Friday, October 31, 2008
Whitestrips Cause Receding Gums
Today, Oct. 31, marks the Celtic festival of Samhain. Celtic and BASTA. No Jack O'Lantern or no "presumed-true" bullshit (pardon me but the word is) neo-pagan, Samhain simply! Unfortunately tonight I do not have time to post something about the holidays, but tomorrow I'll do a summary of all my knowledges (just to show you how much I know, however, humility is my most striking quality .. . hihihi I'm making an idiot of course). For now, happy Samhain to all!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Beretta Pigeon Silver Pump
Good Thunder Friederich
E 'for some' time I want to post something: of a mood strange, and not necessarily a negative mood, it's just weird. I'm not a person metereopatica, indeed: I can be a bad (good) mood as sunny days in the rainy season and, ironically, I like rainy days, not to mention the visceral love for the time (it's a gene in DNA of this dad!). The sky this afternoon is particularly intense and dark low clouds are gathering on the horizon, as if wishing to conceal (or, more ominously, swallow) the Roman castles that stand next to the building of mathematical visible from my balcony. I love the sky when it goes like. We spoke with Mario a little while ago, which conveys a feeling of power, it's probably just our incurable neo-romantic side emerges and makes us just like senire Monaco by the sea of Caspar David Fiederich (although we can not accurately say how you feel, maybe he hated that place, but no Friederich, and that is what counts!). The rain is beating on my container, enough to minimize the sound of bubbling gas insufflation in flasks that of my system. Thunderstorms at sunset make uncertain the time of day or night by wrapping everything inside their cocoon of darkness, our eyes blindfolded, blind, know better discern when one ends and another begins, throwing in an endless twilight and much longer than what we live on a sunny day, as if to take urgently announce that another night is about to begin, but we will never know when it will seriously because we will not see the beloved disappears stela. So I mute viosionario Fridirichiani scenarios, look at the horizon and wonder, "Where?" Where it begins and ends the night the day, and I just do not respond to silence them questions and enjoy the sublime comes over me silently accompanied by the roar of the water which is the bandage of my eyes. Slowly, the light is sucked away, slowly fades away, here, began the night ... I think ...
E 'for some' time I want to post something: of a mood strange, and not necessarily a negative mood, it's just weird. I'm not a person metereopatica, indeed: I can be a bad (good) mood as sunny days in the rainy season and, ironically, I like rainy days, not to mention the visceral love for the time (it's a gene in DNA of this dad!). The sky this afternoon is particularly intense and dark low clouds are gathering on the horizon, as if wishing to conceal (or, more ominously, swallow) the Roman castles that stand next to the building of mathematical visible from my balcony. I love the sky when it goes like. We spoke with Mario a little while ago, which conveys a feeling of power, it's probably just our incurable neo-romantic side emerges and makes us just like senire Monaco by the sea of Caspar David Fiederich (although we can not accurately say how you feel, maybe he hated that place, but no Friederich, and that is what counts!). The rain is beating on my container, enough to minimize the sound of bubbling gas insufflation in flasks that of my system. Thunderstorms at sunset make uncertain the time of day or night by wrapping everything inside their cocoon of darkness, our eyes blindfolded, blind, know better discern when one ends and another begins, throwing in an endless twilight and much longer than what we live on a sunny day, as if to take urgently announce that another night is about to begin, but we will never know when it will seriously because we will not see the beloved disappears stela. So I mute viosionario Fridirichiani scenarios, look at the horizon and wonder, "Where?" Where it begins and ends the night the day, and I just do not respond to silence them questions and enjoy the sublime comes over me silently accompanied by the roar of the water which is the bandage of my eyes. Slowly, the light is sucked away, slowly fades away, here, began the night ... I think ...
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Do You Get Period Pains When First Pregnant
The credo of the owl!
facciaccia the Vale of telling me to remove my Owl (I love the owls!) I decided to post this "I think the owl," which, I must say, it's practically all throughout my I think of life! Incredible indeed! If I believed in reincarnation certainly know what animal I was! (A reference to the fact that I seem Anacleto Winnie the Pooh will cause the immediate removal from the list of friends and the cessation of any loving relationship of any kind!). The belief is taken to be anything but a fantasy book best-seller, bought for three euro to a flea market in the country. It was the book for the days of swimming this summer and has done his duty (dirty irreparably which caused my wrath as I un'adepto of the sect "of the book untouched maniacs"). The book is titled (of course !!!!!): The kingdom of owls and Martin Hocke. This is the credo:
not accumulate and do not covet,
But be brave and free.
always pursues the knowledge
And slowly learns
What science can not see.
struggle to learn,
Be wise and temperate
Because only
skills and knowledge will help us to survive.
