Monday, December 28, 2009

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What I would see it as I can see already
Or collect what would the question is Estre
abyss since the substance can see
So is my mind so often unfathomable ...

I enjoy life because I have the joy of Estre
OF Estre now hither the anonymous witness
apprehend the ugliness and appreciate beauty
For to appreciate one another must know ...

Both of them around me weep Both
others gird me laugh
Some know why some people do not know
It matters to me to hear their voice ...
expressed
A bird seems to be worth two or three thou ' Out
'll want to do as you liked qu'estre
To the extent that love can Estre property acquired
I cherished all that he can m'estre delighted ...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

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fragile Love Love?! Maine Coon

And if offering of self which wants a present
Sensé Estre a tender for another talisman
Was actually a decoy dressed in finery
Who begging in more than it does in the hands of love .. .


Whoever says "I love you" do in fact himself a sub
Investing to harvest two
And afford a glistening mirror of schemes
Who painted it returns one of the most ego hoop ...


So it seems, when the emotion comes
it would be much better to demonstrate faith
Not with Oedipal overtones to the verb
But within a layer where the bodies feast.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

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An athlete from the North
Symbol of Wrath

Proud Yankee Estre cats as big and heavy
Deriving a father and mother raccoon wildcat, feline
Our affable distinguished by a singularity.
His sympathy for the dogs, which stand ear
While he answered, shaking his plumes. This gentle giant
as abandonment for many years,
The love of man seems to have found ...

__________

Anger is a short madness.
Horace
__________

At any lord, my honor.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

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My Lady of Autumn

Ma Mie, stolen off your Spring and Summer abstracted tone,
than your age that suit you both meshui,
this magical season, the most beautiful in my eyes,
In its tragic colors that reveal your heart.

The heaviness of your fruit, if it is touching,
Give your appearance this charm undoubtedly
That alone can offer the third of four
The agonies of the preceding winter.

It sparkles and a thousand colors,
Offering her what she liked best,
tones that she comes in shades cuddly,
From his red bait offered by greed.

Appointed Indian summer north of the Americas, Automne
Outside this house in our green countries,
last only one day to morose,
But will forever in the eyes of the lover ...

Outside my Mie addition, in this season you are, then so be it! Yesterday
this day is over and tomorrow is not!
Give you this day hui which was never,
Because the future is certain, that ended with the word END ...

Thursday, July 23, 2009

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The European

Guardian
Symbol Libraries imperial household


free and rebellious, the claw was becomingly against whoever wanted to cajole,
Large round eyes and spaced forcing the rival to look down,
This feline known as common accept 900 years of history.
The Roman legions brought him back to Egypt during the time Mark Antony
Defending the royal granaries, this sumptuous Egyptian origin
inspired writers, he encouraged the free flow of the pen ... __________


must midst of all the tables a call to the reflections of the heart makes you feel the thinker in the poet.
Madame de Stael
__________

All roads lead to Rome, provided they go out ...
Mephisto

Monday, June 29, 2009

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Rotting childhood (1 / 2)

I feel more or less instinctively (more or less because I would not break your balls with a mysticism that is moved by some dark shameless trick the superego eh, I'm not there yet, although my story with Ele moving quietly toward the yawning) that is equal to saying that player. Equal to itself because we do not transcribe boredom (unspeakable for the shot, but I make an effort to avoid clicheton needy, you'll notice) the identity reduced to itself, which is reminiscent of the grotesque occurred pubs there's no harm: "I Am What I Am", overlooking Roddick and others. Desolation, I Am What I Am. Centuries of introspection and search for meaning clumsy or truth, great historic rights, only to end up in the ditch, I am what. And it would have been much better to stop there, so ultimately more honest, even if done in humility and putassière upset. In
reader, I do not see too much need to explain this. The effort to go, crossing the ink raised, to find some eventually. A story, but as others. Not a mountain torrents which are sufficient to make the cake of his own bloated contemplation. No images that for once, between two speeches, we can bring the nipple (which will, we can summarize). The ink stupid. And it looks like existence, this obstinate way to get tired for nothing. So the reader is, unless we come to challenge my brilliant demonstration, I expect you, the species closest to humans. No it's not the dolphin.
I thought that when reading something, bright enough to remain (it talked about stars and how to be cool) who had contracted, with anger and bitterness. What suits me enough. I'm an extremely low content, while devastation and sudden release. This is far from being interesting, but has the particular substantial support my dissertation a little lapse of departure, and what, we cling to what may, I say instinct, not insight. I was a bit quieter for me to be mediocre player. I was not far from what (it spun like figure, eh? Confess anyway).

This text was not bad. Some formulas, and the specification, which created the context (or atmosphere, I translate for youth). One thing that was changing, not music (the music of words, no kidding, two bullets in the head), but with secondment (the chair of the screen, eyes and algorithms): the moment something exists (where you see images in the text, always young) (yes, "something exists" is a freelancer for the runs, but there I go to the essentials, because it's late . It is that it recognizes that the school: the concern of the incipit, and the subsequent collapse).
And then quickly, shit: the psychology of tiling, summary execution ("dull people," this old tune bumpkins who seeks to distinguish the characters, as if they had a little color to the will, some entertainment to deviate). Shit, not particularly irritating, but disappointing. A lack of panache. What makes the smallness of writing, be limited to testify themselves. That's why I like Marc Levy, since I saw this video promotion (I have a little bit lazy, it's on youtube, for his latest book) and his helmet aviator borderline comical. Marco has at least understood what a readership: a crowd shot.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Pokemon Gold And Silver Lender

