Friday, October 24, 2008
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A dream. Also I want to acculturate
Once I had a dream, I lived in this dream I was born and died.
Like the blink of an eyelash, every life spent in the illusion of eternity.
One day I realized I wanted to dream and waking, I found a new world in which they lived are not born they would die.
was a beautiful world and lived there for a moment, between the heartbeat and the next, I touched the glass to become the eternal soul. But the sound of claws cracked realized once again realizing that I'm not dreaming I sleep but I am just a dream.
Whose dream?
Soul, God, a cat sleeping on my bed?
Or maybe I'm just the dream of the bear in hibernation?
Once I had a dream, I lived in this dream I was born and died.
Like the blink of an eyelash, every life spent in the illusion of eternity.
One day I realized I wanted to dream and waking, I found a new world in which they lived are not born they would die.
was a beautiful world and lived there for a moment, between the heartbeat and the next, I touched the glass to become the eternal soul. But the sound of claws cracked realized once again realizing that I'm not dreaming I sleep but I am just a dream.
Whose dream?
Soul, God, a cat sleeping on my bed?
Or maybe I'm just the dream of the bear in hibernation?
Tonight I found myself in a world forgotten
dark thoughts and poignant verses
moaned my heart long forgotten
in sound terse shining stars.
Dark foot in the grave
finger shining in the moonlight
hairy belly in the air and move
lambivan creation dreaming the dune.
Laces and ties the hands cingean
horrible ugly, dirty blood,
memories of a forgotten tomorrow
voiceless were speaking three languages.
Oh if I could move my finger
raise your foot from the ditch
navigate to the forbidden sea
tearing her dress touched the heart.
But I prefer to stay
among many gifts that the stomach receives
I agreed to become
regretting the day that I will be covered by snow.
joy and happiness from black to white will one day be revealed
orquando eyes open the bear from his enchanted world.
dark thoughts and poignant verses
moaned my heart long forgotten
in sound terse shining stars.
Dark foot in the grave
finger shining in the moonlight
hairy belly in the air and move
lambivan creation dreaming the dune.
Laces and ties the hands cingean
horrible ugly, dirty blood,
memories of a forgotten tomorrow
voiceless were speaking three languages.
Oh if I could move my finger
raise your foot from the ditch
navigate to the forbidden sea
tearing her dress touched the heart.
But I prefer to stay
among many gifts that the stomach receives
I agreed to become
regretting the day that I will be covered by snow.
joy and happiness from black to white will one day be revealed
orquando eyes open the bear from his enchanted world.
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Italy.
(Thanks to exist are always in our hearts.)
Since the good old Silvio decided to give the Italians the opportunity to get an education complete in all respects to view of the new university with its freedom, I do not want to be outdone and a master's gift to all young graduates in this option.
(Thanks to exist are always in our hearts.)
Since the good old Silvio decided to give the Italians the opportunity to get an education complete in all respects to view of the new university with its freedom, I do not want to be outdone and a master's gift to all young graduates in this option.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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The Sixth Sense.
What is sixth sense?
think you are a painter carelessly and you'll know only after painting the picture that the color you used is identical to the canvas.
landscapes, seas, mountains, alluring woman showing her breasts and men dormant leafless tree breathing the silence of the moment, everything you've given from your heart is there in front of you but nobody can see it. Not even yourself when you open your eyes beaming from the world of creation you can see. So in these cases, the painter also painted the picture using his own blood, drop by drop and the red turns brown, then black, then suddenly a flash followed by the pink that turns yellow in the hope of blue to green to return indigo scarlet, as high as low, presumptuous and unnecessary, humble as dominant. And so the picture can be observed, comes to life in the drop paid, takes the color that has been donated. The painter died happily in the framework and spirit back to observe how far and near, let the breath from the heart, eyes off the beam.
But in horror as the painter realizes that the painting is not his, what he sees, his impression of the blood, is not what I had painted with a firm hand and secure mail in the eye and mind of creation. What you see is it? E 'view of the beam that goes the heart, the sacrifice is sound, is the smell of spilled blood, is dell''ignoranza last touch, the taste is too late the error lies.
Yet behind those five senses, behind the stain as beautiful as deadly as the war and the woman from breast-cheek, there is hidden and lost his sixth sense.
The bear that screams behind ready to eat you up in a dark forest illuminated by the moonlight and you hear it?
emits light that the woman lying on the beach in the sun you see it?
in white on white, black on black, the man feels the design of the artist but also the silent wonder of unknown blood.
is what is the sixth sense.
If you do not understand what night you come to bear in the woods and I'll explain it in person. 
What is sixth sense? think you are a painter carelessly and you'll know only after painting the picture that the color you used is identical to the canvas.
landscapes, seas, mountains, alluring woman showing her breasts and men dormant leafless tree breathing the silence of the moment, everything you've given from your heart is there in front of you but nobody can see it. Not even yourself when you open your eyes beaming from the world of creation you can see. So in these cases, the painter also painted the picture using his own blood, drop by drop and the red turns brown, then black, then suddenly a flash followed by the pink that turns yellow in the hope of blue to green to return indigo scarlet, as high as low, presumptuous and unnecessary, humble as dominant. And so the picture can be observed, comes to life in the drop paid, takes the color that has been donated. The painter died happily in the framework and spirit back to observe how far and near, let the breath from the heart, eyes off the beam.
But in horror as the painter realizes that the painting is not his, what he sees, his impression of the blood, is not what I had painted with a firm hand and secure mail in the eye and mind of creation. What you see is it? E 'view of the beam that goes the heart, the sacrifice is sound, is the smell of spilled blood, is dell''ignoranza last touch, the taste is too late the error lies.
Yet behind those five senses, behind the stain as beautiful as deadly as the war and the woman from breast-cheek, there is hidden and lost his sixth sense.
The bear that screams behind ready to eat you up in a dark forest illuminated by the moonlight and you hear it?
emits light that the woman lying on the beach in the sun you see it?
in white on white, black on black, the man feels the design of the artist but also the silent wonder of unknown blood.
is what is the sixth sense.
If you do not understand what night you come to bear in the woods and I'll explain it in person.
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The shamanic dance.
The cartoon sucks because I killed the editor of the blog have to dress that way, so it was not able to draw well with the arms broken.
Let's talk about a subject little known, but quite expensive to bears wer: dance. It also bears
we wer dance, despite the belly. The dance, however, is not that you human beings, each bear has its existence during the course and uses it to dance between the worlds. Some shamans have copied from us bears wer such movements, putting on a very strange theory about why you should dance in a certain way and not in another, the theory goes by the name of shamanic dance. But it will be good to tell with
order as shamans came to dance between the worlds.
all began thousands of years ago, when man began to ask themselves important questions about how and why when you eat. Among these men there was one in particular that these questions constantly repeated, so that you often forgot the last part just asking how and why.
Ask a stone "how, why?"
Ask a fruit "how, why?"
ask another man who did bad its thirteen concubines "how, why?", Got an answer only in the latter case, he became the fourteenth concubine. So
claims and men, and one day one of them ended up in a dark cave, so dark he could not see even himself. It so happened that in that same cave bear winters particularly nasty werewolf (wer characteristic of us bears, three winners for eons in a row the best smile award dislike of the multiverse) that as soon as he heard the man walking in the dark he decided to make them a joke.