PS tones absolutely frivolous and superficial BALZINI eye of the lost traveler who happened to be passing here, because they are not the result of any drug or concussion, the result of just another weight lifted university exam (spectroscopy 2, the revenge! subtitle: all that we still have not said but it takes more than what we told you!). Peace and Love to all!
facciaccia the Vale of telling me to remove my Owl (I love the owls!) I decided to post this "I think the owl," which, I must say, it's practically all throughout my I think of life! Incredible indeed! If I believed in reincarnation certainly know what animal I was! (A reference to the fact that I seem Anacleto Winnie the Pooh will cause the immediate removal from the list of friends and the cessation of any loving relationship of any kind!). The belief is taken to be anything but a fantasy book best-seller, bought for three euro to a flea market in the country. It was the book for the days of swimming this summer and has done his duty (dirty irreparably which caused my wrath as I un'adepto of the sect "of the book untouched maniacs"). The book is titled (of course !!!!!): The kingdom of owls and Martin Hocke. This is the credo:
not accumulate and do not covet,
But be brave and free.
always pursues the knowledge
And slowly learns
What science can not see.
struggle to learn,
Be wise and temperate
Because only
skills and knowledge will help us to survive.
PS tones absolutely frivolous and superficial BALZINI eye of the lost traveler who happened to be passing here, because they are not the result of any drug or concussion, the result of just another weight lifted university exam (spectroscopy 2, the revenge! subtitle: all that we still have not said but it takes more than what we told you!). Peace and Love to all!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Cervix Open 5 Weeks Pregnant
Creideamh ...
Again a Gaelic term, a term that seems to me absurd to have learned just now: creideamh = faith. Absurd because faith (in God) is an integral part of my life as my dark eyes or my short temper! Unbelievable and absurd, then, that I had not even asked how to play this word in Gaelic. I will not be here talking about why I believe in God or why, to me, faith is the most beautiful gift one can receive (after you have tried and called though!), Simply say that as a counterweight on the plate of a two-arm balance, faith is what brings balance to my life and makes the balance always points upward ... or so it should be: I am a man, in fact, sometimes I take for granted the existence of my faith, losing sight of what I believe. In that case, the balance began to tilt dangerously to one side and the needle tip upward. But like I said, faith is a gift, and thank goodness there's always someone who puts some weight on the other side. That being said I ask you, the traveler who passes through here, you have faith, and if so what? Save it as well because the answer is not a quiz with prizes, as widely stated in other post, this blog is just food for thought for those who read (and indirectly for this writer), but absolutely does not want to be a kind of electronic means of conversion, I'm not proselytizing, just say myself.
That said, I can finally add link to the site of the forum, as Vale did. So far I had not made because I was unsure whether or not it should remain secret, but being so:
www.queerasfolkitalia.it / board / index.php . Hooray !!!!!!!!!! ! 111 forum is back online, the facciaccia of all evil dust of stars and everything else! Good day to you all!
Again a Gaelic term, a term that seems to me absurd to have learned just now: creideamh = faith. Absurd because faith (in God) is an integral part of my life as my dark eyes or my short temper! Unbelievable and absurd, then, that I had not even asked how to play this word in Gaelic. I will not be here talking about why I believe in God or why, to me, faith is the most beautiful gift one can receive (after you have tried and called though!), Simply say that as a counterweight on the plate of a two-arm balance, faith is what brings balance to my life and makes the balance always points upward ... or so it should be: I am a man, in fact, sometimes I take for granted the existence of my faith, losing sight of what I believe. In that case, the balance began to tilt dangerously to one side and the needle tip upward. But like I said, faith is a gift, and thank goodness there's always someone who puts some weight on the other side. That being said I ask you, the traveler who passes through here, you have faith, and if so what? Save it as well because the answer is not a quiz with prizes, as widely stated in other post, this blog is just food for thought for those who read (and indirectly for this writer), but absolutely does not want to be a kind of electronic means of conversion, I'm not proselytizing, just say myself.
That said, I can finally add link to the site of the forum, as Vale did. So far I had not made because I was unsure whether or not it should remain secret, but being so:
www.queerasfolkitalia.it / board / index.php . Hooray !!!!!!!!!! ! 111 forum is back online, the facciaccia of all evil dust of stars and everything else! Good day to you all!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Hard Lump Near Groin After Heart Cath
tale ...
There once was a king!
