelfth noon there was a fire and apparently found in a pool of blood some Albatros Karagoriki aka walrus face" go on the spot and try to understand what happened. "
The face of dr. Franker, one hand inside the other to hold the pain of the burn, immediately went into a state of semi-conscious. That name had burst in like a mushroom cloud that kept him immobilized for a very long and pale minute. Karagoriki walrus face would no longer sucked edges of his shirt.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Is Honey Good For Thyroid

mullioned clinical


until you are able to remain silent once again


surprised by the tone of a blue
surrounding trees until you hear the old

thrill of the wind given off by the music


your eyes with tears of joy
able to see
subdued shades of emotion

nascent

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Simon Deweygallery.com

Infodipendenze


The clock ticked on the shelf once alien. My eyes followed the hands resigned, unable to follow its inexorable. I got out of bed, resting his hands on his knees and looking at my feet. Arts forgotten that carried the weight of my body, distracted, half slave who carried my mind lazy. I grabbed the tea from the table, now frozen desserts and brought the cup to his mouth. I threw down a deep gulp swallowed my throat decided. The newspaper of the day before I delivered the faces of men forced to the command. I lingered on the faces of missing employees, from unlikely patrons of bars, on businessmen in the province or potential electricians, forced by fate cynical and cheat to keep a family privilege, to ensure revenue. To ensure that they are brilliant political career. Men forced to operate. The letters of the newspaper is continuous blend with the sound on the news, while a very successful blog gave his authoritative views on the latest public scandal. News chasing me thirsty, I hunted at any time, even in a loose-leaf Free imposed my attention. It was pure drugs which he received the tribute of dependence: But that day I decided that I would have taken a break. Quitting would have been a choice beyond my powers, day after day ensured that my addiction to everyday life. Tomorrow I stop to inquire.

Lipoma On Back Of Ribs

add a place in a fairy tale

a beach

its games and the picture of the sunset

the eyes of a child confused

the air of one who has not lived
dangerous instincts
the idiocy of adulthood
more mature march
moods
loves hot boiled
a sequence of flat plates

also celebrating the New Year celebration

crackling of boredom

Monday, February 7, 2011

Walmart Motor Oil Price

us any


to
such moments and such mysteries
this resistance
relentlessly

our movement to our tired eyes
to chant bloody chaos

otherwise known as case
who benefits
hold
tears or smiles, or the folly


to have him every day that passes

unresolved anger that comes from forgiveness?