"Hey man" said the bear werewolf with a hollow voice, "you know the answers to your questions?" added, shaking the darkness.
The man replied, "Yes, I want to know how and why of everything." The bear
werewolf said, "If you want to know you have to learn to dance between the worlds locked inside yourself."
The man replied, "I do not understand what you mean, but to teach dance I want to know "
" Will not that bad, "said the bear ravening werewolf and the man they were only the bones, then wrapped in wolf skin and put it on the skull of crow feathers.
" Then you understand shaman how to dance in the dark for travel between the worlds? "said the bear werewolf.
The shaman was silent for nearly a thousand years and then said" no ".
through again what happened and how it came to that conclusion.
At first he had seen the shaman in the silence of not being a body, not flesh, not bones, but even to be an egg.
"Shit," thought the first few seconds after the shaman, "is an egg."
It remained so for a hundred years to find an answer the question "Which came first the chicken or the egg?" but left the question is not answered. Then he realized that more research on it was actually a particular egg, if you touch a point (not the famous G) began to see and to feel as if he had a real body.
was a point of contact through which they passed the wire, he would have called intermittent contact point if there had been electricity in those days, but the point called 'union.
So the shaman discovered after a hundred years, the meeting point.
fingering went on everything, and then discovered that he could move under certain conditions. Each time she moved she saw different things, real as much as him.
He began to live in other worlds, so much that he forgot to be an egg and went back to being a man.
passed so nearly a thousand years, then one night the shaman was cold as he had discovered the bones and went out of his hut, looking at the stars in the sky.
We do not know how or why but he remembered that moment of being an egg again, then said "just wanted to leave quest'uovo.
opened the egg, a difficult task since it was open as himself, the day he was celebrating the resurrection of a man who was not dead, and discovered something I never would have expected.
Ragnoni out of the egg was filled with giant chains wove wire as thick as an egg to another. Hundreds of thousands of eggs were linked by wires, and even more were the spiders were moving briskly from one egg to another.
"Hello," said the shaman to a spider that had stopped staring at him amazed.
"I am a spider's egg? Is your son?" said the shaman looking for answers to his questions.
The spider started to laugh, a laugh horrible and rotten, and wringing its eight legs said "you our son?" No, you're just our supper. "
shaman ran out of her shell now broke and ran down the threads of fate, sharp as knives, thinner than a hair and stronger than diamond. He ran for an infinite time, about a second, and then fell in a vacuum.
And so that woke the silence answered "no" bear werewolf. The bear
werewolf said, "I was a bit bad to let you know the truth man shaman," and then a sigh he added, "go back to your brothers and tell a sea of \u200b\u200bbales on the dance of shamans, about traveling in the worlds, and upon being exist for answers to questions that you forgot. "
The shaman said, still shocked, "you'll like this, but I'll never talk of dancing bears werewolves." 
The cartoon sucks because I killed the editor of the blog have to dress that way, so it was not able to draw well with the arms broken.
Let's talk about a subject little known, but quite expensive to bears wer: dance. It also bears
we wer dance, despite the belly. The dance, however, is not that you human beings, each bear has its existence during the course and uses it to dance between the worlds. Some shamans have copied from us bears wer such movements, putting on a very strange theory about why you should dance in a certain way and not in another, the theory goes by the name of shamanic dance. But it will be good to tell with
order as shamans came to dance between the worlds.
all began thousands of years ago, when man began to ask themselves important questions about how and why when you eat. Among these men there was one in particular that these questions constantly repeated, so that you often forgot the last part just asking how and why.
Ask a stone "how, why?"
Ask a fruit "how, why?"
ask another man who did bad its thirteen concubines "how, why?", Got an answer only in the latter case, he became the fourteenth concubine. So
claims and men, and one day one of them ended up in a dark cave, so dark he could not see even himself. It so happened that in that same cave bear winters particularly nasty werewolf (wer characteristic of us bears, three winners for eons in a row the best smile award dislike of the multiverse) that as soon as he heard the man walking in the dark he decided to make them a joke.
"Hey man" said the bear werewolf with a hollow voice, "you know the answers to your questions?" added, shaking the darkness.
The man replied, "Yes, I want to know how and why of everything." The bear
werewolf said, "If you want to know you have to learn to dance between the worlds locked inside yourself."
The man replied, "I do not understand what you mean, but to teach dance I want to know "
" Will not that bad, "said the bear ravening werewolf and the man they were only the bones, then wrapped in wolf skin and put it on the skull of crow feathers.
" Then you understand shaman how to dance in the dark for travel between the worlds? "said the bear werewolf.
The shaman was silent for nearly a thousand years and then said" no ".
through again what happened and how it came to that conclusion.
At first he had seen the shaman in the silence of not being a body, not flesh, not bones, but even to be an egg.
"Shit," thought the first few seconds after the shaman, "is an egg."
It remained so for a hundred years to find an answer the question "Which came first the chicken or the egg?" but left the question is not answered. Then he realized that more research on it was actually a particular egg, if you touch a point (not the famous G) began to see and to feel as if he had a real body.
was a point of contact through which they passed the wire, he would have called intermittent contact point if there had been electricity in those days, but the point called 'union.
So the shaman discovered after a hundred years, the meeting point.
fingering went on everything, and then discovered that he could move under certain conditions. Each time she moved she saw different things, real as much as him.
He began to live in other worlds, so much that he forgot to be an egg and went back to being a man.
passed so nearly a thousand years, then one night the shaman was cold as he had discovered the bones and went out of his hut, looking at the stars in the sky.
We do not know how or why but he remembered that moment of being an egg again, then said "just wanted to leave quest'uovo.
opened the egg, a difficult task since it was open as himself, the day he was celebrating the resurrection of a man who was not dead, and discovered something I never would have expected.
Ragnoni out of the egg was filled with giant chains wove wire as thick as an egg to another. Hundreds of thousands of eggs were linked by wires, and even more were the spiders were moving briskly from one egg to another.
"Hello," said the shaman to a spider that had stopped staring at him amazed.
"I am a spider's egg? Is your son?" said the shaman looking for answers to his questions.
The spider started to laugh, a laugh horrible and rotten, and wringing its eight legs said "you our son?" No, you're just our supper. "
shaman ran out of her shell now broke and ran down the threads of fate, sharp as knives, thinner than a hair and stronger than diamond. He ran for an infinite time, about a second, and then fell in a vacuum.
And so that woke the silence answered "no" bear werewolf. The bear
werewolf said, "I was a bit bad to let you know the truth man shaman," and then a sigh he added, "go back to your brothers and tell a sea of \u200b\u200bbales on the dance of shamans, about traveling in the worlds, and upon being exist for answers to questions that you forgot. "
The shaman said, still shocked, "you'll like this, but I'll never talk of dancing bears werewolves."
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Canto illusion.
Today I am serious, not tomorrow and not yesterday, and in a little 'and just before either.
So at the moment that the claws on the glass quiver you dedicate three poems that tell of an argument expensive and unknown to man.
are all the same story, the same story repeated countless times to no avail.
The story of the man who is deluded.