The Ocicat

A fiery
Symbol of jealousy

Great God it is difficult than to be the mirror of the Ocelot ...
Especially that wild progenitor unsocial her beauty passed.
A marriage of an Abyssinian and a Siamese hare chocolate
He always regild its image for image display.
But nothing helped, instinct always wins. His anger
scary when jealousy is coming,
His eyes almond shaped slightly biased set on the opponent,
Oblige to break the impudent insolence and unconditional surrender.
So winning without firing a shot, waving its tail covered with rings,
He walks away proud and disdainful as an absolute monarch ... __________


ago in jealousy more pride than love.
Duc de la Rochefoucauld
__________

A jealous ear hears all the whispers and the sound does not escape him ...
Mephisto

Friday, May 15, 2009

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all whores, except my father was

As for me, well, it seemed damn, damn into the growing disinterest for any form of optimization and beam ceilings fun. And then life, exasperating expensive so far, the slut, produced before me Ele, which will be called so, not for reasons of solum elementary prudence (would not she call the cops), sed etiam because I am a rational initial.

Ele, whose pallor is an excuse for the glare makes me love the overtime. Model produces acres of fields synaptic connections pheromones that aggregate them, and frankly I like glands synthetic balls. Ele, I dare not look at your eyes so I'm afraid they persuade me to the flatness of the unspeakable, but something tells me they will be connement blue and I'm going to be conceived as infinite in the pods, which I will Cannes forget Nadal and plan my approach, I finally lose the time and enthusiasm that I regret the dark hour of metastases. For now I stick to the cheekbones, clearly subject to Zygos, which dilate the finesse and maxillary sphenoid shown in yellow color tone to make me cum in the evening come to an end when the seas vertical. Ele Mouloudji you listened when you were little and sick in the car?

Thursday, May 14, 2009

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The white Angora If

An artist dethroned by the Persian
Symbol Action


Concept immaculate on Mount Ararat in a hundred places of Eden and Noah
Where his ship came one morning fail by the views of the gods, in this
We left the witness of the divine covenant sealed. Out
that Sir Peter, Lord said Della Valle, distraught with grief
went above the waves for sprains and forget the name of love dead
To travel the world and get drunk mind, in the year 1634 ,
never thought he had crossed the pristine lands of the great Turk,
Neither faint with love for this cat empire that Mary came trampling.
our masters and Bachelor Sir Courbet laid him on the canvas
Excluding that Mr. Buffon described it very well in natural history
Some brossèrent her dress, the other described it in the eye and spirit
For centuries the future tell the plume set with two blue eyes.
intelligence pair off, rich in initiatives, but its tail beating,
He had one regret for than to be less popular than Mr. Persian
Which makes it even more titled somewhat dark and heart pain
oncques but so far he lowered his claws for shaming her honor ...

__________

All happiness is essentially poetry
and poetry means action.
Alain
__________

Action is growth assumption which often revises down
Mephisto

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

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Joachim du Bellay
1522-1560
Clone Nickname

I write not of love, not being love, beauty
I write, having beautiful mistress,
I write of sweetness, experiencing the harsh,
I write for pleasure, I found painful.


Here liberty is humble bold
Here idleness makes good vicious, vile scoundrel
Here the discourses of the facts of the world.

Mephistopheles


How could love one who loves not the point,
How could seduce one who has charm,
How could brush against the hatred that is that,
How could thus enjoy a poor potentate?

Is it so blind as not to want to see worse
Neither deafness not want to hear,
The obtuse and abstruse aims therefore unacceptable,
But screaming to the four winds, not to Estre Cassandra. It has
argument that scourge of Justice
Thoughts of the oldest and hearsay written
Se believes legitimized quotes from Nietzsche
Like a dummy scribe, noting hodgepodge.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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The Bicolor Persian Chinchilla

An observer in quest of serenity
Symbol of Tolerance

The white and black marry, conquest of the future concession
Supreme Mother Nature offers us in his mysteries
The Yin Yang and his light in his dark, feline bicolor
This speaks to mankind, heaven and earth, the seasons
And in a curious mixture changing its coat, black
De dominant tone that when flowers are budding,
Off when summer comes it is tinged with white,
The expression of his eyes that probably impresses. His melodious voice as
chant fascinating use of angels,
For peace on earth, he is the guarantor
sort of link between clear water and mud
__________

Between human right and the intolerant man
Love the truth but pardon error.
Votaire
__________

Forbearance is no acquittance ...
Mephisto

Monday, May 11, 2009

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Under the fragility, strength
Symbol mirror

The green of his eyes, as the gem emerald
fardés What we thought in honor of the gods
Bright white dress immaculate virgin
the ends brown with a silver
No one knew at the capital Cuzco Inca
That one day in London, South Kensington Museum
The soul of "Silver Lambkin" in peace will be based ... __________


Frailty, thy name is woman!
Shakespeare (Hamlet)

__________

When one is not the strongest, one must be the finest ...
Mephisto

Sunday, May 10, 2009

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The Private conversation

- Mephisto my friend, knew that two days off before this day Today you seem helpless, what does that smile and that eye paonneur *? Your raked * Please I?

- My Geppo, although you see me as Lady Sarah professing such common * bitch, hot and cold, struck me with wonder and keep goguelus * About.

