Festimad
Ieah!
uns missing only hours to go pa hyper-mega-European-tour-de-fieston-der-kins na xDDDDDDD
And more, k I to Japi, who had wanted to breast ia offset awhile, and disconnect around a bit, which showed the vamo felis Lia vieo! n_n
for the rest to cool, I just demparanoiar pesh'm thinking that casting the pa curriculum which puts people here who ask for work on site pa san der líyournal ^ ^
fransiscou
is k seriously, I have been going to the job there for those steep streets with a dodge challenger there in order to jierro xDDDDD Zumbao toy. Po
why when you Conatra vuerva
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
Monday, May 9, 2005
Wireless Aerial Transmitter
sadman @ 2005-05-09T11: 13:00
Day bored at the gigs. The growing hatred and the mozilla javascript. Thinking. Thinking too xD. Thinking
Festimad, for example. Oh God (deep sigh). Or thinking
phones. (Yes, I know, I am a frivolous and a consumer. What are we to do.)
to reflect on the origin of the dust clouds that form around the keys on the keyboard when it's black. What filth.
and things like that, in general banalities ("banality was with" b "or" v "Answer: RAE). No, I'm so bored nuy, fully expecting, hoping that the time fly, but not anything concrete, but rather for everything in general, do not feel like that, running away and screaming tween and such, the maximum tension , violent sensation, and like I'm choking. Do not you know. Some of the
paginillas I look here: Vandal
Fotolog alexis. Omitting comments (including mine), photos and such is pretty good. Google
He knows everything and sees everything. He is the light that illuminates the path of the misguided. xD
Yonkis frikadas
Day bored at the gigs. The growing hatred and the mozilla javascript. Thinking. Thinking too xD. Thinking
Festimad, for example. Oh God (deep sigh). Or thinking
phones. (Yes, I know, I am a frivolous and a consumer. What are we to do.)
to reflect on the origin of the dust clouds that form around the keys on the keyboard when it's black. What filth.
and things like that, in general banalities ("banality was with" b "or" v "Answer: RAE). No, I'm so bored nuy, fully expecting, hoping that the time fly, but not anything concrete, but rather for everything in general, do not feel like that, running away and screaming tween and such, the maximum tension , violent sensation, and like I'm choking. Do not you know. Some of the
paginillas I look here: Vandal
Fotolog alexis. Omitting comments (including mine), photos and such is pretty good. Google
He knows everything and sees everything. He is the light that illuminates the path of the misguided. xD
Yonkis frikadas
Tuesday, May 3, 2005
Difference Between Concept Cars And Normal Cars
sadman @ 2005-05-03T12: 22:00
everyday feel like writing. Many. Little to tell. I keep in front of the screen, imagining kind of strange and unknown to me my mobile phone will be traveling. Fully
feeling annoyed by the void left by his loss, I should have taken more like a liberation.
I am disappointed that I chose, I chose a lot, and several have been a chain of elements or materials, so brief, constantly exposed to loss and wear, you take them irrational affection .. .
A portfolio.
A mobile phone.
A Casio digital watch.
few keys, tied to one or more keychains.
world objects that do not say nothing, do nothing, you know you're not them, but yet you can not avoid it, are part of you, you are part of them. They change and disappear, yeah. Just like people.
stupidly
And you feel sad when you discover that you forgot the portfolio, that portfolio that you bought at the flea market that day you were with that person, the same portfolio in which guards the entrance to this or that concert or that she had kept as a souvenir a subway ticket in any town, and at the end of the day you just feel worse with each memory, that do not know if you'll find it again, and that's when you remember all those messages that "you ordered" special, not a number, put aside the material and such ... and now, I feel sad because you lost the identity card and a pair of papers. Why? it is clear.
has gone out there for your life. It hurts or not, the only thing really unique in you is your ID number. You are special precisely because it is not, your greatness is to belong to this set totally imperfect and tangled feelings we call humanity.
You are your own. No big fuss. Love and feel regardless of whether it is material, human or animal. And both joy and sadness is not something that we direct to our liking, Magic is like a pendulum that suddenly begins to rotate around the least expected.
so I have no desire to write. I keep thinking about the phone. I want it back.
everyday feel like writing. Many. Little to tell. I keep in front of the screen, imagining kind of strange and unknown to me my mobile phone will be traveling. Fully
feeling annoyed by the void left by his loss, I should have taken more like a liberation.
I am disappointed that I chose, I chose a lot, and several have been a chain of elements or materials, so brief, constantly exposed to loss and wear, you take them irrational affection .. .
A portfolio.
A mobile phone.
A Casio digital watch.
few keys, tied to one or more keychains.
world objects that do not say nothing, do nothing, you know you're not them, but yet you can not avoid it, are part of you, you are part of them. They change and disappear, yeah. Just like people.
stupidly
And you feel sad when you discover that you forgot the portfolio, that portfolio that you bought at the flea market that day you were with that person, the same portfolio in which guards the entrance to this or that concert or that she had kept as a souvenir a subway ticket in any town, and at the end of the day you just feel worse with each memory, that do not know if you'll find it again, and that's when you remember all those messages that "you ordered" special, not a number, put aside the material and such ... and now, I feel sad because you lost the identity card and a pair of papers. Why? it is clear.
has gone out there for your life. It hurts or not, the only thing really unique in you is your ID number. You are special precisely because it is not, your greatness is to belong to this set totally imperfect and tangled feelings we call humanity.
You are your own. No big fuss. Love and feel regardless of whether it is material, human or animal. And both joy and sadness is not something that we direct to our liking, Magic is like a pendulum that suddenly begins to rotate around the least expected.
so I have no desire to write. I keep thinking about the phone. I want it back.
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