Black Death Who Survived

copy / paste


I decided to launch a competition in which all the bloggers can participate, to promote the work of the association Artelario . not think I'm the first to propose a game tied to the plot, but let's try anyway!
The game is this: who wants to join, copy and paste this pos t in his blog. Having done so, writes HERE (with commentary), the link of his blog indicating a number from 1 to 90 that has not already been chosen by others. The first issue of the Wheel of Rome during the extraction of selected Jan. 5, 2008 will decide the winner, who will send you a package with the award, which will consist of books and gadgets in our choice made by the association. Failure to win, prizes will be awarded to the second number drawn, or third, and so on. We obviously have no part of the association. All clear? So, good game!

How Long Does It Take A Pothos To Root

The idea of \u200b\u200ba man in the street I know it's strange

There is an old man who screams. He stands there and screams.

has no home, only cardboard to sleep on the street.
I see him sometimes. The Fisher King. He screams, but I've never caught him screaming. When I see it is quiet, sitting or lying in his suite at the corner of Avenida and Avenida Conde Miguel Bombarda Valbom.

Some people say that yelling. I've never seen screaming.
But there are times when my room feel, indeed, screams. I go to the window and look down: people passing, everything normal. The screams are gone.

Plan back to my desk, and the screaming started again. It 's a strange language, ancient or too futuristic to be understood by the common loop.

Maybe he wants to speak to us, telling us that we are in danger. Perhaps
is calling us, he is there, ready to help, but we do not feel it. Let
and pretend not to see him. We avoid, such as how to do it with excrement.
And like all the things we avoid, we believe that it is unnecessary. O evil worse.
So we avoid.
Maybe he is there for us, but we scanned, we too many things on my mind.

Maybe he just cold, maybe it needs, Maybe it's crazy, we wonder. But these sentences there
unnecessary rise about 100 meters after meeting him, when we turn the corner with the Gulbenkian Foundation, where he's not out there already.

I look and I do not feel anything anymore.

She stopped screaming.

Can Hernia Hurt Testicals

But I miss you. Somehow all.
I miss the monotonous routine of the little things Pallos, I miss the music, I miss you, my friends, I miss mine, too, I miss the electric guitar, rehearsal room, the laughter stupid things for stupid, but I do not tired ever, I miss my bike, I miss my small room, I miss my house full of mold, I miss the food, I miss the city park, I miss go around in places I know for a lifetime, I miss the summer not knowing what to do, I miss my mom that breaks, I miss my ex-girlfriend, but I'm trying to quit, I miss having to say "cheppalle places, I want to leave," I miss the flatbread, I miss the feel sing in the car and stopped in front of home at night, waiting to finish a song because I like too, I miss the small town, where every place can be achieved in a second (first if I already knew, now I truly realize ), I miss going to university by bicycle, I miss the people Forlì University, confide I miss, I miss the people I know for a lifetime, or at least make me feel at ease, I miss the dream of potermene go, I miss the people who tell me that I say bullshit, I miss the ideas here.
I think the only thing I miss is the humidity that pallosissima city.

course does not mean that in a day does not change your mind.

Hello everyone.

Sunny Wagner E Miosotis

And to finish in style ...

Well annoys me a bit 'start a blog as you would expect, or at least I would expect.
Type "you start" or anything like that. So
.
Of course like all the other blogs that I (a) I do not know absolutely what to write, I made it for fun, everyone has it, everyone uses it, everybody talks about it (no, this is just for emphasis), but I end up I never thought about what everybody does. So why am I here? I'm still wondering. Perhaps because
it's time to learn to put my thoughts somewhere, to be able to express myself sometimes, and not with words and ideas of others, but with mine.
Maybe I'm writing here, because these ideas I can best express by writing, I realized now. I can not speak, and this is nothing new. Perhaps
(had said not to know how many I do not know how many times, I do not know for how many people, but in the end is what goes through my head right now) I'm just writing to myself.
Maybe. But who cares
.
I'm slowly learning the value of the word Never mind. All
, and this I can confirm, are uncaring. Who is more, some less. I
, without modesty, in many situations was one of "less."
And in others, of course, I was one of the "more". (Obviously a matter of priorities ...)
But it is time to change, as I wrote elsewhere. Why I'm realizing that the Most of the people is part of the "less", so, if all I reproach I have to be more conformist, I think this is a good way to start!
Other topics?
are in Portugal. Erasmus . For the uninitiated is a period of study abroad, which can last from 3 to 9 months in my case. I have chosen for 6.
After a while a story is over 'important (yes a lot'), my life, a few weeks ago, a lot of people here told me, and keeps telling me that I should stay here all year, since I have a very strong bond that no longer exists. But I do not know why , now I feel even more need to go back, perhaps because I was taken out of the ground beneath your feet so fast ... I have to reorganize itself, in this "new" life. But
fuck you because I'm telling these things?
Well, I have to remember to get me to adjust the filter to the sense of privacy.

Goodnight all

Denise Milani Know, Once Posed Topless

Japanese Market

On 16 December in Rome there will be another Japanese market!

publishing the notice that appears on the site giapponeria :

: FREEMARKET JAPANESE::

* Finally, the third edition of the Japanese Freemarket has an end date: Sunday, December 16, 2007 from 11am until late at night, this time at the Artists' Club, in Old Casilina 42, ROME!

I Woke Up With A Very Sore Left Testicle

Pink bento

Hello everyone! These days I always plenty to do and my blog suffers ... But in any case always shooting photos, so I just the place!

Saturday I had a lecture at the University grueling, eight hours of fury! This is because we missed the lesson on Friday due to the transport strike.

Since I had to stay in power all those hours I said "What's better than a fun and tasty bento ?"...

And so, here's my lunch:

Yasa Karee raisu (curried rice with vegetables) with a grain of radicchio. Heart-shaped boiled egg and potato. Mandarins and mayo (but in the end I did not eat) to the egg. For a snack, Pocky Strawberry Hello Kitty ^ ^