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Sunday, July 4, 2010
Clear Bubble On Inside Of Lip
sniffing and prostitution, in a less aesthetic of what is believed
Today I'll tell you a few things that I read about 2 "your" blog and what made me think. A chronicle, a guide, a review ... no, a sharing, ok, this is more clear: a share.
mirmillo ago in his blog a kind of praise of coca, segretino that the thing that makes us so abstract it is plastic: nn you hungry, you feel safe (in fact: all-powerful), nn so you never sleeps In short, perfect. Add relationships in which one feels omnipotent, because it spreads its charm in elegant frames with attractive men that then we will pay. I am willing to pay, and so much! in theory are in strong position, but the real strong here, we .. as really desirable (all from Smurfette naivete, but should be).
Strong and fragile .. aware of the sensitivity of our soul, which, however, poor, live in a world of shit .. we can do. But in all that we resist and fight (and you look in the mirror), exhibitions of our being "unique" ... and, in short, is the refrain of all the blogs of the girls who sell it for good, and feel special for this, from a hangover and the other shopping and pay compliments. In short, in short, today mirmillo writes:
" that he is not My boyfriend tells me that his son even though he knows full well that it is not. With him beside me feel like a goddess .. a powerful deity does not know what.
do not eat, sleep, do not blame fatigue. What I want to be in life! I know it is coca, which is why I shot more. But only when I'm with him, if there is not that there is no reason to look at.
I do not want to be a slave to anything, let alone a shitty drug.
But I want to be perfect as they are when shooting. I do not need anything. (...) After a while, however, the body starts to break yesterday I was awake 24 hours without eating or drinking anything. God how I felt immortal. but I know that it is she who transforms me ..- I I want to be well-... I do not even recognize in the mirror .. I'm afraid of what I see. I do not know if you ever .. I can hardly mirror, I see more and more lean. Long hair down to my ribs. Wide-eyed but tired .. This is an image, but I (speaking of the unconscious level) but I imagine that at all. Please if you ever happen to you .. let me know. I'm afraid of becoming mad. Actually I'm not afraid .
Already, more than "fear" ... sure you're not afraid, indeed! Nn almost believe it .. here we realize the dream of all idiot, it seems the description of one of those tizie slap from hospital on advertisements from fashion designers for years more idiotic.
Another is in contrast to mirmillo, saying that if he wants to "do this job you have to be more lucid as possible." And in another comment alludes to the "courage" of the girls who do these "experiences".
And sorry if I break all the boxes, but you also want to repeat what I wrote in mirmillo, because as the collective madness spreads, certain "choices" become just as pervasive and as I am a busybody, I can not do without to oppose. A
mirmillo say you're not mad. But it becomes so: I repeat, I speak seriously.
You say "Please, if it ever happened to you .. let me know ... Well, okay, I do know, and also to all of you who do coke, or you find it interesting.
If I do not happen, it's because I pulled 2 times, I've seen where the real "beauty" of coca (and those who believe it is a drug for the disco are just poor, illiterate) and I also immediately noted No that would last. You do not need to be smart, why, just look around. I held the candle to a "him" (of which I was heart-rending love) for quite a while ', trying to pull off than where you are now and where you go down more and more like idiots (another matter of course, if no drugs that would be?). So, I could see with absolute ease, as a naturalist or a biologist looks at beetles reproduction through mitosis under the microscope, its scientific madness. Because, you see, these things just so you can see really well: when you do not do, and you're in. (but real) life of one who does. My mother, friends, colleagues ... nn to see these things .. indeed, "he" (and in this case you), it usually seems sane and in many (tantissimi!) moments seem even brighter, sexier than ever, even cheerful, etc. ...