The circle of illusion.
shaggy coat of the bear
singer torn glove man dreaming. Raven
lone tree hanging
emit the sound of bated breath,
echoes in the world the vibrant note
captured the true shaman dance. You slept on the glass suspended
eternal gift of God
tasteless winter hours
awakened from sleep forced
raises the lion's roar
winged eagle blessed
emit the sound of the sea lapping the perfect sphere.
Passion hid the broken dream
radius of iridescent glass hand,
languid caress of the silver wire
now left to the child of sin.
Use the claw of the wolf
golden sun breaks the glass silver
indeed uncover the truth
infernal shade suspended from the ford of evil. Nothing exists in the reflection
broken and the God Delusion that I created.
The circle of elements.
The sigh welcomes the beloved land
licking the pouring rain in the sky like snow whitens the aisle
built by the magma of black hair.
echoing the sound of harmony
running on the wings of the wind lost
still has the flavor of the straight path
immersed in the memory locked in time.
Oh if I could now be
demon and angel in my presence
would avoid the pending trial date
gaining the respect of the elements. They laugh at my thoughts
chanting songs of dancing fauns
yet understand the pain in their black
left by those who saw the steaming coils.
Here the circle closes opening
sea air and ground fire
emitting the breath that I am
aisle with a little white collapses.
Everything is repeated in endless loop
illusion that is pointing the finger.
The circle of life.
In the memory you turn on the fire,
ancestral legacy of the double quivering, innocent flesh
served by the cook, ivory
history oozing mind. Remember the heat off
key eye stained glass? Lost in oblivion
the sacred wind
illuminating the foot on the black sun.
By now it is time to call him the future fate
epitaph past hidden in the dark who loves
black light of the sun hidden and guarded.
enlightened breaking the ring in the circle
detached stained with disdain
go fighting with the sword the beautiful
master actor who has your heart in pawn.
However, the glass does not break the sound vermilion
accepts the silence watching the child.
The three intersecting circles, sacred and sacrilegious, in the hands of man.
break or Chains? The obvious answer is why you're here. 
Today I am serious, not tomorrow and not yesterday, and in a little 'and just before either.
So at the moment that the claws on the glass quiver you dedicate three poems that tell of an argument expensive and unknown to man.
are all the same story, the same story repeated countless times to no avail.
The story of the man who is deluded.
The circle of illusion.
shaggy coat of the bear
singer torn glove man dreaming. Raven
lone tree hanging
emit the sound of bated breath,
echoes in the world the vibrant note
captured the true shaman dance. You slept on the glass suspended
eternal gift of God
tasteless winter hours
awakened from sleep forced
raises the lion's roar
winged eagle blessed
emit the sound of the sea lapping the perfect sphere.
Passion hid the broken dream
radius of iridescent glass hand,
languid caress of the silver wire
now left to the child of sin.
Use the claw of the wolf
golden sun breaks the glass silver
indeed uncover the truth
infernal shade suspended from the ford of evil. Nothing exists in the reflection
broken and the God Delusion that I created.
The circle of elements.
The sigh welcomes the beloved land
licking the pouring rain in the sky like snow whitens the aisle
built by the magma of black hair.
echoing the sound of harmony
running on the wings of the wind lost
still has the flavor of the straight path
immersed in the memory locked in time.
Oh if I could now be
demon and angel in my presence
would avoid the pending trial date
gaining the respect of the elements. They laugh at my thoughts
chanting songs of dancing fauns
yet understand the pain in their black
left by those who saw the steaming coils.
Here the circle closes opening
sea air and ground fire
emitting the breath that I am
aisle with a little white collapses.
Everything is repeated in endless loop
illusion that is pointing the finger.
The circle of life.
In the memory you turn on the fire,
ancestral legacy of the double quivering, innocent flesh
served by the cook, ivory
history oozing mind. Remember the heat off
key eye stained glass? Lost in oblivion
the sacred wind
illuminating the foot on the black sun.
By now it is time to call him the future fate
epitaph past hidden in the dark who loves
black light of the sun hidden and guarded.
enlightened breaking the ring in the circle
detached stained with disdain
go fighting with the sword the beautiful
master actor who has your heart in pawn.
However, the glass does not break the sound vermilion
accepts the silence watching the child.
The three intersecting circles, sacred and sacrilegious, in the hands of man.
break or Chains? The obvious answer is why you're here.
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A talk on msn (part 2).
It had been just 22 and I was munching on something. Lately I'm a little 'overweight then I eat continuously for not thinking about it.
This idea came to me reading a book called "the power of the mind." Where he said that the mind has great power, can influence and attract everything with our thoughts negative than what we fear.
right now I thought that if my problem is the excessive weight (my weight is 250kg but I am touching the 300) and my mind to make me gain weight just do not think about it, so what is the best non-fattening and way to not think for us bears wer? Eating
course.
I had some doubts about this theory when they are increased by 20 kg in a few weeks, just to reassure myself I went to find the author of the book that I read.
This guy said he did not exist and that I was merely the outcome of his mind when he saw me.
There was a little hurt by his response so I devoured it, but if this is so convinced of his theory on power appliccarla of mind forever, even when he sees a bear of 2.5 m to 300kg to break through the wall of the house, it probably is true then I continue to eat to avoid thinking about the fact that I'm gaining weight too.
Well, excuse the digression, but when it comes to flesh bears wer we always lose the thread.
I said that was just after 22 and I was munching on when I get the trill of msn, michela86 the user wants to communicate with me.
publishing the log of the discussion.
Michela86: hello!
Bear Sbranatore: hello!
Michela86: what a nice nick you have.
Sbranatore Bear: I know.
Michela86: I have strange the feeling of knowing you.
Sbranatore Bear: I know many people.
Michela86: How old are you?
Sbranatore Bear: I am 22 years old, born on 24/06/1986 and I love to ride and watch the sea at sunset.
Michela86: Unbelievable! me too .... but I also ... ...
Bear Sbranatore: everything written on your msn profile, do not be surprised.
Michela86: k, is that I thought you were someone special. You know I'm looking for something but do not know what.
Bear sbranatore: look around.
Michela86: you're right I really should write a system to my life I should find someone to love real and not waste time with the loves disco.
Bear sbranatore: look around.
Michela86: maybe you're right, I have to stop thinking that I'll never find love before they start looking for him. You know I feel really tired.
sbranatore Bear: No, look around now, turn your head and tell me what you see.
Michela86: but what? the room is all dark.
sbranatore Bear: Do not see anything?
Michela86: no it's dark I'm afraid, do not leave me.
Bear sbranatore: quiet at the beginning is always dark.
You
michela86 disconnected.
I see her run to the sea, the radiant face and blond hair blowing in the wind. The sun goes down languidly on the water on fire. She sits on the beach, you know that something is missing but does not know what. It is no longer important, just want to sleep on the beach after a hard day. He does not remember what he did, it is peaceful. He put a hand on her shoulder and she looks at me wonderingly for a moment, then turns his gaze to the sea and says "the day is over it?".
"Yes" I reply, "and even a few moments the sun will disappear."
not remember anything of the car crash that killed her one night while returning from a disco. Of her friends death who were with her car. The funeral where friends and relatives despaired for a life destroyed for no apparent reason.
sobs of the mother able to break the silence of the stones and destroyed his father too well to cry.
was sitting there, he began to forget his dreams.
The beautiful white horse had long disappeared and the sky began to become gray.
