Monday, October 25, 2010
Amortization Schedule Of Icici Bank Car Loan
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Emily 18 Quien Es Information
To you I ask how are you
even though I know that you're not like me
never good nor evil
You your scissors
your fantasies and save you enough
never get away
But for you
I cry a little '
but if you understand even a thousandth of a soul
already know perfectly
who are not able
Then, after all,
to apologize
not you change something and it's quite late
to continue to let him slide
something that does not exist
To you my friend instead
waiting for a dream
that go through without sweating
and ask me words, understanding
Sorry
the manufacturer of closed
words and understand
believe it is appropriate to try the next life
You who laugh and
suffice it seems that you want to try too
We sometimes teach me to play more
you doing?
for you then you are content with yourself or you try
not so that the world revolves
least from here it does not seem
course if you are able to succeed better
I can never say that I agree
but I'll make you my compliments
For every war
one step, every day we do not see
For each masturbation
more or less mental
and loneliness for each
For all this life and blessed
fucking
greetings from inside here do not know if
distinct
Name maybe it's better that you write
Is 256 Mb Alot Of Memory For A Psp
the road becomes a tangle of lines
strokes distracted
violent and delicate as the wind you through
even more distracted and not
you have even a moment to make it a breath
losing consciousness
have
legs reaching out toward a foothold indefinite
perhaps the place I call home
I never heard
belong to me so much
run and run
the blood that burns
and the rain wets
rain is a doodle
as the road
as entirely outside of the pure and simple
run
so that forgets self
or that's how it turns out real?
not words
perception not only a burning desire to never stop
I always remember this jump on a precipice
that if you look at the precipice
I would remind you through each day
which I consider a day wasted
not stop or stop, brother
to turn that damn noise is
air
confused scrawled
like rain as the road
in the air that the lungs
deny that sometimes there are two eyes
two eyes, if you think about it,
with all the other things that make a man
neither more nor less than we
shame that falls upon us to run
up the wall to shout "free"
up the wall to feel the chills
border between joy and fear
or
is fortunate that at least we run
open my eyes
capture some 'oxygen
we were the precipice
wind
scribbled we
undefined for an infinite time
that if the infinite exists
should be something like
at a time so I open my eyes
tachycardia
peace is not got a god to thank
Thank you for hours
the door behind me
that retraces the border
between me and that heavy rain that rain sick
everything resumed its contours
the gradient opacity
back in shape and color
dark, ok, but color
I look at my hands and I think
, swearing,
for what this city can
not kill me
this city will not kill me
Friday, October 15, 2010
White Floaties In Urine
Last night the same dream, strangely but with a different special. I'm at the station and I must catch a train. It 's all like a maze, a thousand thousand rooms and corridors and I do and as always I do not know why I do not know where to go, but I have to hurry. I move as if I knew perfectly take such corridors and rooms in which to enter and beside me there is always Divine. I know a shortcut, but you have to go through a door on which there is a giant billboard that says "no access". I look at him and ask advice, and of course I said not to cross the soglia.Mentre other dreams will always come back and give up, tonight I opened the door and entered .... and the train was waiting for me there. I get on the train, I sit down .. I look around and sola.LUI are no longer there.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Red Lobster Hiring Dishwasher
I like to play with type I am staying.