The king owned vast territory, so vast that he could not explore them all in the course of his life. He had therefore decided, like his predecessors, to establish his home in only a few of them, so far as was possible. Of course, like every human being who can be called such, was prompted by curiosity to discover new territories, what his father certainly could not have explored, so that every child king who is respected, it must somehow follow and at the same time not to follow in the footsteps of his father King. Our king, just like many other kings that exist in the world, had one day walked into forbidden lands. Every kingdom respectable, in fact, it has also prohibited the land, maybe over the years may be readmitted to the lands permitted, but in most cases must remain unexplored. Curiosity, iniazialmente, had pushed him, then force, able to confront those wild lands that never seemed to overpower him, he even thought of being able to overpower, dominate, even to annex the kingdom. Had come the night and the king was still in the land, "I think it's time to go back, I've had enough", but instead leave the forbidden land had continued to proceed in the dark, through the dangers but did not see that it hit. His horse was hurt, but somehow, he was sore in several places, but did not know what had hit. It was not however enough to distorglierlo from going ahead. The escape was always there, where the king could see, and perhaps why she thought she could tame those wild lands by subjecting them to his will. He was wrong. If realized this and began to want to quit. What did he do? Goes into even more. Sometimes, the recognition of being wrong and willing to correct their mistakes are just a way to continue on their way to justify themselves and with the voice of conscience unbearable.
So our king, well aware of being wrong and having to go back, conscious of having arrived at an impasse, a chasm, continue by choosing the path that he had not seen until recently, but which are sensed 's existence, and that led him further down. If you, the readers, you were there, you would immediately shouted: "Where you go, you crazy, you do not see that just as when you entered the forbidden land, the trail will lead you where you would not want to go, how you can do the same mistake twice?? "I wonder what he thought our king? You really can not say it, maybe he thought just that as usual he could turn around when he wanted, or even that only Scott could have taken the resolution (real, in fact, not just psychological) to get out of there, we'll never know, we only know that at every step The king again fell into the abyss below, and did not leave any more. It was decided to ask for help, something real, concrete, a first start to turn the horse back exhausted and there where the wounds were healed. The aid, as in all fairy tales came, but the king did not take it. Accepted it, I grabbed, but he continued to go yet deeper. He realized then that it was night now too long, it was over so low and so the dark from being swallowed by the earth itself, and it was time to return from his people, his kingdom. It was for this reason, accepted the help, he continued to sink! But how, you say, what's the point? And I do not know, you say! Ask him if ever you meet him! I carry only events. Continue.
The king, now realizing that he would not see the bottom of the chasm, he also realized that the fund did not exist, only that there was a chasm common to all the forbidden land, one chasm that could not tell how far from where he was, as he could not have more to say how far are the allowed land that ran every day and whether he would return for another possible route, shorter than the distance covered. He only knew that his path on a cliff overlooking the ravine and up another and then another. Maybe it was not too down but it certainly had fallen far below where he wanted to be. Do not forget, however, that the aid had it yet. He stopped and thought (not that she had not already done it thousands of times!): "I decide whether or not to accept this help and back? Is clear that this ravine will only lead to gully common to all the forbidden land, which nobody told me there, but that I, as here, I can see. Perhaps now I understand what there was to understand: just down the bottom you can know how low you can go on and on. Probably, this lowest common denominator in all the forbidden land, is nothing but a hole dug by Lucifer when he was cast down from heaven, and I did not really want to continue on this road because it is now bad, ; not even want to envision what could get worse "decided to back.
The story ends here. Do not know if it went up or not. I do not have that. You may not be climbed at all, especially because many times in his career had taken the resolution to go back, as we know, but he continued. It might already be on the surface and not know it until dawn prossiama. I do not know. I only say that I hope for him that is coming out or is already out, because the subjects to be too far away to realize that the king may not come again, and decide to elect a new one. It would be a shame to come back and see someone else on his throne, without being able to do anything to take it back.
Now, let me as usual to intrude into the mind of our readers. To all those who know me: I would like to remind you that I do not use blogs to talk about my personal problems. I would also like to invite you to read my first post, which says clearly that we do not read anything about my innermost being. So, stop your little heads (blondes?!?) And do not try, whoever you are, to psychoanalyze the author (I note) because I did not mean anything with this blog, simply launch a food for thought for your lives. Instead of thinking whether I am the king and where I am, what I do and think if you've never been the king, and if yes where you are and where you are. Think back to your lands prohibited without a thought of mine. You will realize two things:
1) my post was directed more to you than to me, and general
2) is more difficult to analyze themselves and their problems that caring for others' (I suggest you see SNU syndrome of the United Nations at: www.pensieridiversi.it
Peace and goodwill to all and happy Sunday. Slan!
There once was a king!