But the other "you" (me, in this case) to assist a clear mind all the filth and squalor, how the same person - just left alone with you - it changes from time to time and lets see what horror is cultivating a plant in as pitcher, who then eats the brain. The thing starts to get really blown when the guy in question starts to think that the whole world is a shit (and because) they are all assholes, or dangerous, or bad .. is called paranoia, and is a constant of coca. It is because our world view is a mirror of how we us.
indeflettibile And the truth is inevitable and that those who do coke becomes bad in a terrible way, and nn is nothing that makes it more unfortunate as to be bad. All this is part of a real crazy, because coca fuck your brain, I decided I nn is a fact. In our case, in less than a year, the most wonderful person in the world was a scoundrel, and, moreover, dug from this unhappiness that she eventually died. And goodnight. Yes, not everyone, but many that seem to have not happened are dead even while they seem to live, and the word does not exist in zombie case. Then, I took me a long time 'to recover. But it can be: all you can be reborn, but you have to make choices. The joy does not rain from the sky. Or maybe you. but we must be able to do the rain dance.
And now we come to the real crux of the matter: All the initial symptoms (ie those "beautiful") of coca, but without hurting the health and happiness always accompanied by crowds, are the same as when you fall in love.
Which, of course, all these sick thoughts (from the delirium of fasting to prostitution or coca, in fact) serve to keep out the door.
But if in the end we get the same pain, however, the cube, and a lot more sad, because this, you get ... What is all I'm slamming doors "No pain"?
prostitution by choice, so "different" .. you will be literary, but, beyond that, it is only the first gesture toward a trash can where he is head-ends. There, amid a lot of crap-smelling poultices and the soul is lost, you always think that sooner or later you gonna take out, always think that "you" you are different .. a person's "free" .. you do not smudge, but in fact, clearly looks at everything from above ... your customers will love well, because you know that in you there is something "different" ... in short, the same delusion as you start drograsi of any (other) thing. But are all the usual lies, and eventually makes it so disgusting that even the most gatherings, the soul, in that trash where you parked.
And I know what I say, nn be fooled by the sugary (like most of you interpret it) look of my blog.
PS-E below, we also place the Buddha appeared in this morning, shares in the bottom of my blog:
The wise ones fashioned speech with Their thought, sifting it as grain is Sifted through a sieve.
(Buddha) 
Today I'll tell you a few things that I read about 2 "your" blog and what made me think. A chronicle, a guide, a review ... no, a sharing, ok, this is more clear: a share.
mirmillo ago in his blog a kind of praise of coca, segretino that the thing that makes us so abstract it is plastic: nn you hungry, you feel safe (in fact: all-powerful), nn so you never sleeps In short, perfect. Add relationships in which one feels omnipotent, because it spreads its charm in elegant frames with attractive men that then we will pay. I am willing to pay, and so much! in theory are in strong position, but the real strong here, we .. as really desirable (all from Smurfette naivete, but should be).
Strong and fragile .. aware of the sensitivity of our soul, which, however, poor, live in a world of shit .. we can do. But in all that we resist and fight (and you look in the mirror), exhibitions of our being "unique" ... and, in short, is the refrain of all the blogs of the girls who sell it for good, and feel special for this, from a hangover and the other shopping and pay compliments. In short, in short, today mirmillo writes:
" that he is not My boyfriend tells me that his son even though he knows full well that it is not. With him beside me feel like a goddess .. a powerful deity does not know what.
do not eat, sleep, do not blame fatigue. What I want to be in life! I know it is coca, which is why I shot more. But only when I'm with him, if there is not that there is no reason to look at.
I do not want to be a slave to anything, let alone a shitty drug.
But I want to be perfect as they are when shooting. I do not need anything. (...) After a while, however, the body starts to break yesterday I was awake 24 hours without eating or drinking anything. God how I felt immortal. but I know that it is she who transforms me ..- I I want to be well-... I do not even recognize in the mirror .. I'm afraid of what I see. I do not know if you ever .. I can hardly mirror, I see more and more lean. Long hair down to my ribs. Wide-eyed but tired .. This is an image, but I (speaking of the unconscious level) but I imagine that at all. Please if you ever happen to you .. let me know. I'm afraid of becoming mad. Actually I'm not afraid .
Already, more than "fear" ... sure you're not afraid, indeed! Nn almost believe it .. here we realize the dream of all idiot, it seems the description of one of those tizie slap from hospital on advertisements from fashion designers for years more idiotic.