"It 's all my fault, right?" she said, placing his hand on mine.
"It 's important to know?" I said.
"yes" she said
"Then you already know the answer," I said.
The sun went down, leaving the pitch black sea. She smiled sweetly
disappeared, but he knew it was too late.
Note the writer of the blog.
The story is purely invented, even if it takes as input a piece of news, any of the ones that recently ravaged the lives of many people.
Do not throw away your dreams for a drink, life is shorter than you can imagine.
This idea came to me reading a book called "the power of the mind." Where he said that the mind has great power, can influence and attract everything with our thoughts negative than what we fear.
right now I thought that if my problem is the excessive weight (my weight is 250kg but I am touching the 300) and my mind to make me gain weight just do not think about it, so what is the best non-fattening and way to not think for us bears wer? Eating
course.
I had some doubts about this theory when they are increased by 20 kg in a few weeks, just to reassure myself I went to find the author of the book that I read.
This guy said he did not exist and that I was merely the outcome of his mind when he saw me.
There was a little hurt by his response so I devoured it, but if this is so convinced of his theory on power appliccarla of mind forever, even when he sees a bear of 2.5 m to 300kg to break through the wall of the house, it probably is true then I continue to eat to avoid thinking about the fact that I'm gaining weight too.
Well, excuse the digression, but when it comes to flesh bears wer we always lose the thread.
I said that was just after 22 and I was munching on when I get the trill of msn, michela86 the user wants to communicate with me.
publishing the log of the discussion.
Michela86: hello!
Bear Sbranatore: hello!
Michela86: what a nice nick you have.
Sbranatore Bear: I know.
Michela86: I have strange the feeling of knowing you.
Sbranatore Bear: I know many people.
Michela86: How old are you?
Sbranatore Bear: I am 22 years old, born on 24/06/1986 and I love to ride and watch the sea at sunset.
Michela86: Unbelievable! me too .... but I also ... ...
Bear Sbranatore: everything written on your msn profile, do not be surprised.
Michela86: k, is that I thought you were someone special. You know I'm looking for something but do not know what.
Bear sbranatore: look around.
Michela86: you're right I really should write a system to my life I should find someone to love real and not waste time with the loves disco.
Bear sbranatore: look around.
Michela86: maybe you're right, I have to stop thinking that I'll never find love before they start looking for him. You know I feel really tired.
sbranatore Bear: No, look around now, turn your head and tell me what you see.
Michela86: but what? the room is all dark.
sbranatore Bear: Do not see anything?
Michela86: no it's dark I'm afraid, do not leave me.
Bear sbranatore: quiet at the beginning is always dark.
You
michela86 disconnected.
I see her run to the sea, the radiant face and blond hair blowing in the wind. The sun goes down languidly on the water on fire. She sits on the beach, you know that something is missing but does not know what. It is no longer important, just want to sleep on the beach after a hard day. He does not remember what he did, it is peaceful. He put a hand on her shoulder and she looks at me wonderingly for a moment, then turns his gaze to the sea and says "the day is over it?".
"Yes" I reply, "and even a few moments the sun will disappear."
not remember anything of the car crash that killed her one night while returning from a disco. Of her friends death who were with her car. The funeral where friends and relatives despaired for a life destroyed for no apparent reason.
sobs of the mother able to break the silence of the stones and destroyed his father too well to cry.
was sitting there, he began to forget his dreams.
The beautiful white horse had long disappeared and the sky began to become gray.
"It 's all my fault, right?" she said, placing his hand on mine.
"It 's important to know?" I said.
"yes" she said
"Then you already know the answer," I said.
The sun went down, leaving the pitch black sea. She smiled sweetly
disappeared, but he knew it was too late.
Note the writer of the blog.
The story is purely invented, even if it takes as input a piece of news, any of the ones that recently ravaged the lives of many people.
Do not throw away your dreams for a drink, life is shorter than you can imagine.
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Well for the two million readers who have read the history of man he sees the reflection in her eye shadow, the shadow or reflection in the mirror of the self, never remember which one may safely leave and not read what I'm writing now.
And I will not even the summary, as this story is handed down from generations of bears wer up to the ancient prehistoric bear who delighted to write the story about graffiti in the caves to get to sleep before hibernation. What
now I'm about to tell is the transcript of the dialogue between the man was useless, and the shadow that bites your ass, no one has ever read and no one ever read despite being written and rewritten a million times for generations men groped for bear to impress women bear.
The story now becomes almost interesting, and two million readers of the story pointless despite my warning they read up to here can stop reading. Last warning
then start beating sbranerò hands and your flesh to the seventh generation.
The story begins.
useless man: Who the fuck are you?
Shadow: guess!
Men's useless: I hate riddles, I saw that flourishes behind me when I stared at my left eye but I do not know who the fuck you are.
Shadow: I'm one that bites you on the ass every morning, every night, every moment of your time and dull life.
Men's useless: I do not understand how you can bite my ass and I do not feel any pain.
Shadow: Ah ah ah you mean that you do not feel pain? You're just pathetic, if not you have the most appetizing ass I have ever bitten me sick to think that I would have to live with you.
useless man: What? However now I do not bite your ass, I'm here in front of the mirror and I see you answer me, tell me who you are!
Shadow: it is difficult to answer this question, "I" was already taken by that sparabubbole of God who enjoys hurting people killing them for ever, so the verb form best I can find to describe myself is " I am the devil. " But that definition is so simplistic that I almost ashamed to have it delivered without having to transform.
And so saying, the shadow slowly took the shape of a large satyr, a being six feet tall with goat hooves and legs, torso, arms sinewy, bearded head and horns. The
useless man turned and saw the huge almost be in contact with him, his breath was so hot that they form clouds of steam rose in the humid spiral.
The man gave a little cry, was surprised a few things, the last time he was astonished when his wife showed them the vibrator altars used for tribal dances propedeudiche visnùs the destruction of civilization, famous for the enormous amount of legged beings that dared to show off civilization and which aroused the ire of neighbors system which engaged the troops of sumarniaz to destroy their civilization.
"dad" said one of the children out the door, "are you okay?" .
Men's useless: you son, I'm talking with the devil do not worry.
"want me to call my mother?" said the son, worried that small cry that his father had started. Men
useless: no, row and do your homework or I'll fire the ps3.
The son ran away to hide the ps3 the only place where his father had never looked at or inside the ps3 of his brother. But as the ps3 was destroyed because of a damn game, although relevant and crucial to this tale, it will made no mention.
Useless man: So you're the devil!
Devil: I repeat a truism.
Men's useless too.
Devil: You're the first among millions of people who bite my ass woke up at 10:15 on a Monday in September this year, you usually wake up when close to death in an attempt to avoid the inevitable and regret the unspeakable can see my presence biting sinking his teeth into the most delicious meal you can imagine. Men
useless: you make me sick.
The devil came out a long tongue and red reaching up to the chest.
Devil: bite me if you want to know the language, or turn around and look in the mirror as you do every day. You'll see that everything will disappear and not remember having watched in the left eye back to sleep for ever as it should be.
Needless to say, useless man sank his teeth into the language of the devil, otherwise it would be useless to another story came out when he left the job would go to the bathroom after eating and you have told in detail of the flame forum between him and heaving boobs tits CiccioX relatively Strawberry.