- Dega * Mephis me?

- damned curious Geppo! You leave me before lunch that I hurry?

- Pardon Mephis, restore you, then, I ois to Vostre convenience.

- my beautiful Gabrielle, serve this soup I pray thee-I? Thus

Geppo the Mervent Wolf, wolf howls against me, who knew?

- Louve Mervent Mephis?

- Named after the forest not far from Cholet Chouan Geppo earth! A Celtic legend says that a wolf in woman's body comes here to seduce the poor buggers that come in range and mad love. I was saying, the noble and beautiful canidée struck me as whipping with caquetades galliards *. Not that bawdy, just what should be dicey * to consume crunchy transit.

- Lady Sarah? Point is possible, I do not believe it!

- Here is Geppo! Myself was nailed beak! But be assured that the wily Geppo me distillation under the spell circondé * Wash bottles as annoying *. columbines

- hahahha, Mepha, here is sung * shit! ! Wash bottles annoy columbine, you do not say! That Lady Sarah, every day makes me wonder n'estre no double.

- Is this the reason why the Goguelue * Geppo suits me?

- Out Mephis above and that will happen with?

- my Geppo Ola! The abundance such as Charolais, it is good to put after the ploughshare. The expectation is therefore required, entices the wolf the she-wolf, but it does not lick at his convenience. Thrusting and thus dork * should Estre duffle for the event would deliver battle.

- Mepha, hahahha, name of a little man! * Coqueliquage lead you compare to pare with the Saracen from the kingdom?

- da Geppo But yes, it is not enough to lead the siege of the Citadel is still necessary to remove and submit the guard, but this point is still earned.

- Mephis What is this?

- The Dungeon * remains to take Geppo. * Break it up is rich in all bitches and dungeon does nothing does! Remember that big worry Geppo jeans like you do not want to find a Steurs!

- Oh, my Mepha, you make small talk icon * like no other and I'm glad.


Belle Lecturer,
All similarities with insulting and derogatory, are purely accidental and beyond the control of the author, words and expressions denoting no time did any idea coarse and rude towards the female gender.

__________

* lexicon

paonneur
: braggart, show-off etc. ... raked
: say, tell a story

Bitch: Women boy

goguelus: Pleasant, chap.

Dega me: Tell me (oc)

caquetades: gossip

jawbreakers: appetizers

circondé: surrounded

annoy columbine Wash bottles: pure, innocent excitations

shit sang well said

rapier and cutlass swords short

coqueliquage (coqueliquer) : making love

dungeon: eden female

fragmentation: Song

small talk icon: talk imaged



Saturday, May 9, 2009

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The Burmese

A wise to look imperial
Symbol Resistance

Friend Mun-Ha the great priest and guardian of the temple
the borders of Indochina under this cat yellow
Chooses his life he who contemplates gods
Living for Tsun-Kyank-Se, goddess with sapphire eyes
One night cursed the Thais in the sacred
took the life of Mun-Ha the holy man places him in death
entered without ceasing to pray
To get to his faith somewhere in the heavens.
a bound above his head master cat perched
Frozen by the goddess statue fascinating Golden
that were his eyes turned hither
As the noble and gentle blue sapphire substitute, brown
Of what were his legs became
White Hair which he had grabbed
Looters frightened fled without valor
And so my love that temple was saved. __________


The nobility of our profession is always rooted in two commitments
difficult to maintain: the refusal of
lie about what we know and resistance to oppression.
Albert Camus
__________

Who can and does, fishing ...
Mephisto

Friday, May 8, 2009

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Tomorrow was another day The Egyptian Mau

O thou treacherous friend, you told me that one day seek the essential,
Of your sweet sensual verb About nebulae and essences,
Holding me excited for my heart and open your rober honey
Ranging from hives hives gorging on nectar denying the consequences
Do I have meshui that tears dried and a taste gall ...

Out Geppo therefore said: "Mephis, get up, the bitch is not worth much!" If
fact I replied, I gave him credit forgetting this:
Gentille has only one eye, the wolf had two!
The lesson of history for future love, is that now, although its addition
eyes see, his hands concealing,
For no doubt, by the oath one the other the pen, in
bitch or if the boy wants best, the worst is to exclude ....

Mephis Well, in your remembrance, the lesson is to be taken and especially to store,
Make good wishes heart against misfortune, but more Estre fool.
The nova was super, a thousand lights shining when the end comes, it becomes white
From red to extinguish forever
In the next five years, more than ten years. Out
you eternal charm you endlessly
For the pleasure of beautiful and the ire of the spouses.

That shit is sung Geppo! I love your company.

Mephis big devil! It would certainly more than you love her much?
While both eyes I have, but my hands are open and empty deceit. Thank

Geppo. Come, then saddle my mare and gelding and your going to visit the Lady of Orleans.

Mephis Orleans Lady? Yes

da my friend, a lady with the pen and heart slender wonder.

Point have the good fortune of this Lady connaistre Mephis?

Geppo Indeed, but if curiosity, you will know much more. For now, I remain silent. At

Vostre Mephis convenience.

