roskis @ 2005-09-14T18: 09:00
not going to believe me, but the latter escapes me. it's as if you were you to eat the icing on the cake and then suddenly disappear. starting to get tired. much. physically. yesterday brushed fainting. I think this begins to beat. I have to sleep and eat. and Curran less and dream more. I do not know, I like. ago two years there were nobody on the radio and you've slowly been making a hole. a hole. how that sounds. as if digging. like moles. to get to see the light at the surface. though they are blind. I'm in the library, initially to prepare the project, but the inspiration takes time, and I have none, or not work as it should. today I dropped a paragraph to chus care about cinema. and finally I felt good. is something that neither I nor I will. I do not like. I hate those people who plant a sticker on the front that says it for me I control an egg and I'm going to show. I care about an egg. know what I know, period. every time I think of this R returns to the mind. now without rancor or hatred or any kind of bad feeling. I would like to see him in London, with green hair at home where lenes squat or sleep. well, actually I do not think she sleeps in that certainly has not changed. sometimes I miss him. certain aspects of it. Sometimes I remember all my past stories and do miss things from them. how P did nothing but tell me how beautiful she was, how wonderful, how sexy, how much it excited him even when asleep ... I do not know, I loved it all, that now I have ... and D, with all that passion to overflow, which can not be controlled either by a second, how much life, the rapture, and C, my boy C, with those butterflies and the serene calm ... do not know, I'll let him I get nostalgic, melancholy. I eat jelly beans. I need a sugar explosion inside me. I'll call you. to tell you that I miss you. yesterday I got your card you made that trip and still threw me a laugh. I'll tell you I'm dying to see you and that will not wait long to do so. I'm leaving. I go to you. to sink into your chest to tickle me and has to run out of the risa.me like the series I'm doing at the fotolog.con all those colors and the mix of nick and the texts of mine. I do not know. sometimes with other simple things create great. I really like, although it is not I who should say. soon I'll do another tattoo. I need it.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Synthesis Of Benzocaine Lab
roskis @ 2005-09-11T23: 51:00
a photo of Sunday. a post. another and another. first words of the messenger. kissing in the form of colored jelly beans. more and more words, one after another, telling stories and feelings, feelings, past, present and future. hours laughing and crying. remembering and dreaming. hours to evolve over time. came the kisses, which also evolved. kisses became more intense, hugs, caresses, in nights of passion. Birthday sms successive precious. and more sms of all types have or might have. analyzing all the possible forms of communication. evolve over time, with each word. you're my friend. no. you're not. are much more than that. June 11. you appear from behind as we had dreamed. touch me, kiss me and gave me the palace of the moon. a walk through a wall and break the walls that separate us. it all starts. everything begins to start in a beautiful. and I know that when you drive back home I will miss you. less. I need more. and make me laugh when we walked by Santander and my feet hurt. and I get excited when we get lost in the park. and drive me crazy when I love in a hotel room either, you love me at night, in the morning, when water slips for our bodies. and everything is as if time has not happened, but it happens and absences become immense. thankfully come, there is a defiled bed, sofa green ... and thank goodness that touch me to sleep, and that I feel when I see you sleeping. and thank god that you love me night after night with more intensity. here today, gone tomorrow. other night. dinner, a walk, a thousand stories. sixth floor of another hotel, dim lighting and some breeze coming through the window. look into my eyes. look into my eyes. I look at you if you stay inside, as you know that I like. not even necessary that you request. and embracing death, feeling as calm breaths, as the sweat is diluted as the heart becomes slow ... feeling on top, inside, warm, serene feeling .... feeling. Today I feel you, if you're not. Today marks three months since you took me to your palace of the moon. I do not want to leave. I want to stay in the tower, lean out and shout to the horizon I feel, what you already know and you do not need to type to make it true.