But it was not so, the records of the register Ursino, all meticulously written on bark of maple using blood as ink jet pen and as the nail of the anus, as the report clearly useless man sank his teeth into the language of the devil .
Man suffered in a second punishment that no man could ever suffer forever, as was the language modersi while nougat chewing hard or look like a spot of mobile phones and smart restraint.
The world disappeared around the man saw no point in only the satyr who was swimming in the pitch black, he was so black that he could only see clearly that the devil himself and gave off a faint light. The long red tongue which was left hanging by his teeth was like magnetized, was unable to open his mouth. So he stayed silent for a time was probably eternal, but maybe not, however, after a few seconds he stopped the satyr.
Devil Staccfati pfosso pfarlare not so.
useless man: Where are we? He pulled
the language of the devil when the devil asked.
Devil: We are in the all or nothing, I brought you by God's sparabubbole Usually people want to talk to him after he woke up to find out the reason for their existence unnecessary.
Men's useless: I have always thought that the Devil and God were enemies.
Devil: All bullshit, we always drink a beer after the end of time and just before the beginning of the universe.
useless man: But where is God who does not see it?
God: I am!
useless man: God? Where are you do not see you!
God: I am!
Devil will go on for much longer? He said
and indicating a point in the dark showed no use to man God
Useless man: Shit I did not think so .... in this way.
God: Thanks, now let me if you want a question or two, or three, or four or vabbe so you understand I'm here for ages and I'm bored. Men
useless because ...... um ..... fuck I can not think of any question after I saw you ... I fucking did not think so.
God all so after seeing me, then I'm right to not want me to show mah.
Devil: I have always said God you need a redesign of the image take me for example, are beautiful, bono, hairy and gifted. Women love me turning around and around give me free to groups of six or seven Saturdays of each month for each year of each century, each time this strafottutissimo world you've created.
God: but thou deceive, promise them success and fame just to let you give, you do not and do not do it.
said God moves along the finger to the devil.
Devil: sorry God but I do not know you saw me, what do I do with this thing that ..... censored
God :........... censored
.......
censored censored
maple log from the transcriber's note, this part has been censored by a bear that wer believed that certain things could not be heard by the ears of small caste of bear werewolf, not knowing that those same small you were the magazines play blowjobs bear.
Men
useless so that's how it really works?
God and Devil: yes! Men
useless shit really all I know.
Well the story is over, one of these days I'll tell you the existential problems of man's neighbor were useless addressed by an invasion of cockroaches sentient.
nice time of your useless lives, always remember ... censored
Famous Holocaust Sayings
A talk on msn. A most interesting story
I have been accused of not putting enough pictures in my blog.
After I devoured the accuser thought I'd put some random smiley:
So not to complain and think to put those smilies in a case in point of my speech.
all started three or four days ago when I decided to use a program used by many practices for sado-masochistic tendencies with self-injurious markedly coprophilia or MSN.
After I registered with the nickname "Bear Sbranatore," and you have specified in my profile "does not spaccatemi balls with silly talk" I receive an ad from a certain "michela86.
agree to talk to her, after all I've seen humans take a baseball bat hits the ball for 20 minutes.
michela86: hello!
Bear Sbranatore: hello!
michela86: cute nicknames that you have! <--- Faccetta a caso di quelle che ho postato, d'ora in poi non lo scrivo più ma fate conto che ogni frase mette una faccetta. Sbranatore Bear: it's a nickname that describes me, I'm a bear and a sbranatore.
Michela86: cool!
Sbranatore Bear: ...
Michela86: How old are you?
Bear Sbranatore: 22
Michela86: wow like me!
Sbranatore Bear: I know.
Michela86, and when were you born?
Sbranatore Bear: the 6/24/1986
Michela86: wow what a coincidence too!
Sbranatore Bear: the case ....
Michela86: I love to ride and watch the sea at sunset.
Bear Sbranatore: pure to me.
Michela86: wow but we are made for each other, believe in fate?
Sbranatore Bear: Sure!
Michela86: pure me!
Sbranatore Bear: Do you remember the dreams you made tonight?
Michela86: one in which I rode naked on the beach on a white horse?
Sbranatore Bear: No one in which you and your friends had an accident on the bypass.
Michela86: is true ... I did own that dream, but how do you know what I dreamed?
Bear Sbranatore: because you died in that incident
michela86 The user has logged off. 
I have been accused of not putting enough pictures in my blog.
After I devoured the accuser thought I'd put some random smiley:
So not to complain and think to put those smilies in a case in point of my speech.
all started three or four days ago when I decided to use a program used by many practices for sado-masochistic tendencies with self-injurious markedly coprophilia or MSN.
After I registered with the nickname "Bear Sbranatore," and you have specified in my profile "does not spaccatemi balls with silly talk" I receive an ad from a certain "michela86.
agree to talk to her, after all I've seen humans take a baseball bat hits the ball for 20 minutes.
michela86: hello!
Bear Sbranatore: hello!
michela86: cute nicknames that you have! <--- Faccetta a caso di quelle che ho postato, d'ora in poi non lo scrivo più ma fate conto che ogni frase mette una faccetta. Sbranatore Bear: it's a nickname that describes me, I'm a bear and a sbranatore.
Michela86: cool!
Sbranatore Bear: ...
Michela86: How old are you?
Bear Sbranatore: 22
Michela86: wow like me!
Sbranatore Bear: I know.
Michela86, and when were you born?
Sbranatore Bear: the 6/24/1986
Michela86: wow what a coincidence too!
Sbranatore Bear: the case ....
Michela86: I love to ride and watch the sea at sunset.
Bear Sbranatore: pure to me.
Michela86: wow but we are made for each other, believe in fate?
Sbranatore Bear: Sure!
Michela86: pure me!
Sbranatore Bear: Do you remember the dreams you made tonight?
Michela86: one in which I rode naked on the beach on a white horse?
Sbranatore Bear: No one in which you and your friends had an accident on the bypass.
Michela86: is true ... I did own that dream, but how do you know what I dreamed?
Bear Sbranatore: because you died in that incident
michela86 The user has logged off.
Fasting And Constipation
A story almost as old as the world.
There is a story that has never been told?
Let me tell you that what I'm about to tell is one of those incredible stories, exciting holding their breath until the final tragic moved or make the reader proud. But those stories are told continuously by hired writers, or more with a bear werewolf, how can man recognize something that has not already been described? The new one is unknowable and unrecognizable, only with a mirror we can see it reflected at the back of our being but we'll see anything and when not remember anything when we get to enjoy ourselves.
So you think I am going to tell a new story?
are wrong, my story is almost as old as the world, or maybe more, in the eternal cycles of life is what is constantly repeated in new forms and then what I am about to tell is the story of a man who lives but that has always existed.
You think it's an incredible story that tickles your heart desires to know each other reflected in the sea of \u200b\u200boblivion?
is not even that.
My story is trivial, obvious, almost useless in every aspect.
If you do not mind seeing the black that runs behind your eye, read on.
But be careful if you read one day someone will bite your ass after being sprinkled with vinegar and salt and I certainly will not be held responsible for the fact that you are going around with no ass as I warned you.