Geppo Well, come on line!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

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star hieroglyphics
Symbol force


From 4000 years old on the banks of the Nile
Carrying over his forehead the sacred scarab
Translate name "Mau" in subtle light
Tribute to the sun god worshiped Pharaoh.
Like Ra the divine "Mau" was loved by him
Drape of fine fabrics and adorned with jewelry
the night of his death at his embalmed
Thus accompany mahogany sarcophagus. And his master
continue beyond the plains Where
finally released he devoted himself to hunting
Tracker unparalleled arises when the windfall
Although some other predators once feared. __________


Less reasonable a cult is, the more one seeks to establish it by force.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
__________

Who can enter through the door between the windows by ... Mephisto

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

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you and me

There are days and nights, moons and suns
Times and hours of anguish and fears
to hurt her that he loves more than that So
one finds oneself to love.

"The charms of a person are a less common cause of love that a sentence like thereof: No, tonight I am not free ..."
Marcel Proust
Sodom and Gomorrah


And if love of Love like if mistaken
to these myriad of colorful butterflies
Invasive my heart like the Roman legions
When I lose myself in your eyes,
The devastation and barbarism violates this body is yours
Once away from you life keeps me ...

"There is in our minds of things we do not know how much we value. Or, if we live without them because we challenge every day, afraid to fail or suffer, come into their possession. "
Marcel Proust
In Search of Lost Time


My words written on parchment, who told you the end
Those who made you cry yourself delivering
sore I could write them at the price of my
suffering bitterly regretting having coated ...

"Against you, against me, I experience myself in vain.
present, I am you; absent, I find you ..."
Jean Racine

Rather than saying "Tu" by not thinking that "I"
To go by the paths that lead down to us, I thought only
me without you To put the top
as a "I love you", actually loving me!

"Without selfishness, people are odorless.
They lack personality."
The Picture of Dorian Gray

Therefore my dear, that you all forgive me, Can you
Vostre help me?
Watch with me to ours direction?
point my ego is missing if not the genius ...

"An intelligent selfishness lead man
the highest virtues."
Alfred Camus

But you better love and even beyond, I must consider myself
much more than I deserve,
The important thing is not the true value of things,
But the price is no end to put Prest. ..

"Take the altitude, it is less crowded."
Charles de Gaulle

All roads lead to me, so how to get out
If you go to point n'empreinte yours,
To marry our destinies below a canopy
And these good quote on purpose Germaine's words?!

"Love is an egoism of two"
Madame de Stael

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

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Oriental

The Hound of the Cats
Symbol manipulation


No one wants to Siamese, not even the Oriental, who grumble
claims, did not race
No more than the blues eyes and strabismus.
His route crossed that one day a bridge builder
The very same legend that said connecting heaven to man.
won the sympathy but the cat ignored the pact.
To complete its construction, the builder was helped by the devil,
And in exchange, the evil soul of the first demanded that the bridge would cross
Therefore and since that day, the Oriental, underworld is never prisoner ... __________


The mind is always the dupe of the heart.
Duc de la Rochefoucauld
__________

It does not disappoint as well ... Mephisto

Monday, May 4, 2009

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Deliver Us From beggar

Exaucé you have my prayers and my prayer, O gods
so busy whipping other cats. Out he came from
were closed appeared to me that scoundrel, villain of The
through the roof it's been there
But without annoying clown that was annoying!

The Rogue had been said about his crime,
Please forgive me, or at least absolve me,
But no! Persistent beggars in and signing the sneering, Ravi
than insulting refusing to fight, it
by Bredin, ass there, knows the Gifted.

With his free hand, a kind of document
Giving buckwheat quality Franc
The keg for less herring still feels
Like this buckwheat will oncques white.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

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Darling Queen Victoria
Symbol of Women

Tel archangel of heaven in the sky came,
As the blue sky, the colorful dress,
We suggested at that time that the behold, the gods
What was the noble messenger.
That he had by far our proud feline
In these remote regions where the cold is biting, heart
From the north, where frost turquin,
Gives the coat of your cat if it elegant.
The singular charm of his fur on snow,
From its shimmering beautiful noble ladies,
Conqueror unambiguously the rights and privileges,
That usually give themselves the Anglican queens.
Lovely Victoria, who adored less,
In London connaistre him, naming the Russian Blue.
But as Rasputin was known as jealous
He tolerated the point profanum vulgus. Symbolizing
women under mysterious
The high cheekbones, wearing captivating
The Tsar barren pitch so compelling,
warm your bed better than ten lovers ... __________


Man is fire, the woman
tow,
The devil comes and blows
.
Cervantes
__________

The devil can make the pot, not the cover ... Mephisto

Saturday, May 2, 2009

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The words most divine, the sweetest in the heart
To the ear and eye to the poet's mind
Do not Estre gods, do not have the good fortune to see
deified by the soul of aesthetes ...

The love, cherish them, handle them tenderly
Give them a tempo like a sweet song bird
The others offer the heart to the sky
But do not forget they are only words ... Doing

entities seems beyond reason
They are only media to express the verb
Musical notes submitted to tune
That way the poet to express his enthusiasm ...

Without Words poetry could not point Estre
But words without the artist are just slag
The poet is divine without it the term is piestre
Before his pen poetry is born ...

Friday, May 1, 2009

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A homebody at cap
Symbol melancholy


Winds of Scotland took only point,
cap was forced to wear.
Ears therefore in bending, turning his back
you live some. The cause was
according to others,
A nice lady likeness.
He always ours to Estre
To gain our trust.
He spoke of these ancestors
who were born in Manchuria
and allowed him who knows maybe
This aspect of melancholy.
Britons took phlegm
Out of China that wisdom
To demonstrate ad hominem
That tolerance he professes. Out
depressed by the climate, food
took for refuge
Thus became somewhat bold, but its sweetness
we adjudge.

