Monday, March 29, 2010

Pinky And The Brain Episodes Free Online



"In the end all the mistakes I made and all of their excuses will be charged only to me: I like to think it was just me ... Now I just want to have all the joy and serenity possible and with as much life to live, for all the little time I have left. "
; ; ; ; (Freddie Mercury)

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Linsey Dawn Mckenzie Computer

ketamine


anestetizzata.Udito Life and death-view inaffidabili.Pre incombe.L 'only thing I can rely on our own ... are polmoni.Vanno
Breath autonomo.Allucinazioni.Vedo colorati.Lucine tiny flash, drawing a new universo.Gioco ball with my cervello.Salto vuoto.Spazio sconfinato.Ossero and float in my hands, more and more distant fingers pulsanti.Le inflate and deflate to the rhythm of my body seems to have respiri.Tutto liquefatto.Osservo the dark water and rotting of my body still in defluire.Fluttuo vuoto.Osservo.Non see nothing but lights, flashing colorful, vibrant colors and fluorescent lamps. Like when you look at the sun without sunglasses and looking away you see that flash those who give so much trouble ... There is no sun
qui.Ci's me, the lights, e. .. boh ... I can not understand what else can be.
I feel ... well ... I do not feel my corpo.Quel lot of flesh lying down ... liquefied.
I watch my body from above. Nera.Non single pool in that no distinction pantano.Nè eyes, no hair, no hands ...

Completamente.Totalmente.Beatamente.Anestetizzata.



my life I see a very distorted, I move it wrong, but I enjoy it's more fun molto.Cosa of wandering in doubt.
And now where are they? How far is the couch? ...

And who cares ... so I would go there anyway.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Toddler Falling On Head

Words words

Words Words ... words ... words ... words ... words ... words just words, words between us.
do not know why I chose Mina, maybe because I took.

Eventually my choices are just empty words that gingillano.Gongoliamoci \u0026lt;\u0026lt;
I say one thing and end up doing another. Convinced me of one thing and I find myself doubting my own statements.
Ah, what has troubled my mind despite the youthfulness of my corpo.Mi seems to be alive a hundred years. And honestly after hundred years I'm tired ... tired to face the storm and take refuge in coves corrose.Credo fragile and that a sulfuric acid flema I create less noise for another departure from ports unknown.
Words words words ...
Words are really my only love? Just love the dry sheets of paper? The smell of ink ... I wonder if I could love more human scent ... maybe just her. I miss
manca.Mi lei.La its beauty and transparency of its virtù.La most perfect creature ever dropped on terra.Capite?'m Still in total adoration for you

Words words words ...

God .. I would like to be illiterate. They are highly