The story begins in a world at any time any of this universe, let the Earth at 10:15 on a Monday of the month of September, as the year we when the world believes he has to end, but that does not end, a bit like a hypochondriac patient that you realize you have a swollen prostate.
It is hard to frame this year in the billions of Earth years, but it is important you think it is 2008 years after the birth of a man, or 314 years after the rise of the reptile, or 25,600 before the calamity of Zarkin. In short, you understand that you can believe it or not is a fellow in space and time, as I have said it is a banal story you know but difficult to discern.
The protagonist of this story is a being, a man to make it easier to read, who wakes up one morning at 10.15 after having drunk the night before.
The man takes a shower washing with soap, shower gel hates.
It 's a man who does not exist as such, does not make sense to even give it a name. And the typical man of the evening watching television, read newspapers, eat and brush often works without understanding the difference, and perhaps he also works as reason to eat, eat and broom to sweep only to work and eat the next day. He works in an office on the 12th floor of a huge electronics industry, followed by a dull project that will change the world but he is not crazy and does not want to change it. Is not happy nor unhappy, look at the computer screen and writes lines of code spacing out as you play solitaire or writing in forums galactic crap. Then well if you think about the word crap Galaxy is precisely the juxtaposition of words is ideal for those who shed the white suit in the ether, attracting the attention of Santa Claus but that's another story and I do not think you understand.
back home to his wife, silent as always, she talks and talks about the incredible adventures he had in the morning. He has been shopping, accompanied the children to school, went to Mars to fight the galaxariani, cooked pre-cooked meals are now served on silver plates, but with strict plastic glasses. Urge
a small way, the man's wife is an alien shape-shifter about 2 million and a half years, he knows everything about her because after the first Kiss has released its three languages \u200b\u200band began to tell his first five hundred thousand years old when he was only an egg branchiocerebrale in the constellation Draco, I know that this precision is quite useless since all the wives are alien, but I told you that this was a pointless story that I had, in fact I had to specify it, otherwise it could also seem something useful.
We came then to tell the man to eat, sitting at the table with his wife and his three children, sons unnecessary because the father and mother for whom not even describe them, eat cooked foods. They suck, they come acidity in the stomach, and they move the hair from head to belly. It 's a silent migration of the hair, this would be an interesting story indeed, many men with thick hair can be found after years and years of food cooked with a prominent bald and hairy belly. I could tell of hair heroes who protested against their social position, elevated and dignified, because of indrottinamenti contained in pre-cooked and made war on the scalp. Defeated by the system decided to be reborn in a place where they were more in contact with the source of their ideals, or the belly. But do not narrate the story, do not deal with social tribulations we wer bears, I then I SODDING cubed caste Craste anointed preachers incite large intestine where the intestinal villi to watch shit like the holy grail of a common liberal . So do not make me angry that there is no telling that story.
Man eats cooked food, migrate to the hair, now there are only a few focused on the less "good" in the head and the belly becomes more crowded with a nude beach into a world where there is no form of religion.
The man thinks to work while eating:
but I closed the loop? that error will affect the entire production process by blowing up the factory? That bastard
ciccioX Forum tits heaving a long flame me saying I'm a necrophiliac who prefers the ass of a baboon died at strawberry veronica boobs, asshole!
I have sex with my wife after dinner.
And after the inevitable fist on the table of the wife who says "I won I won, I completed the sudoku, sumarniaz fuck you, dear Toby, Toby, we make preparations." To clarify
sumarniaz is the head of the assault team and rippers Martian man whose wife is a part. The wife is a mercenary ribalziana, Riboli II population of the planet known for their famous martial art based on sex: the kamakiri.
Flik-Flik is a synonym for ensure that children can understand that you mean you want to have sex at all and sundry to exhaustion using any kind of perversion known and unknown.
unnecessary precautions taken by the wife against her three children, partly because the screams when you throw the usual sex, capable of splitting the heads of predatory Martians (this was his favorite tactic during the skirmish before the real clash is based on dance altariana) I doubt that any child decerebration and upholstered hours of game ps3 IV with the game shit-kickers, as were all three of their children, do not understand what they do when Mom and Dad themselves up for hours in the torture chamber. However
sex man as you could understand what is normal and typical of every human being at work when the wife thinks sex uscendosene occasionally with phrases like "I use this call to split the pineal gland to my next enemy ", he thinks of sex when you eat because even be giving it upside down in her erotic jokes, who wants to test the new 69, but all'inpiedi, often gives this effect because the food back up to the brain, especially if it is pre-cooked food.
In those rare moments when the hairs on the belly lies the horrible doubt that he is completely wrong in their life and everything that was actually the puppet in the hands of shady characters that have crippled their ideals to get rich in fat. But certainly passes quickly when you decide to go to the location of the python claudicolante, corrupt, and every ideal is dissolved in a sea of \u200b\u200bsweat and hot boiling water.
So here we come to the crux of the story, to no avail I have described this man, how it works, what to eat, how to have sex.
But I have to describe what happened at 10:15 on Monday that this month of this year.
The man woke up just at that hour, was just out of the shower in a couple of hours had to do the afternoon shift at work and thought, wiping the liters of beer that had swallowed the night before last and flame on the forum heaving tits.
She looked in the mirror, bald, Panza, with small rivulets of steam that rose swaying in spirals.
"I'm very male," said the mirror masseurs the belly gurgling as if still full of beer the previous day. The hair at that time were very happy to have followed their ideal driving the way of the great revival.
Then suddenly all was silent, the man stared at her left eye image in the mirror, he saw himself reflected. He no longer thought to work, nor to eat or to sex. The hair on the belly were collected in a quiet, they too felt the thrill that something was coming. The fat greasy trembled for a moment in the large intestine villi and villous stood in silence on the shit still shaking buildings to be evacuated.
And then she saw him for a moment, the shadow in the mirror behind him touched him as a friend who wants only one thing to you: bite your ass.
That was the moment when the man awoke from his eternal sleep, but from here on, the story becomes interesting then the story is over.
Thank you for reading up to here and have wasted precious minutes of your useless existence that you could use to work, eat, fuck or do all three things together. The bear
werewolf reminds you that despite being a big, black animal who likes to bite people's butts, which are reflected in itself, is not the big, black will bite your ass one day when out of the shower and you'll see in your eye reflections left for yourself. 
There is a story that has never been told?
Let me tell you that what I'm about to tell is one of those incredible stories, exciting holding their breath until the final tragic moved or make the reader proud. But those stories are told continuously by hired writers, or more with a bear werewolf, how can man recognize something that has not already been described? The new one is unknowable and unrecognizable, only with a mirror we can see it reflected at the back of our being but we'll see anything and when not remember anything when we get to enjoy ourselves.
So you think I am going to tell a new story?
are wrong, my story is almost as old as the world, or maybe more, in the eternal cycles of life is what is constantly repeated in new forms and then what I am about to tell is the story of a man who lives but that has always existed.
You think it's an incredible story that tickles your heart desires to know each other reflected in the sea of \u200b\u200boblivion?
is not even that.
My story is trivial, obvious, almost useless in every aspect.
If you do not mind seeing the black that runs behind your eye, read on.
But be careful if you read one day someone will bite your ass after being sprinkled with vinegar and salt and I certainly will not be held responsible for the fact that you are going around with no ass as I warned you.