Melancholy of soft rocks songs
My heart
who forgets to suns.
Paul Verlaine


Grief support themselves alone,
But the joy is shared Estre ... Mephisto

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Monique Parent Is Too Old

A day account

J oliment adorned natural attractions offered by the gods, O
ctroyés unambiguously few elected
R eçois my dear child the affection of a father,
D e those who do say other than the ear,
A insi I have no choice but to lie in the words,
N e wanting this day to deprive you of my heart ,
A crostiche love created in your honor.

M espite you're far away lands lost
A ssur-you probably love of yours.

F euillette the years that there are in the spring, I
llustre beauty for your twenty-one years,
L age where all desires are realized,
L nd choice live free with confidence.
E nvole up my nice, goes to the sky ...

To my daughter Jordana for his 21 years

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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Voutoiement

O you who to love I vous tense, conjugation
you, you who is the premium
And you say "I love you" is not "I love you" Even if
love without you, love is as good without you.

It has one value for that particular mode
Who does not want only the second person plural,
Cause when I tell you, it's us that I vous,
Dreaming with you, I like us.

And in this absolute Frantz sought unsuccessfully
Discovering the end point is that this word,
Outside whether death is the absolute truth
That all Kafkaesque quick to deny.

It is the absolute death and orgasm
To the extent that these words could have value,
I think you absolutely know I love you, love you
so much so that it is not no need.

Friday, April 24, 2009

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Anne was not one to worry. Instead of its kind to land on the parapets wet, take your time to light a cigarette and wait for centuries. Kind of calm. Others might have reflected the belief, but Anne was deeply quiet. Some like to observe things and people, drawing a kind of ridiculous pride. It was not the case. Because, and Anne knew, certainly, nothing is gained by observing others. No, those who believe in learning by the actions and attitudes, those who boast of touching the heart of the human by careful listening and pointing behaviors are shit immobile. Anne knew that action alone could disrupt lives, and if there was one thing that concerned Anne, was the upheaval. Simply, there was downtime.
Very young, she had an enemy. It was not a figment of the imagination, it was a very concrete form: a woman's voice. A voice that whispered promises and threats of torture. A voice echoed through the mind of a little girl of seven years. This voice is manifested every Wednesday on the phone, when Anne was alone. The voice promised her death if she try not to get the next call. His death, that of his mother, his father, especially that of his cat, and, really, Anne had learned to believe in revolution. A few months later, the voice was silent, but he had to wait several years to explain to the little girl voice that name was Jane, she had been an adventure of the father of Anne Versoony, and instability had done the rest. Since then, Jane had materialized with photos, research, learning, and Anne had come to know all of the voice. Nevertheless, Anne knew she would cross the vote on Thursday on the subway platform. Yes, coincidences presided over the turmoil, and Anne was happy.
Jane was waiting for the subway voice had melted in the banality of the world, and the little girl of seven years no longer existed. Nothing threatens the happy days, and it is a tranquil hand pressed the back of an old woman when the first train arrived in sufficient deceleration. The observation led to nothing, Anne knew even better than the voice could never claim to be heard. And it's a quiet frustration that captures Anne's eyes when she crossed Fifteen, five meters away.

few years earlier, lorsqu'Akhilene23 listened to the opening bars of Space Oddity aligning few simple lines on his blog, she instinctively knew she would appeal mainly to the desperate virgins. It was not a complicated girl, and vulnerable enough to become easy prey to hunters bitter. Thus she had learned to know Fifteen, a provider insignificant three meters of open space, which filed comments equally insignificant on his blog. It was not very complicated to confuse his eyes, turning away abruptly sickened every time that Anne was opening a page of his blog during the break. Yes, observers believe themselves invisible, and wait patiently for impractical projects. Akhilene was curious to know what level of mediocrity he would sink before taking action. And on Thursday, Anne would have to stop waiting. Fifteen

muttered some words she did not understand that at its close. The century is moving towards me.
I am the century? Anne asked, smiling. Fifteen
She followed outward from the station, in the hysterical crowd.
You are a representation of century ignores me, Akhilene. Unfathomable
degree of mediocrity. Anne chose to abbreviate.
This woman deserved to die, whatever one may think. I will not explain anything, but I can give you the attention, Fifteen. I can give you almost everything. It starts with a beer?
I begin with you denounce Akhilene. It begins with the police.
Anne was surprised. Then she realized that the time for action had passed. She understood that anyone can understand, when a story ends.
She gazed for a moment the flow of lives gathered in this artery, plunged naturally. The sheet metal blew his upper chest.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Ap Biology Lab 5 Student Guide

