So at least one end of the world, according to what the Mayans have confided to Paul Fox in that dream made of Vaseline and children with early primary syphilis.
Treating a blog is an increasingly daring and quixotic, it is to the point that I stopped momentarily to write continuously for even my keyboard was bored. Social networks have taken over, and it seems that in 2011 we have nothing better to do than make the necessary compliments to some old man parafederalista, to fumble for a book far too long lost fuck with strangers from the increasingly dubious sexual identity and stay more perplexing in an effort to make sense of the headlines online.
In all this, I still pitch well. I am surrounded, like some of you will perceive, by an array of deadly insane babblings of sentimentalization character strings and a continuous noise emanating from the groin ohm of incidents in which angry psychotic from cul de sac that flounder in search of a bag of trivial resistance, being more terrified in front of the solemn booming of the thoughts that create the most miserable in their skull.
I?
I saw the church where he was crowned Barbarossa, Trappist beers I drank, I laughed in a whirlwind, I even started to enjoy and I put the mask in face of the Red Death, which by now should have done so down the primaries have turned into a virus and a major vocation.
If I told you why I say I am happy, I am crazy.
mean, * more * crazy.
But this being a blog, this does not concern you. You should, my humble opinion, simply to exist with a certain style, dodging blows and waiting for the existing fractures at the point at which flows a spark.
They are not actual cards, even though they may seem: are some hints. After being made available to you, can I return to my task more humble and always, that is to invent concerns, open up a laugh on the greenish jugular and make me want to have sex with dead animals.
As for the satire and / or humor, at the moment I have to do to other shores. What's going on you see it all.
the wrong people die, survive the wrong people, govern the wrong people, they speak the wrong people. Your stove
quiet and sad, your vulgarity and genuine, oh cives, is the worst ever stabbed you could give me. Needless to say, they deliver the dozen every day.
So I do not know what to say, say I want to close this post here more or less, remembering that where we are and what We expect you had already said the prince at the dawn of this last part of the century, thirty years ago.
But both know very well that there is in the midst of the sea, a white woman.
So as you know that the captain goes on to say that the hub board does not see anything.
There is only a little 'foggy that heralds the sun.
go ahead peacefully.
Treating a blog is an increasingly daring and quixotic, it is to the point that I stopped momentarily to write continuously for even my keyboard was bored. Social networks have taken over, and it seems that in 2011 we have nothing better to do than make the necessary compliments to some old man parafederalista, to fumble for a book far too long lost fuck with strangers from the increasingly dubious sexual identity and stay more perplexing in an effort to make sense of the headlines online.
In all this, I still pitch well. I am surrounded, like some of you will perceive, by an array of deadly insane babblings of sentimentalization character strings and a continuous noise emanating from the groin ohm of incidents in which angry psychotic from cul de sac that flounder in search of a bag of trivial resistance, being more terrified in front of the solemn booming of the thoughts that create the most miserable in their skull.
I?
I saw the church where he was crowned Barbarossa, Trappist beers I drank, I laughed in a whirlwind, I even started to enjoy and I put the mask in face of the Red Death, which by now should have done so down the primaries have turned into a virus and a major vocation.
If I told you why I say I am happy, I am crazy.
mean, * more * crazy.
But this being a blog, this does not concern you. You should, my humble opinion, simply to exist with a certain style, dodging blows and waiting for the existing fractures at the point at which flows a spark.
They are not actual cards, even though they may seem: are some hints. After being made available to you, can I return to my task more humble and always, that is to invent concerns, open up a laugh on the greenish jugular and make me want to have sex with dead animals.
As for the satire and / or humor, at the moment I have to do to other shores. What's going on you see it all.
the wrong people die, survive the wrong people, govern the wrong people, they speak the wrong people. Your stove
quiet and sad, your vulgarity and genuine, oh cives, is the worst ever stabbed you could give me. Needless to say, they deliver the dozen every day.
So I do not know what to say, say I want to close this post here more or less, remembering that where we are and what We expect you had already said the prince at the dawn of this last part of the century, thirty years ago.
But both know very well that there is in the midst of the sea, a white woman.
So as you know that the captain goes on to say that the hub board does not see anything.
There is only a little 'foggy that heralds the sun.
go ahead peacefully.
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