The story begins in a world at any time any of this universe, let the Earth at 10:15 on a Monday of the month of September, as the year we when the world believes he has to end, but that does not end, a bit like a hypochondriac patient that you realize you have a swollen prostate.
It is hard to frame this year in the billions of Earth years, but it is important you think it is 2008 years after the birth of a man, or 314 years after the rise of the reptile, or 25,600 before the calamity of Zarkin. In short, you understand that you can believe it or not is a fellow in space and time, as I have said it is a banal story you know but difficult to discern.
The protagonist of this story is a being, a man to make it easier to read, who wakes up one morning at 10.15 after having drunk the night before.
The man takes a shower washing with soap, shower gel hates.
It 's a man who does not exist as such, does not make sense to even give it a name. And the typical man of the evening watching television, read newspapers, eat and brush often works without understanding the difference, and perhaps he also works as reason to eat, eat and broom to sweep only to work and eat the next day. He works in an office on the 12th floor of a huge electronics industry, followed by a dull project that will change the world but he is not crazy and does not want to change it. Is not happy nor unhappy, look at the computer screen and writes lines of code spacing out as you play solitaire or writing in forums galactic crap. Then well if you think about the word crap Galaxy is precisely the juxtaposition of words is ideal for those who shed the white suit in the ether, attracting the attention of Santa Claus but that's another story and I do not think you understand.
back home to his wife, silent as always, she talks and talks about the incredible adventures he had in the morning. He has been shopping, accompanied the children to school, went to Mars to fight the galaxariani, cooked pre-cooked meals are now served on silver plates, but with strict plastic glasses. Urge
a small way, the man's wife is an alien shape-shifter about 2 million and a half years, he knows everything about her because after the first Kiss has released its three languages \u200b\u200band began to tell his first five hundred thousand years old when he was only an egg branchiocerebrale in the constellation Draco, I know that this precision is quite useless since all the wives are alien, but I told you that this was a pointless story that I had, in fact I had to specify it, otherwise it could also seem something useful.
We came then to tell the man to eat, sitting at the table with his wife and his three children, sons unnecessary because the father and mother for whom not even describe them, eat cooked foods. They suck, they come acidity in the stomach, and they move the hair from head to belly. It 's a silent migration of the hair, this would be an interesting story indeed, many men with thick hair can be found after years and years of food cooked with a prominent bald and hairy belly. I could tell of hair heroes who protested against their social position, elevated and dignified, because of indrottinamenti contained in pre-cooked and made war on the scalp. Defeated by the system decided to be reborn in a place where they were more in contact with the source of their ideals, or the belly. But do not narrate the story, do not deal with social tribulations we wer bears, I then I SODDING cubed caste Craste anointed preachers incite large intestine where the intestinal villi to watch shit like the holy grail of a common liberal . So do not make me angry that there is no telling that story.
Man eats cooked food, migrate to the hair, now there are only a few focused on the less "good" in the head and the belly becomes more crowded with a nude beach into a world where there is no form of religion.
The man thinks to work while eating:
but I closed the loop? that error will affect the entire production process by blowing up the factory? That bastard
ciccioX Forum tits heaving a long flame me saying I'm a necrophiliac who prefers the ass of a baboon died at strawberry veronica boobs, asshole!
I have sex with my wife after dinner.
And after the inevitable fist on the table of the wife who says "I won I won, I completed the sudoku, sumarniaz fuck you, dear Toby, Toby, we make preparations." To clarify
sumarniaz is the head of the assault team and rippers Martian man whose wife is a part. The wife is a mercenary ribalziana, Riboli II population of the planet known for their famous martial art based on sex: the kamakiri.
Flik-Flik is a synonym for ensure that children can understand that you mean you want to have sex at all and sundry to exhaustion using any kind of perversion known and unknown.
unnecessary precautions taken by the wife against her three children, partly because the screams when you throw the usual sex, capable of splitting the heads of predatory Martians (this was his favorite tactic during the skirmish before the real clash is based on dance altariana) I doubt that any child decerebration and upholstered hours of game ps3 IV with the game shit-kickers, as were all three of their children, do not understand what they do when Mom and Dad themselves up for hours in the torture chamber. However
sex man as you could understand what is normal and typical of every human being at work when the wife thinks sex uscendosene occasionally with phrases like "I use this call to split the pineal gland to my next enemy ", he thinks of sex when you eat because even be giving it upside down in her erotic jokes, who wants to test the new 69, but all'inpiedi, often gives this effect because the food back up to the brain, especially if it is pre-cooked food.
In those rare moments when the hairs on the belly lies the horrible doubt that he is completely wrong in their life and everything that was actually the puppet in the hands of shady characters that have crippled their ideals to get rich in fat. But certainly passes quickly when you decide to go to the location of the python claudicolante, corrupt, and every ideal is dissolved in a sea of \u200b\u200bsweat and hot boiling water.
So here we come to the crux of the story, to no avail I have described this man, how it works, what to eat, how to have sex.
But I have to describe what happened at 10:15 on Monday that this month of this year.
The man woke up just at that hour, was just out of the shower in a couple of hours had to do the afternoon shift at work and thought, wiping the liters of beer that had swallowed the night before last and flame on the forum heaving tits.
She looked in the mirror, bald, Panza, with small rivulets of steam that rose swaying in spirals.
"I'm very male," said the mirror masseurs the belly gurgling as if still full of beer the previous day. The hair at that time were very happy to have followed their ideal driving the way of the great revival.
Then suddenly all was silent, the man stared at her left eye image in the mirror, he saw himself reflected. He no longer thought to work, nor to eat or to sex. The hair on the belly were collected in a quiet, they too felt the thrill that something was coming. The fat greasy trembled for a moment in the large intestine villi and villous stood in silence on the shit still shaking buildings to be evacuated.
And then she saw him for a moment, the shadow in the mirror behind him touched him as a friend who wants only one thing to you: bite your ass.
That was the moment when the man awoke from his eternal sleep, but from here on, the story becomes interesting then the story is over.
Thank you for reading up to here and have wasted precious minutes of your useless existence that you could use to work, eat, fuck or do all three things together. The bear
werewolf reminds you that despite being a big, black animal who likes to bite people's butts, which are reflected in itself, is not the big, black will bite your ass one day when out of the shower and you'll see in your eye reflections left for yourself.
What Causes A Twisted Bowel In A Female
The circle of life.
300!
No, the film of queens transvestite has nothing to do with the speech.
300! are the cm that has reached my giropanza.
Pappo the fish and so I giropanza increases.
However, lately I've talked to a man who was lost in the forest, and I made a discovery: the man is believed to be the apex of the food chain.
Before you tear him to pieces and make him dance in the land of the Moon, I did tell the man's beliefs about his role in Nature. He said he
prey without being preyed upon, which will eat at all that brings them pleasure and that nothing can devour.
I laughed really taste could almost set him free.
eh ... I almost said I have a job to do for those who end up Forest, and the Five nessun'uomo know that will never get out of that comes with the meat attached to bones.
But since I had just had lunch and I was not very hungry, I used a bit of my time to really explain how things are in the world of men.
There are three natural predators of man: Blacks Birds, Wolves, and fungus.
