Soul Silver Anti Freeze (u) Patch

The routine tasks of taming

I have something I still do not know, but I know that, besides there somewhere (in the library of Babel, for example), is clinging to a neuron in pulse indecent and do not leave me alone. I want to discover who that someone who is characterized in my unconscious, because I think the symbols have their character, the little dreamers, created in the image and likeness of us parents. Tracking

structure, Sometimes an idea or a spirit and from that Achilles heel of a concept generates. Many times I go places and with the memory, sometimes not even stay there and reminiscent of a crude product left to the imagination of the neo-neo-Platonic. Sometimes I get for believing in the pieces of words, not images in the lyrics of the worlds anything too abstract. I want to say something but not always straight, and that sometimes the meaning (what means) is demagnetized, and compass of our home fleeing the south.

Sometimes I just say that I'm alive, sometimes I live to be able to say something. Sometimes you just I speak ... and sometimes, when the backs are feeling the wall I walk with my fingers, I write. The

Sound Clip Of Someone Answering The Phone

Shadow are

shadow color, shadow you.

Of the thousands of white walls
you seal that keeps the secret.
In between the mirrors, the only
that reflects what should be. Navigating
unpainted pictures,
sketch of a single color, painting
nuances of the question.

Of the senses or sight or touch
of corpuscles,
or smell or taste or hearing.
are pure instinct, pure
memory like water seeping from the sand,
as light in the fog. And although

light, shadow color, shadow
you.

East Sides Marios Shredded Cheese

From West to East (Part II)

The colony moves faster, but a fog around you is responsible for distorting the distant objects and people for your eyes only focus what's important, Natalia. You are part of the colony but feel out of it. Their movements are oblique lines, has rhythm, harmony and melody at a time. But you can hardly notice it, because now they're isolated, and even more of it.

usual I love that you have to experience things before or after they have happened. Illusion, you say again with a smug smile to face you know the answers of all things, and not only do you think capable of that, but you can answer them in a sophisticated manner. You're wrong, I think it is a disability that does not want to concentrate now on it: in their hands in your mouth or in his words. I see you and it makes me laugh, just listen to what your answer says to bullfight and want to show who you are Take a little under the feathers!

I like this ice cream shop, is near the end of the world, just like home. Do people always so nice to her? We do not feel insignificant, remember that she is with you, and most likely, if she notices that the ice cream looks at him with varied intentions, probably also think it's good because it is a form of redemostrarte As it, the PVP. So boldly daring to inquire about its intentions, but only a vague guess, do not listen to me, better watch it, it looks so innocent ... Her eyes shine to hear you talk. Her small hands do not hold the ice cream balances it magically, it does float. His tongue is bathed in cold and flavors. Sorry, I can not stop talking about it without adhering a decorative adjective. Your turn to balance the temperature right? I'm suffocating heat, unable to drink a frozen, unable to even drink it. If you looked at the sky at this time you'd realize that we are close, very close to noon. The heat is vulnerable and you gently made you lose patience, and do not look to him, but his lips. Under the sun, walking home in this town where the souls seem to have evaporated, are you, her and the wall. And the shadows also seem to have evaporated, but there are just hidden under the floor, waiting for the sun to let their guard post at the highest point of heaven, in all its monstrous glory dry. For this reason, the light just blind my eyes and I can not see the time you throw against the wall, his wrists and take the keys, crucify the wall. The sun and its fucking 90 degrees at the point of equilibrium now depends entirely on you choosing the course to take ...

is the one p.m. and the sun sets in the west, strange, and I keep looking as frustrated with her walk. Looks at you with pity, and do not know if it was you or if it was me who left his wrists bruised. Today was not my day, and although it was yours, was not good for you. You are the loser, who lets himself be dominated by fear, which plans the speeches, the one who goes there, coming home with pockets Natalia hands, with a nearly tears redrawing and refracting the iris. She comes to your door, your Submission is your shame and before closing the door you think of saying, "Nature is a mysterious poem of secret signals." She says: "take care" and closes the door of his house.

Okay, I will not attack you now, I know that has not been an easy day, full of pent-up tension, and not unloaded enough. If only the sun had decided to fall in the east. I'm not throwing in the face, but I'm sure I would have dominated. Why, comforts you, get to think about Natalia, imagine that I have in my bed, imagine what I would have done with it. In a totally dark evening in my room, when the last lights go out at dusk, try to see as I would have torn clothes. Do not you feel better? To me yes.