From hatred as Texas

I can try to transcribe what excites me and put it on the blog later. This is something that interests me a bit. But I do not remember. Unless I take quick notes, type in keywords. But I do not see how. Try to remember. I quote from the beginning, so that it comes together. Beatriz has more or less guests. What is quite remarkable is the position we have taken, and I Audreyz face it, Boriz shifted on the edge of the table, so none of us is "at his side." I gently fed to the formula. I tend to laugh a little embarrassing to any self-bullshit suggested. But that's it. I suppose each of us felt that Beatriz would piss off. I wonder briefly if I have this same tendency to complain in public, in an unconscious way. A priori not. Which confirms this assumption: Beatriz shit. Not far, a guy talking to his girlfriend, he is pretty class but speaks like a rabble. Not aggressive, but a kind of slang cardboard. And phrases like "Blowin 'in his delirium, etc.." I never understood the origin of "Blowin 'it up every two sentences. Good is boring. Beatriz is a fucking screen, she is upset, family, taxes, and his whore assoc '. Boriz smiled sweetly, I see quite how to say otherwise. I wonder what face I make, at least how she interprets. I always look lost, confused, in my opinion. But it is sometimes taken as a lack of attention. I try to focus on what she said but I am a little disturbed by the idea of retaining what I think. Audreyz, I can not too much to turn me into it, to do so discreetly. I found it quite nice coming, it surprised me because so far I have not been too careful. I think back to a story in "I Bookish" where a girl understood that she was in love with the brother of the guy she thought loved, but had been slow to realize, he was part of the decor. I remember from which came the authors of "I Bookish. Real authors or guys paid on line? And how came we here? I refocus on Beatriz. I must alter it a bit said, or it could fall on the blog. Even if the coincidence is a little big is better. I imagine do a google search on the topics of discussion in a pub. It's so stupid, and I'm tired muted. Fuckin chopper that where I used to laugh at my own bullshit. Audreyz recovery, she looks really concerned. I'm still Facin by the hair, at least that's the starting point of all my attachments. Audreyz has black hair, medium length that disappear in a pink scarf that contrasts his race. Pink and black, that's what attracted me. I should tell in the blog at the end of the evening I slap Audreyz, this would not be too credible, but it would make a good fall. Again this sneer Asshole. Beatriz has said she would return soon enough, I have not followed. Finally type in slang redneck enough pain in the ass, it speaks loudly. I realize that I spend my time thinking ill of the rest. I feel it's quite common to think of evil. Almost everything. Not understood, if it breaks and we stay, we are no longer invited? I do not care but what is it to insist "but alleeeeeez, j'vous calls" if it's to block? No kidding, she just wanted an audience? Is ordered. I take a Leffe, I look always the lack of choice and sterile discussions ès-servers, Leffe is good, all bars have. Not understand why elsewhere. I told Beatriz "But we're all convinced you're a good girl," a solemn tone overplayed, but it includes no irony or she cares, and she clutched. Audreyz has just nothing to fuck. Boriz me a kind of knowing smile. I wonder if he has a smile adapted to all situations, like "smile for the number 6 badger has tried to be funny." Chuckle Asshole. I focus too much on what I say. This probably explains my lack of naturalness in all circumstances. Audreyz has freckles enough discrete. I'm pretty sure that is the combo Cheveeux black + pink scarf X Freckles (but discreet, no purulent ugly) that triggered my appetite. I think you palatability I wonder if this is the right word, but I shall often like that. Brief recollection of speaking Echenoz the form of the word in a broadcast. I refocus on Beatriz, I'm looking for something a little clever to say, just to attract the attention of Audreyz. A formula a little more forceful, which does not suffocate its banality. A few notes of "O daughter of Cutter. Everyone knew this song in colorectal except me. Memories of the colo. I gently raise Beatriz, who it fully complies. I want to smoke, I like to dissect these moments missing, try to find what exactly is happening, before smoking I had no idea how the show could be missing. I did not know what the addiction, and I was curious. I think "I gained answers and trouble," Asshole chuckle. I'll be fine smoking while listening to the ending of the second Hunter X, I wonder if many people associate cigarette break in the music, so it's a reflex fairly shared? Audreyz is passionate tirades Beatriz, or pretend it does well, or it is completely dumb. I am comfortably shit. I wonder how this would correspond to the palatability overrated need to justify my presence. To what extent the pink scarf is a pretext not to regret. Boriz precipitated the conversation in the news, the video of the guy who gets hit in the bus. They cut the floor to reformulate the same ideas in their own words. They are all on the exact same line. And add personal anecdotes, to show they know the real life. But are educated enough not to sink into racism. I think Soral, assuming that it is the exact reason that led him to join the FN, not hatred of the single thought, since the latter, in particular, if not original, seems fairly indisputable, but this form of speech, cackling delighted to be in good company and to put forward "ideas" on which there is agreement between us. Soral but may have other reasons. I tend to play pretty boring for the stateless between us.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Alumni Interview Brown

hatch and 3 dex fade

Mina sits on the lake upon which horizontal Karl.

You know how the board now? You still flowing.
I can do, yes. Before I was pure, I thought the magic of floating body. But I do know, excited me in tiny seizures. This technique, right? Finally it is mine.

I'm old. Their bodies falter, and gives them buoyancy, paradoxically, a sense of control.
It may seem paradoxical.
No? They contextualize their decline. The man does nothing to liquids, so they feel less their mold. It is more obvious, since we are all incompetent. It has nothing to do with control. Since when old
interest you?
is a growing market. The other day a guy lamented, "we forget the old, thrown and forgotten." That's true. And I said, there are a hell of a relevant market.
You are a sacred morning, Karl.

Karl ?
... Millions of malignant
have ever thought. Entrepreneurs, political associations. You really do not know it, or you saying anything?
was just an idea. But you said, I've never been interested in old. I discovered the market.
Want to earn money?
Among other things, yes.
What, among others?
I want to make money. Or hire me for a reason. Or travel. I want to find a rhythm.