Birds Blacks are beings that attach themselves to humans as a child. At the base of the neck and slowly suck man. Make a man like a worm, making it unable to choose or feel true emotions than anger or hatred. Slowly, over the years, humans have increasingly thinning. The meat becomes tough and lint and is always a bad Bears clean up job for us these men.
Then there are the wolves, the wolf chooses a man. Generally a nice flesh-and at night if the hall in one gulp. The Wolf takes on the features and devoured human lives on in his place, his life is the true food of the Wolf.
At the end of the cycle, the Wolf Man vomits bones coming to Forest to rejoin the new flesh. Scary stuff.
Finally there is the most dangerous predator, the fungus. He is unique and goes into a man through what he calls food. The check from the belly and tells them what to eat, the meat breaks down and puts forth new types of meat in the man who fight with each other. Sometimes the struggle is so deep that some bones are broken.
After being told this story, the man was pale because the convictions had collapsed imposed by predators on its supposed superiority and strength.
Do not worry, I said man, you're in the Forest and the Bear ravening to separate the flesh from the bones.
Your skeleton will dance the dance of moon and sun and be free. It told me this
sbranai.
The circle of life increases.
301! 
300! No, the film of queens transvestite has nothing to do with the speech.
300! are the cm that has reached my giropanza.
This is the circle of life:
Pappo the fish and so I giropanza increases. However, lately I've talked to a man who was lost in the forest, and I made a discovery: the man is believed to be the apex of the food chain.
Before you tear him to pieces and make him dance in the land of the Moon, I did tell the man's beliefs about his role in Nature. He said he
prey without being preyed upon, which will eat at all that brings them pleasure and that nothing can devour.
I laughed really taste could almost set him free.
eh ... I almost said I have a job to do for those who end up Forest, and the Five nessun'uomo know that will never get out of that comes with the meat attached to bones.
But since I had just had lunch and I was not very hungry, I used a bit of my time to really explain how things are in the world of men.
There are three natural predators of man: Blacks Birds, Wolves, and fungus.
Birds Blacks are beings that attach themselves to humans as a child. At the base of the neck and slowly suck man. Make a man like a worm, making it unable to choose or feel true emotions than anger or hatred. Slowly, over the years, humans have increasingly thinning. The meat becomes tough and lint and is always a bad Bears clean up job for us these men.
Then there are the wolves, the wolf chooses a man. Generally a nice flesh-and at night if the hall in one gulp. The Wolf takes on the features and devoured human lives on in his place, his life is the true food of the Wolf.
At the end of the cycle, the Wolf Man vomits bones coming to Forest to rejoin the new flesh. Scary stuff.
Finally there is the most dangerous predator, the fungus. He is unique and goes into a man through what he calls food. The check from the belly and tells them what to eat, the meat breaks down and puts forth new types of meat in the man who fight with each other. Sometimes the struggle is so deep that some bones are broken.
After being told this story, the man was pale because the convictions had collapsed imposed by predators on its supposed superiority and strength.
Do not worry, I said man, you're in the Forest and the Bear ravening to separate the flesh from the bones.
Your skeleton will dance the dance of moon and sun and be free. It told me this
sbranai.
The circle of life increases.
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The journey of a bear
Health!
First time I write something in a blog, I wanted to write something interesting.
But in the end I think I'll write the banality that they waste people's time.
Hmm let's see what to talk about.
Talking about politics?
useless, a bear who talks politics? At most
a bear eats children.
discuss their interests and passions? Um .... no
see are my cocks.
speak to what the boss is a bastard or how we did well to restore antique furniture using four beams of plywood purchased from the junk? But
balls belonging that I did not do a head it was antique furniture to be restored, but why should you care if I had someone?
Vabbeh talk about travel.
What is the journey?
E 'slip into a hole to get out the other side changed.
boys enjoy traveling, women to be traveling. Some like both things.
bears travel throughout the year.
They like to travel to the cave in winter, a nice black hole where dreams, and dreaming of change themselves, leaving intact the world.
the end wake up in the spring, the bears usually cast a look of reproach as the bear is found with 4 puppies to feed, while males trotting in search of honey.
And the bear travels in search of honey, the honey is sometimes above the trees and the guard bees. Api
bitches, never once be happy that their house is destroyed. Yet tear the house and leave the bare skeleton is a difficult task that only we know bears do. There
bite, and we we baby food, and there is gastritis.
Then go to the doctor, curandero Ursino, who says:
"hey, you feel your problem of gastritis is just psychosomatic, but can be resolved with acupuncture." But
goes to hell .... I do bite my ass to solve the problem given by the stings of bees?
Luckily there is the honey. Then mica is found only in the trees, sometimes the butterflies have a good supply. It is called the bow tie and there are honey bees sting you. Only butterflies that travel to taste the honey bear bow makes a man.
Cascano slowly all the hair, you start thinking, talking about politics to make children eat (which I want to see what meat there was a boy mah). If you continue to eat the honey bowtie beginnings to become bald, to do philosophy about God and unreason
And the journey ends there, as poor bear was reduced and became a thinking man of God talking
Uhm see I forgot something on the journey of ' bear?
A is the wolf. That the hair does not lose but hides it under the skin, and honey, do not eat canned drinks it but show it to friends. Draft
race the wolves, but Oh well I'll talk another day. 
Health! First time I write something in a blog, I wanted to write something interesting.
But in the end I think I'll write the banality that they waste people's time.
Hmm let's see what to talk about.
Talking about politics?
useless, a bear who talks politics? At most
a bear eats children.
discuss their interests and passions? Um .... no
see are my cocks.
speak to what the boss is a bastard or how we did well to restore antique furniture using four beams of plywood purchased from the junk? But
balls belonging that I did not do a head it was antique furniture to be restored, but why should you care if I had someone?
Vabbeh talk about travel.
What is the journey?
E 'slip into a hole to get out the other side changed.
boys enjoy traveling, women to be traveling. Some like both things.
bears travel throughout the year.
They like to travel to the cave in winter, a nice black hole where dreams, and dreaming of change themselves, leaving intact the world.
the end wake up in the spring, the bears usually cast a look of reproach as the bear is found with 4 puppies to feed, while males trotting in search of honey.
And the bear travels in search of honey, the honey is sometimes above the trees and the guard bees. Api
bitches, never once be happy that their house is destroyed. Yet tear the house and leave the bare skeleton is a difficult task that only we know bears do. There
bite, and we we baby food, and there is gastritis.
Then go to the doctor, curandero Ursino, who says:
"hey, you feel your problem of gastritis is just psychosomatic, but can be resolved with acupuncture." But
goes to hell .... I do bite my ass to solve the problem given by the stings of bees?
Luckily there is the honey. Then mica is found only in the trees, sometimes the butterflies have a good supply. It is called the bow tie and there are honey bees sting you. Only butterflies that travel to taste the honey bear bow makes a man.
Cascano slowly all the hair, you start thinking, talking about politics to make children eat (which I want to see what meat there was a boy mah). If you continue to eat the honey bowtie beginnings to become bald, to do philosophy about God and unreason
And the journey ends there, as poor bear was reduced and became a thinking man of God talking
Uhm see I forgot something on the journey of ' bear?
A is the wolf. That the hair does not lose but hides it under the skin, and honey, do not eat canned drinks it but show it to friends. Draft
race the wolves, but Oh well I'll talk another day.
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