Another is in contrast to mirmillo, saying that if he wants to "do this job you have to be more lucid as possible." And in another comment alludes to the "courage" of the girls who do these "experiences".
And sorry if I break all the boxes, but you also want to repeat what I wrote in mirmillo, because as the collective madness spreads, certain "choices" become just as pervasive and as I am a busybody, I can not do without to oppose. A
mirmillo say you're not mad. But it becomes so: I repeat, I speak seriously.
You say "Please, if it ever happened to you .. let me know ... Well, okay, I do know, and also to all of you who do coke, or you find it interesting.
If I do not happen, it's because I pulled 2 times, I've seen where the real "beauty" of coca (and those who believe it is a drug for the disco are just poor, illiterate) and I also immediately noted No that would last. You do not need to be smart, why, just look around. I held the candle to a "him" (of which I was heart-rending love) for quite a while ', trying to pull off than where you are now and where you go down more and more like idiots (another matter of course, if no drugs that would be?). So, I could see with absolute ease, as a naturalist or a biologist looks at beetles reproduction through mitosis under the microscope, its scientific madness. Because, you see, these things just so you can see really well: when you do not do, and you're in. (but real) life of one who does. My mother, friends, colleagues ... nn to see these things .. indeed, "he" (and in this case you), it usually seems sane and in many (tantissimi!) moments seem even brighter, sexier than ever, even cheerful, etc. ...
But the other "you" (me, in this case) to assist a clear mind all the filth and squalor, how the same person - just left alone with you - it changes from time to time and lets see what horror is cultivating a plant in as pitcher, who then eats the brain. The thing starts to get really blown when the guy in question starts to think that the whole world is a shit (and because) they are all assholes, or dangerous, or bad .. is called paranoia, and is a constant of coca. It is because our world view is a mirror of how we us.
indeflettibile And the truth is inevitable and that those who do coke becomes bad in a terrible way, and nn is nothing that makes it more unfortunate as to be bad. All this is part of a real crazy, because coca fuck your brain, I decided I nn is a fact. In our case, in less than a year, the most wonderful person in the world was a scoundrel, and, moreover, dug from this unhappiness that she eventually died. And goodnight. Yes, not everyone, but many that seem to have not happened are dead even while they seem to live, and the word does not exist in zombie case. Then, I took me a long time 'to recover. But it can be: all you can be reborn, but you have to make choices. The joy does not rain from the sky. Or maybe you. but we must be able to do the rain dance.
And now we come to the real crux of the matter: All the initial symptoms (ie those "beautiful") of coca, but without hurting the health and happiness always accompanied by crowds, are the same as when you fall in love.
Which, of course, all these sick thoughts (from the delirium of fasting to prostitution or coca, in fact) serve to keep out the door.
But if in the end we get the same pain, however, the cube, and a lot more sad, because this, you get ... What is all I'm slamming doors "No pain"?
prostitution by choice, so "different" .. you will be literary, but, beyond that, it is only the first gesture toward a trash can where he is head-ends. There, amid a lot of crap-smelling poultices and the soul is lost, you always think that sooner or later you gonna take out, always think that "you" you are different .. a person's "free" .. you do not smudge, but in fact, clearly looks at everything from above ... your customers will love well, because you know that in you there is something "different" ... in short, the same delusion as you start drograsi of any (other) thing. But are all the usual lies, and eventually makes it so disgusting that even the most gatherings, the soul, in that trash where you parked.
And I know what I say, nn be fooled by the sugary (like most of you interpret it) look of my blog.
PS-E below, we also place the Buddha appeared in this morning, shares in the bottom of my blog:
The wise ones fashioned speech with Their thought, sifting it as grain is Sifted through a sieve.
(Buddha)
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Rose Garden Seats By Rows
Ehm .. you'll see that ...
I am a little 'sfarfalleggiante here and there, lately ... and how are you?
I am a little 'sfarfalleggiante here and there, lately ... and how are you?
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