I lived with the anguish of only two floors down to fifty meters to find a bowl of noodles. That's what my life. I have never worked. I sleep. Weeks whole, in addition to other weeks, which for years. I want to find a rhythm. The money, the old, it's a start. I am interested in taxis, pop-culture, disease. Here I am old. I can do the sick. You want?
A passion for the world so suddenly. It's lovely, Karl. No, I do not want the patient.

Mina rises.
Karl.
If the contemplation of the sky is the founding document of your new life, then you'd better stop there. Your life will not be wasted. I say: my brother has tried to focus the world for two hours. And there will be nobody to listen. Do not think

that, little sister.
Karl observes the grounds of his Hawaiian shorts.
As Mina walks away, the voice of Karl gains in power.
You'll be there to throw everything I did. But you'll remember me. You'll be there to hear what you tell me. There is only you that interests me.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Where Can Megaman Nt Warrior A

3 years ...

much time!

Time flies, but it does not carry the memories. Not all at least not ones that count. 3 years ago began the second strike by Boillat and on my side, I started my blog. It was crazy, seeing all these people to ignite a factory for a great way to do his job, for dignity. Journalists, politicians, population, business, everybody was involved.

And now? What is he, if not an empty shell became a factory, where some people still work, wondering when the end will come? A Boillat relegated to his fate, mutilated to death, all efforts of the world will not save.

That leaves the memories that come back again and again. So remember us!


It was daring

To make the first strike, without notice, in reaction to the dismissal of Andrew Villemin, you had to have courage. But for the second, get back into such a conflict, because no solution had been found, it took more than courage: he had a conviction that to be right, it can overcome the stupidity of the revolt . So it was January 26, 2006 that the machines are silent again. Boillat the plunge into the unknown because this time, we would not be satisfied in a protocol form of promises not kept. The region and beyond, was mobilized for the first strike and after a few months of new sales coming from the direction of Swissmetal, she was ready to begin again, louder. All the forces that converged Reconvilier could hope to support the strikers.

It was not enough. You want to ask: what have we done wrong? What could we have done? The answer to both questions is, I think, "Nothing." The Boillat, and those who supported them, did everything they could, and even a little more. Nothing on the internet, working hours of the few people who have worked amounted to ... thousands, as the number of protesters who came to support this cause.

Yet it was not enough. Stupidity, when it is so deeply implanted in the mind of an entrepreneur, seems decidedly incurable. We are in a liberal country and which, therefore, leaves considerable latitude to those who take the responsibilities of employers. This liberalism implies a certain fair play: "We do not impose many rules, but is expected of you a sense of responsibility," the state seems to say to the bosses. On Hellweg is the kind of things we can not wait any more than can be expected of humility, intelligence or even a little savvy.

But eventually showed that Martinou, the Maîîître Swissmetal, was not alone. The naivete with which Marcel Ospel, the proud manager overpaid to-hem-merit, drove in UBS subprime example is the most scathing. And today we learn that, against all common sense, banks have invested with a vengeance in the funds Madoff, named after a crook, that his own son had to report to the judicial. However, there is a difference between these people and Martin Hellweg. Ospel as Madoff have shown themselves capable of building things and have ideas, even if, ultimately, too saturated with pride, they lost sight of reality, not to say they outright crazy. The story of Martin Hellweg, by cons, is entirely that of a leech, whose sole responsibility is to sell itself. Everything he does is run businesses, then to say he had actually saved from worse.

Martinou traveled long before hitting a bone. And this bone, it was the Boillat. They knew enough to know that their plant was good for her, and to know that Martin Hellweg and the clique that surrounded them were negative. The silence was still following the appalling destruction wrought by Hellweg, but Boillat made noise. This noise can be heard by potential agents of Ally management, restructuring the company that issued the CEO Swissmetal. The Boillat

were right and now that the economic crisis hit, it is all too apparent. Swissmetal losing money and announced that everything goes well to hide the fall of its share price. Currently, action is 7 francs Swissmetal 80, or less than its issue price: the fall, huge, not only due to the crisis. Knowing that Swissmetal issued any 6'624'106 actions, the entire group is, for its shareholders, just under 52 million francs. Remember we now have a figure that had been circulating: the buyers were willing to pay 60 million francs for the Boillat alone! What are the unconscious could refuse such an offer, and then destroy the effectiveness of Swissmetal? Martinou and his faithful Fridou!

That money, they did not want, did not prevent them from destroying valuable if they said Boillat. Stupidity has culminated in the destruction of two presses. The average human being, beast as he is, imagine that when you set off a machine as complex as the new Press Dornach, we take the precaution of keeping the old press in case. The direction of Swissmetal had everything planned so that, for her, these precautions were useless: their genius could not fail.


Bankruptcy Intellectual Martinou and his henchmen in

Yet Martinou, in his infinite humility, conceded still some problems, starting its report in November 2008 and :
"The problems we meet since the beginning of the year to start our new extrusion press seem very insignificant face the current crisis Financial World ".
The way to minimize is so big that it's almost a joke. Martinou From all spit, which he always explains to people who disagree:" Seen from the moon, the problem you have is insignificant. " Seen from the moon, in fact, the only thing that is meaningful for Martinou, is his ego. And this press insignificant, which is still the central element of the production line Swissmetal not work. And machines that could ensure the production until it works (if possible ...), the management of Swissmetal decided to destroy them.

Against this, the Boillat and their supporters have done everything, and even a little more. But faced with such a monument of stupidity, what solution could there be? However, we were right, and the passage of time shows us every day. Swissmetal business disaster, business has become a disaster. So much so that at the direction of Swissmetal, one realizes ... That is to say! Yvonne Simonis, which guaranteed its signature updates and analysis that smell very bad, left the ship. Apparently, she did not quite live in risk.

