Saturday, March 18, 2006

Best Confirmation Letter To Church






















product: COFFEE
category: only a cup of coffee?

Coffee (1) of mornings spent fumarci words. Coffee (2) of cold mornings, the winter cold, calm and composure, dress in layers and sweaters that do not rustle and s'appiccicano, misted glass and glass doors to the world for some coffee (3).
tear the bag with the words "sugar for energy" emptied in a few flakes of sugar on the saucer as the snow falls this morning is that granules.
Coffee (4) of lines with smiling eyes, to take the place of pursed lips and engaged in small sips of smiles. Coffee (5) long, icy smiles calmed and relaxed by small and hot coffee (6). Coffee (7) of good morning sleepy and go as he goes, coffee (8) nervous, anxious, asthmatic periods since perhaps too tachycardia due to too much coffee (9). Coffee (10) calls for coffee (11) as he chases another yawn and I humor him and I am addicted to chasing adrenal (coffee) ine in the legs and in the orbits. Coffee (12), coffee (13), coffee (14)?? And I'm 14 ... "Coffee is addictive ... I should write about my cups in this period. Even these four lines seem incomplete like a day with too much coffee. Plan. Basta. Plan. I need to catch my breath. Breath. Breath. Breath. Breath. The cold
fingertips touch me the eyelids, cheeks, lips ... it begins to age when they begin to be aware of his face. Meanwhile
appearance his face, slowly, in the service of today, while the spoon, rhythmic, turn dance step.
cup and saucer ... ... sugar ... coffee!

(Emile)

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Make A Rag Doll Outfit






























product: Hiccup (sob)
category: damned apnea

Hiccups by three, then four, * then 5, then * for six hours. Not with Tando * * * Yesterday evening I STRO * * ZZO zzato the singh in the pillow *. Asleep *. * * I can not even speak, write * to *, maybe a little '. 3 or seven hours of singhioz * * * zi with an average of one every 11 seconds *. This step goes crazy * * * as the scone temples * yo gurt. Suicide induced * sobs * you * suffocated in Mpie. * * Have you ever heard? Each asterisk is a
.* sigh * I think it's hysteria or C or maladjusted * * * sale or spring. Lecce ***** or cursed. What raises a sob * * * or the heck? I * heard * are * ia sleeping sickness or * laughter * sepp elliscono, but * sigh * every ten seconds at least ...
happen even * I * strange these days: a drunk day before yesterday ALTR * co * or * or has timbrat my nose with a punch * pe * holy * drog ato (as was commonplace at that time a pull Through the first crossover), the other night * l * Abbro upper * * is inflated as if he dared to kiss a Zanz * * ara. And two days or
*** sobs * and all I have attempted: seven consecutive shots of acq ua * rather than * apn and induced, a glass of lemon choked or cigarettes * * * and that could relaxes the muscles are . None. nothing *.
* I feel stupid, paranoid, ip * ocondriaco. Nothing manly *, * without a god. * How many asterisks *, mon Dieu! * Sky * sobs * i. A psychedelic torture
* trib * & ale. 12 / 2 * Apne * a.
(Erik the frog)

Monday, March 6, 2006

Colors Of Faith Bracelette Meaning






















prodouct: HELLO Piaggio
category: turbo A romantic Velocifero

angry owl with powdered sugar whose wings tend to move away slowly, metamorphosis mix of clouds and now it is a crocodile today mountains of snow and then pop-corn. The rest is from heaven hang washing out to dry, to close your eyes and sleep after a picnic.
few days will drive a moped. A "Hello" Piaggio, in theory white (cream to old age), yet in hibernation. This summer I want to go in the campaign in the afternoon with a slight Velocifero and a bunch of grass tied to a yellow green. Slow, in the 70 speed was available to everyone and my dad with a "Hello" to woo my mom. Fast, but slowly ... and the efforts that the sports physician today gave my heart blown troubles.
Emigrate with the "Hello". My Miss-
galatina find facts in front of the door that will pick you up. I press the left thumb with a whistle of cicada and run away.
(Erik Chilly)