a photo of Sunday. a post. another and another. first words of the messenger. kissing in the form of colored jelly beans. more and more words, one after another, telling stories and feelings, feelings, past, present and future. hours laughing and crying. remembering and dreaming. hours to evolve over time. came the kisses, which also evolved. kisses became more intense, hugs, caresses, in nights of passion. Birthday sms successive precious. and more sms of all types have or might have. analyzing all the possible forms of communication. evolve over time, with each word. you're my friend. no. you're not. are much more than that. June 11. you appear from behind as we had dreamed. touch me, kiss me and gave me the palace of the moon. a walk through a wall and break the walls that separate us. it all starts. everything begins to start in a beautiful. and I know that when you drive back home I will miss you. less. I need more. and make me laugh when we walked by Santander and my feet hurt. and I get excited when we get lost in the park. and drive me crazy when I love in a hotel room either, you love me at night, in the morning, when water slips for our bodies. and everything is as if time has not happened, but it happens and absences become immense. thankfully come, there is a defiled bed, sofa green ... and thank goodness that touch me to sleep, and that I feel when I see you sleeping. and thank god that you love me night after night with more intensity. here today, gone tomorrow. other night. dinner, a walk, a thousand stories. sixth floor of another hotel, dim lighting and some breeze coming through the window. look into my eyes. look into my eyes. I look at you if you stay inside, as you know that I like. not even necessary that you request. and embracing death, feeling as calm breaths, as the sweat is diluted as the heart becomes slow ... feeling on top, inside, warm, serene feeling .... feeling. Today I feel you, if you're not. Today marks three months since you took me to your palace of the moon. I do not want to leave. I want to stay in the tower, lean out and shout to the horizon I feel, what you already know and you do not need to type to make it true.
How Do U Give A Hand Job
roskis @ 2005-09-10T22: 51:00
and this inevitably progresses over time, as inevitably happens, as it happens and must happen. three months ago are now the clock but actually are many more, as a chewing gum that looks small but can stretch. right now I'd be there for you, putting your hands under your shirt and start to get me to caress her breasts so passionately kiss as usual, as if your life was at it, tearing the skin to bite. chewing pleasure and affection in equal parts on the scale. I miss you. can we continue to infinity and beyond or say that tomorrow we can not continue to maintain the dream, the house of cards, the figure cast with sticks, sand castle ... typing so fast I can not think of anything else. Today I sat on the green sofa in the corner of the element and I remembered how I made love right there on that day we saw the vitoria jazz festival on TV after kissing sweet tea flavored . after all still here, and I know, tomorrow is already three months, there may be more. Today I am glad to think that you're there when everything changes. I have fear. Monday at the radio. assume such responsibility. I do not know if I can. but when I close my eyes I see you smiling in the distance and I forget. I love you, you know. are, in men, the best friend I have. and above we make love. I do not know if I can ask for anything more to life. I feel within me, I want you back to stay in, on me, hugging me, I feel like our van calming breaths as tension recedes, want to feel those minutes of full arousal. I want ... so many things that no longer applies to me soñarlas, to dream of you. but all this remains a dream
and this inevitably progresses over time, as inevitably happens, as it happens and must happen. three months ago are now the clock but actually are many more, as a chewing gum that looks small but can stretch. right now I'd be there for you, putting your hands under your shirt and start to get me to caress her breasts so passionately kiss as usual, as if your life was at it, tearing the skin to bite. chewing pleasure and affection in equal parts on the scale. I miss you. can we continue to infinity and beyond or say that tomorrow we can not continue to maintain the dream, the house of cards, the figure cast with sticks, sand castle ... typing so fast I can not think of anything else. Today I sat on the green sofa in the corner of the element and I remembered how I made love right there on that day we saw the vitoria jazz festival on TV after kissing sweet tea flavored . after all still here, and I know, tomorrow is already three months, there may be more. Today I am glad to think that you're there when everything changes. I have fear. Monday at the radio. assume such responsibility. I do not know if I can. but when I close my eyes I see you smiling in the distance and I forget. I love you, you know. are, in men, the best friend I have. and above we make love. I do not know if I can ask for anything more to life. I feel within me, I want you back to stay in, on me, hugging me, I feel like our van calming breaths as tension recedes, want to feel those minutes of full arousal. I want ... so many things that no longer applies to me soñarlas, to dream of you. but all this remains a dream
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