Since the beginning of the year, Swissmetal publish good news about good news. The Stratech has not changed: the more things go wrong, more Swissmetal Announces wonders to come. So, it goes very wrong. On 9 January, we discovered that Calotile, now due to some concerns Solartile image is finally named the ATMOVA . A true poetry class! There are of course plenty of concrete projects and, as we know, the citizen loves to spend more money when it is the ecology crisis. In short, it will work thunder (well, especially during storms when it conducts electricity!).

The Sea Serpent tubes landing gear has surfaced Jan. 16. Great news, after years of the certification process, Messier-Dowty, a leader in the field, has agreed the product CN8. One day, perhaps, an order will she ... And then he'll have to see if Swissmetal can still produce the CN8. It is not important, since, according to the statement, "Other finalization process qualifications are expected in the coming months." For which products? For which customers? When? Normally, if a statement does not answer these questions is that answers do not exist, that is bullshit.

And finally, January 23, we learned that the "market demand" is "eclectic" ... This could mean that Swissmetal still several different customers! It could also mean that the flow control is enough ... Flexible! Again, Karl still admire these outbursts of poetry swissmétalienne. The best is the enemy of good, except in the matter, why is a second serving:
"The market demand has started very well since the beginning of the year for Swissmetal but it remains very unstable. In different segments of the market it shows mixed results. On the last three months, we see a situation greatly reduced. On today's perspective, the production sites of Swissmetal do not need to make redundancies. Swissmetal fits the needs capacity by taking measures of short on time already initiated at the sites of Lüdenscheid and Reconvilier. In the central services, namely non-production of the 134 full-time positions, about 35 will be removed in order to preserve the business consequences of a possible lawsuit or a tightening of the economic crisis.
It revolves around pot, one feels, but it's beautiful! "The market demand" which "shows mixed results." Language is pushed to its utmost limits, here. Especially when we learn that "a point current view, "there is no need to dismiss but, for reasons of retirement, Swissmetal will lay off 35 people anyway, out of production (and therefore rather small heads in Dornach). The only advantage of the relief supervisor, this will be Jean-Pierre Tardent, who managed to sneak in again to get the position of Director for Research & Development, Technical Marketing and Quality Management ", no less.


What else?

can turn the problem as you will, but Swissmetal Boillat with and is soon down the road. For Swissmetal, it will be with joy. The pain of their incompetence they explode in the face is nothing compared to what Martinou, and their second Fridou and deserve, but at least they will know that in this story, the idiots were not those they believed. Karl hopes that in the shareholding, someone will want to repay the attacker to justice. For Boillat, it will be with sadness. Boillat products have not been replaced and there would always be a place for a smelter that produces real quality. But how can a free press could cast it get there?

Life sometimes surprises and one of them, an extraordinary, celebrates its 3 years today. Happy birthday to you, the strikers!

Friday, January 9, 2009

Quotes From Deathwatch The Book By Robb White

WTF! 1! oneeleven! 1! Ultmte weapwn any1? Now

I dropped Pauline, this bitch. Pauline was the embers of my incandescent ballistics punctilious my implosion, Pauline, Pauline was well under-shit. Eight months for nothing, eight months to repaint the bathroom of his comfort clinic, more than a paperclip which, over white sauce in my kebabs, defrost the fridge once every two months, all in the name of joint account and a life that is conceived more in terms of compromise.
eight months. One evening I asked her if she is interested in bondage, and this bitch is laughing: a trick frustrated it says, the handjob at a discount for Führers who are unaware. The next day I picked up the white sauce.
Göring fuck you, you and your pussy sticky, your life in jars, the passion that is nothing if not to wipe his ass for not dirty the sheets.
Devastated as a break skin (Francky explains it well: it goes under the skin), I siphoned my vodka in search of oblivion came back to me and my life slimy. On a forum, the guys played aristos folklore SM, evoking a kind of exaltation sly bitch Nietzsche, an American on the scope Gothicism, bisexual and fetish: Ginger. Redhead, breasts like a torpedo and a smile to distract you from the Panzers. Clear sign of fate, a fledgling promoting francophonie corresponding feverish with my muse of the moment. Exchange of banalities fat she invariably punctuated aphorisms said Friedrich; Péteux not for a penny, just a trivial pursuit atavistic mystical grandfather had introduced him to simple joys of pataphysical for two rednecks jobbery nipple. It was the style of the family, past trauma heavy mute, a true borderline catalog. Existences are crossed, so they say. The weeks moved into our religious inclinations, and sudden revelation: she no longer loves her life laced with hysteria, these fantasies as she devours the dead bodies of his lovers to leave, this little flesh trade tied , submitted and devoid of substance and what substance? There are more than pleased to be cold naked in the arms of strangers, an existential cage measuring its bid. His writing is purgatory, conduct detailed life of a pornstar for the edification of the masses quiet. Testimony.

End of quotes. Happy New Year friend.
So, besides the text reeks of boredom, what can we say? Because, and this effort, I decided to say, here gissent my resolutions.
I say this text is probably the most boring bruised authenticity. However, authenticity does not she value most remarkably of all sucks? I start the debate, yet a stone into the pond of self-righteousness. And now I'm going to vomit. The two fingers into the glottis. 2009, still musty.