The way back is even longer, and it is not going to matter that the beggar more stinky is sitting beside you on the bus. Listening to that hateful ranchera music world is no more acceptable, and worse with your face loser. Emanate weakness, and therefore the world hates you one more day, as long as the sun goes down by your side. Okay, do not mind me, just that matter, the shadows are only two-dimensional bodies.

In your room, unfortunately the sun shines like the morning, only now descends. The solitude of your room now perennial choking, and see you lying face down with your face on the pillow wrapped in that mix your saliva and your tears ... How do you expect us to dance under the moonlight and let us hand over to illusions of night? Sleep again, but you get up early tomorrow because the sun will not come through your window and I just wake up wanting to kill myself. Tomorrow the sun will not show until noon, and this time, if I survive myself I'll win the game. Do not hate you just do not work as a team, the perfect day is the one that goes against the grain. These days when the sun crosses the sky from west to east.

How Loud Is A Desert Eagle

From West to East (Part I)

open your eyes, get up, not close them again. That happens in the days when sunlight comes in through your window, something very rare in a room facing the west. You go and come back, walk in a circle. Drunk with the past and the future: dreams I say, I now claim it: that overwhelms you with joy.

This happened yesterday remember? Woke up at the same time provided only that you did not stay in bed, but remembered the same thing last night to comfort your dream. Now it's like, your mother can not help but notice the smile on your face and you try to pretend austerity. Mothers are not underestimated: going to see Natalia. Why

delays in the bathroom? Water slides thousands of times and sailing the same routes in your body before walking into the pipe. What happens is you think about what will happen later when you meet her, so far beyond where left his home and think about what is going to say, but that is difficult, it is easier to think of what you're going to say. I bet that when you wipe with a towel and have another speech in mind, each with about five different possibilities to answer ... But you forget, and I know a lie when you say you prefer the surprise.

"Nature is a mysterious poem of secret signals" I bet you gonna do that, but I hope not to disappoint you that do not understand. Are you going to say and even if you think you've wondered about it. I think it's the opposite, that the poem is a mysterious nature of signs, but if I do not doubt your speech prefabricated, so do not be surprised, she at least pretend.

Yes, everything is a circus, until you're part of it when you think about it while looking at ants carrying and bringing food court. It bothers me that you continue rambling about the same until you realize you're not getting on the bus and you get the loose pocket and the conductor looks at you with a face. Let me guess that comes to mind: "It was my fault." Do not know how to do it, perhaps as a sign of humility. Wrong. It shows a huge ego, damn it, think the world revolves around you.

Well, I took a seat quickly, your mishap with the collector is not going to stop looking up for awhile. If at this moment to ask you what I'm thinking surely I would say that you seem to me predictable. Well, you guess right and wrong at once. But let's leave that discussion for later, better put your mind on something more relaxing, something that makes you feel good. I think the right decision, that to get to think about Natalia. Sure, the subject encompasses many possibilities.

For example, it is time to get to think like her on the bed. You're on a bus, irresponsible. I propose a topic: Will they think of you more than you in it? It is a vast subject, which actually is not much, considering that there is very little chance of that find, but at least you keep busy for a long time. Do not be disappointed so fast, do not say it's impossible to know, of course it's impossible! So what? Since you are mature enough to know that you can not have anything for granted.

The road is long but the minutes do not dance in a row but marching in column, and you see every second, one after the other. The sun is in the west and in ascent, is one of those days. What if you look slightly to your surroundings, not many people to remember your incident, also must have better things to think about. By your side, on the other window is that small child who looks at you curiously. Do you remember yourself? That's not left you with a string of superb "bug rare. " Children together are not very different, at least not go thinking about whether this or that person is good or bad. I hate those two words but I just have to use them.

Well, you just sat down beside a lady. Did you cheat and it seems that the woman also. I do not know if you pretend to be nice or if they really are, the lady preferred the former as I believe the latter, and you're still in the neutral, which unites us in a separate observation platform to the lady and me. From there, the woman beneath the opulent red perhaps hides some pairs of silver threads and I, we observe with compassion almost noble, we both know you would have preferred it with you she feels fresh and whole.

But the good lady did not know you as well as I, and I know that the only difference that existed between her and the twenty ay is a tiny amount of sweat on your brow, a smile hidden and intense friction, light and concealed . Come on, I know that you had never spoken, and if you liked, she would probably not you. Do not blame the city of cold, must be something more related to the customs, those that are losing the meaning, in short, I do not know ... We

. That strange feeling, that strange cliché. Go back to your center, there is, look, Tell me you remembered those eyes from yellow and brown. The color of a tree whose roots drink gold. Your skin can not be described nor his lank black hair but involve an infinite space If you get to have it, I'll let you enjoy it?