Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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New Year.
E 'started a new year, the bear goes to sleep and dreaming creates its own reality.
Sadness, happiness, love, hate, strength, weakness, fear and courage to bear all things put under the pillow of maple leaves along the teeth of its prey, waiting for the fairy that turns silver into gold. But the fairy
this year will not come, was captured by a dragon with three heads. Prisoner of those who deny its existence, langue scratching his back with his baton in a star-shaped golden cage where the bird sings at sunrise ineffable words of virtue forgotten.
The editor of the blog will have to bear the bear so wer all winter with his philosophy on the two-bit world. It is not easy trying to write with a bear wer ten feet tall next to you that mumbles in his sleep about what men are idiots to worship God in a box, or believe that his words are found bound and pressed between the leaves of trees killed. And do not even believe it's easy for a bear werewolf sleeping in a bed made for men, but the fairy prisoner requires that this year the bear does not go into hibernation.
Do not read this blog if you want to sleep at night if you do not want to interrupt your slumber congenital.
Silver does turns to gold this year will pale moonlight capasce to obscure the sun at noon. If you dip your finger in the silver
live run naked in the forest to invoke Silenus calling for an end to your mind but he will only laugh at you.
Something is changing in the world. 
After a year of
E 'started a new year, the bear goes to sleep and dreaming creates its own reality.
Sadness, happiness, love, hate, strength, weakness, fear and courage to bear all things put under the pillow of maple leaves along the teeth of its prey, waiting for the fairy that turns silver into gold. But the fairy
this year will not come, was captured by a dragon with three heads. Prisoner of those who deny its existence, langue scratching his back with his baton in a star-shaped golden cage where the bird sings at sunrise ineffable words of virtue forgotten.
The editor of the blog will have to bear the bear so wer all winter with his philosophy on the two-bit world. It is not easy trying to write with a bear wer ten feet tall next to you that mumbles in his sleep about what men are idiots to worship God in a box, or believe that his words are found bound and pressed between the leaves of trees killed. And do not even believe it's easy for a bear werewolf sleeping in a bed made for men, but the fairy prisoner requires that this year the bear does not go into hibernation.
Do not read this blog if you want to sleep at night if you do not want to interrupt your slumber congenital.
Silver does turns to gold this year will pale moonlight capasce to obscure the sun at noon. If you dip your finger in the silver
live run naked in the forest to invoke Silenus calling for an end to your mind but he will only laugh at you.
Something is changing in the world.
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