The king owned vast territory, so vast that he could not explore them all in the course of his life. He had therefore decided, like his predecessors, to establish his home in only a few of them, so far as was possible. Of course, like every human being who can be called such, was prompted by curiosity to discover new territories, what his father certainly could not have explored, so that every child king who is respected, it must somehow follow and at the same time not to follow in the footsteps of his father King. Our king, just like many other kings that exist in the world, had one day walked into forbidden lands. Every kingdom respectable, in fact, it has also prohibited the land, maybe over the years may be readmitted to the lands permitted, but in most cases must remain unexplored. Curiosity, iniazialmente, had pushed him, then force, able to confront those wild lands that never seemed to overpower him, he even thought of being able to overpower, dominate, even to annex the kingdom. Had come the night and the king was still in the land, "I think it's time to go back, I've had enough", but instead leave the forbidden land had continued to proceed in the dark, through the dangers but did not see that it hit. His horse was hurt, but somehow, he was sore in several places, but did not know what had hit. It was not however enough to distorglierlo from going ahead. The escape was always there, where the king could see, and perhaps why she thought she could tame those wild lands by subjecting them to his will. He was wrong. If realized this and began to want to quit. What did he do? Goes into even more. Sometimes, the recognition of being wrong and willing to correct their mistakes are just a way to continue on their way to justify themselves and with the voice of conscience unbearable.
So our king, well aware of being wrong and having to go back, conscious of having arrived at an impasse, a chasm, continue by choosing the path that he had not seen until recently, but which are sensed 's existence, and that led him further down. If you, the readers, you were there, you would immediately shouted: "Where you go, you crazy, you do not see that just as when you entered the forbidden land, the trail will lead you where you would not want to go, how you can do the same mistake twice?? "I wonder what he thought our king? You really can not say it, maybe he thought just that as usual he could turn around when he wanted, or even that only Scott could have taken the resolution (real, in fact, not just psychological) to get out of there, we'll never know, we only know that at every step The king again fell into the abyss below, and did not leave any more. It was decided to ask for help, something real, concrete, a first start to turn the horse back exhausted and there where the wounds were healed. The aid, as in all fairy tales came, but the king did not take it. Accepted it, I grabbed, but he continued to go yet deeper. He realized then that it was night now too long, it was over so low and so the dark from being swallowed by the earth itself, and it was time to return from his people, his kingdom. It was for this reason, accepted the help, he continued to sink! But how, you say, what's the point? And I do not know, you say! Ask him if ever you meet him! I carry only events. Continue.
The king, now realizing that he would not see the bottom of the chasm, he also realized that the fund did not exist, only that there was a chasm common to all the forbidden land, one chasm that could not tell how far from where he was, as he could not have more to say how far are the allowed land that ran every day and whether he would return for another possible route, shorter than the distance covered. He only knew that his path on a cliff overlooking the ravine and up another and then another. Maybe it was not too down but it certainly had fallen far below where he wanted to be. Do not forget, however, that the aid had it yet. He stopped and thought (not that she had not already done it thousands of times!): "I decide whether or not to accept this help and back? Is clear that this ravine will only lead to gully common to all the forbidden land, which nobody told me there, but that I, as here, I can see. Perhaps now I understand what there was to understand: just down the bottom you can know how low you can go on and on. Probably, this lowest common denominator in all the forbidden land, is nothing but a hole dug by Lucifer when he was cast down from heaven, and I did not really want to continue on this road because it is now bad, ; not even want to envision what could get worse "decided to back.
The story ends here. Do not know if it went up or not. I do not have that. You may not be climbed at all, especially because many times in his career had taken the resolution to go back, as we know, but he continued. It might already be on the surface and not know it until dawn prossiama. I do not know. I only say that I hope for him that is coming out or is already out, because the subjects to be too far away to realize that the king may not come again, and decide to elect a new one. It would be a shame to come back and see someone else on his throne, without being able to do anything to take it back.
Now, let me as usual to intrude into the mind of our readers. To all those who know me: I would like to remind you that I do not use blogs to talk about my personal problems. I would also like to invite you to read my first post, which says clearly that we do not read anything about my innermost being. So, stop your little heads (blondes?!?) And do not try, whoever you are, to psychoanalyze the author (I note) because I did not mean anything with this blog, simply launch a food for thought for your lives. Instead of thinking whether I am the king and where I am, what I do and think if you've never been the king, and if yes where you are and where you are. Think back to your lands prohibited without a thought of mine. You will realize two things:
1) my post was directed more to you than to me, and general
2) is more difficult to analyze themselves and their problems that caring for others' (I suggest you see SNU syndrome of the United Nations at: www.pensieridiversi.it
Peace and goodwill to all and happy Sunday. Slan!
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