Protein And Bloody Noses

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I pour in a few words with a swig of steaming crap, but I am faced with this damn computer screen stuff to my blog (how fucking shitty word), to stuff my internessence platitudes, worse yet affectations.
So what? Sentimentality or cynicism?
engineering, posterity, the absolute first? Or the enjoyment and ephemeral? Die without ever knowing. How ironic is not it?
Me, I want to be that which it is said later: "He was right!" Or not, I want to be the one we now say: "He's right." And later, I am dead. And so much the better.
I thrill to the sound of these names before, visionary thinkers whose life is reduced to a few lines in a biography complacent. Males
infinity, whose words resonate when people die, crushed by themselves.
Digression.

Curch Anniversary Speeches

Homecoming ;-) \u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;-->>>>

Today, I'm a crossroads in my life. One seems to lead me inexorably to the dark, gloomy, the dark unreason which adorns most of the other seems to guide me to enlightenment and serenity.

Lumineyes Laser Oogkleur

C9

me, this being disgusting spitting on his life with pleasure, on the other, about everything.

Blood In Phlegm, Sore Throat

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An hour of absence in Withered my office.
men who dance in monotonous corridors.
Women who smile, tears in her eyes.
And you in your coffin, which seems to challenge us.

ribbons which rain roofs of our houses,
Bright in the street like a firework
Streamers innocent manners unbearable
screams that fade in the damp June.

A Day campaign, miserable and fabulous
Ignoring her curves for better arch, proud.
processions legs sublime and familiar
Who tore the stones of arrhythmic clamor.

A rendezvous in a cafe nearby, Two
three very old friends who drink beer
A flood of words sliced, hugs reviewing
The light of a great forgotten the past.

A street which is in charge of an infernal tumult
Children annoying knees they jostle
Shadows in noise, music sickening
Who spoof the scent of waffles and pancakes.

Red & White Italian Tableclothes

Panic

Direction in the pit of my mouth, loss or Ta
your flight.

Your fingernails screeching on the table
drowned by a cloud of alcohol. A bottle thrown
that puke
Her Tequila.

The steel window, half open;
Through
white sails billowing in the breeze
Who enters the room, the day
cold morning.

A feigned innocence, a helping hand.
Your body lounging in your dress too loose.
And your eyes in their fatigue
Advanced Seeking to capture my spirit fails.

Microsoft Wired Rt2300 Software

Apocalypse Now

I recently discovered the manga Dragon Head , and I must admit that I enjoy.
is a true compendium of all the imagination and all the esoteric apocalyptic floods the Eastern production. And like any oriental worthy of the name, the author departs from the American conception of the disaster movie, where natural disasters or manmade used to test the courage of heroes, its ability to overcome tests and if necessary, to rebuild a new world, preferring a less positivist philosophy: the end of the world is inevitable, it's part of the natural cycle things to disappear one day and all events through which the hero does not lead to the understanding of this universal order. So a search heuristic which starts by contemplating the unfathomable abyss down which one guesses of unknown and uncontrollable forces that can devastate any surface:

Mochizuki, Dragon head , 1999
Faced with a huge crater spewing lava continuously, Teru and Ako had the bright idea to try to go there by helicopter to the bottom, without success so the volcano is deep

Otomo, Akira , 1984
The crater of the "bomb" has a similar fascination with the motorcycle gang of Kaneda, who has just forbidden to go and brave the gaze.



Toriyama, Dragon Ball , 1990
Goku and Frieza fight over a pit located at the ceour the planet Namek, who will soon disappear in the middle of a beautiful fireworks.

Ok, talk about heuristic search is probably not the best qualifier for Dragon Ball. Son Goku why he bothers to look for meaning, while fighting so enjoyable primary? Still, the images of the Namek verge of explosion, amid pillars of fire, tornadoes and lightning storms are among the finest we have left the manga, and a good half scenes Dragon Head destruction it is, in my opinion, directly accountable. The other half

draws around (should say there when digging in the Japanese classics). It is thus of tsunamis:

Mochizuki, Dragon Head , 1999

Otomo Akira , 1987

Kurumada, Knights of the Zodiac, 1986

Or, the latest fashion, style Planet of the Apes, draw the landmark building in Tokyo with the two towers ( if anyone knows his name that would suit me) in the midst of desolation and emptiness

Mochizuki, Dragon head , 1999

Clamp, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, 2004
(via the hero and the weft-end of the world to their old style classic X, 1992)