Jansen Nadine Skipping

splatter

rains and run. 53 to me passing by, but at least the 51 comes just in time.

arrive until Cimiano, I avoid the subway bagnaticcio umbrellas of others.

beep card, up the escalator, the last two steps in light travel. reach the green, Abbiategrasso.

I go I put in in the middle between the two doors and I turn to look at the people sitting on either side tulla.

I think, all of a sudden. that they would face if the head at this speed underground where we were transfixed by a giant spike in the middle and torn and I had finished before their eyes tired by 8 or more hours?

not think about my face, but to theirs. I would be the only one trajectory. except for some heart attack could potentially save everything, as long as the spike does not make any detour.

then shrug, smile and run a track on the player.

Blog Spot Austin Kincaid

04:25 to 04:32

h 04:25
is very late and sleep does not come. yet I feel a rag.
roll a tobacco cigarette and bone-dry at the time the filter I see that as the Collao always on my side. snort. is not serious, but always happens.
I say 'is the latest' after uploading dozens of photos - as always, not mine - because they are lagging across the board.

and I echoed the words in his ear. weight on his shoulders, yet another.
mass does not matter. laugh up there because I'm just like, but I should.

forever and always in the head with this thing which can be defined judged by others.

this strange day, without rain, the desire to be alone and a lot of people. strange to think that in a few months everything will be different. it will be, I'm sure.
collectors are changing and who knows what happened to you.
I wanted to write, but not now. there is no music and there is nothing amazing to be transposed. Institute runs as usual, sparks and glimmers are awfully quick to disappear. and also to reappear.
years ago, these days I'm in love. twice.

now when I drive in the car I think it is too late. discover it's crazy and scary.

h. 4:32 a cigarette is over.

Veet Longer Than 6 Minutes

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3, originally uploaded by Miss The arrogance has Nasodacornflakes .

take the letters, there are three. beetle in my imagination I can not find another word, I'm afraid I really do not exist. in any language I know.

touches think when you stop for a moment and then boom, another caper. things slide on, but not as smooth as I thought.
distort the I do not need the nose, flush flies weightless. not need to feel better or worse. just do not feel.

no excitement, now I understand that there is little point. a bright flash and then the mist that seems to cover a kilometer of road.
you have little time to ogle the window because all uncoil and remains empty air.
did not even smell.

Sayings For Wishing Well

I do not want you coming back

to be sad.

sometimes I realize that afflicts me more about the idea of \u200b\u200bhurting someone than that of well-I. I never found a balance between selfishness and selflessness.

and in the meantime, the network seems to me the saddest place in the world. I'd like to do boom times.

Mount & Blade Take A Wife

open my eyes and two o'clock.
is the feast of the republic, but I notice when I turn on the television, accidentally pressing the button 3 on which are giving the TG region. Maroni celebrated in Varese rather than in Rome. so be it.

wake up I looked at my room, the piles of folded clothes in summer a little 'accident on the boxes that they have locked up all winter, the chair of hidden things and try not made or used and not stored. it's a bit 'cold tonight at 5 there was no time to look like pajamas or something that would make the place, but the window was open.

called the throat, I headed to the fridge thinking about the previous evening and drink sparkling water (Now no bubbles). I think if some blame for the 'hate last night, but I do not think so. just do not know how to always run my presence in a place with more people.

and now? you should eat. the rice salad is gone from the fridge and was the only thing I could take and eat, the rest in its preparation distract me at the thought of being swallowed.

fast back to the first thought that I made. 'Clara, if I could choose how to make your room would be like?' Good question. I do not think, but I can not even say how I would have liked. always has the air of having to be placed, finished, completed. as if the room of a house of students.
I went away in a white room and landed in a room ... white.
do not have a headboard. if we lay down and I looked straight at me, I see myself in a door / wardrobe mirror: I read, I do something to your computer, dozing, talking (a little) on the phone. or I drive.

and today?