Laserborderless Printing

almost self-flagellation

And if tomorrow to put on quite atskuyu painted Tyrolean skirt and sweater with the neck in a careless tone (as told to my sister Daria (sik!), and the eyes in an absolutely nakrasili violet-military coloring. And so glances and down or sideways, as appropriate, shtob all thought that today is something mysterious to create, not otherwise.

And then, after returning home by the light of the day, consider that the eyes are more like two bruises, and nefig not mysterious, but rather a lack of hepatic them something. And the skirt in -20 is not nearly as atskaya, and absolutely, and vice versa, and with these boots only at night and wear it, especially if you meet all the years met and forgotten friends. And even if you do not meet, so look at yourself in the mirror and think, Comrade Wajda! and why only trellis dragged with a large mirror on the most prominent place, like reflections You see their little: in elevators, and restrooms - only a deep and look as you start to mow proudly - bang, and a mirror. Ugh. Hell fit.

A vobschem something still cold for atskoy skirts, and no desire.
Although seine dressing.
But the fact companions, the very fact.

Lord, what is it I carry it? (C)

Color Of Stoolcranberry Juice

carteja @ 2010-01-23T17: 01:00

about anything

say anything, then this speech will be long,
Like a train that once had not submitted to us.
And the sunset shadow. And the night unanswered call.

Wake at least someone who would say that he sees me,
Who would still remembered how to give the names of gods,
Who's memory is now at least one of the names of call.

We go on its January ashes indeveloy land
ugly girl in a handful of catch bumblebees.
Without love, hard. I say, without love, hard.

Saying hard, and burn something even harder.
Look as glares at the moon faded trunk.
If a wraith is large, and his gestures too broad.

again moving shadow and the shadow of twelve reasons
in the darkness at random gold stove cakes,
Expand dusk in the picture nestrashnyh losses.

Do not walk on water, only to waste his feet wet,
not touch the ground, because it zarychit. Just
sit and sit. In the dark. In the dark. In the dark.

yurrikon

Does Bleach Kill Scabies

from the play William Saroyan's" Time of Your Life "

"While alive, live, without being neither himself nor the fact of life that during this glorious time in contact of you, no ugliness or death. Search everywhere good, and finding, making it the light and let it be free and proud. No more material and carnal, it breeds death, and it will surely die. Revealed in all purity and innocence. Encourage virtue in every soul, where she hid and groans from the secular court, and violence. Avoid the obvious, it is not worthy of a clear eye and kind Serce. Do not put yourself above or below its neighbors. Remember, every person is a form of yourself. Wine and your neighbor falls on you, as well as his innocence. Despise evil and ungodliness, but not atheists and villains. They do not judge. Do not be ashamed of kindness and generosity, but if it comes into your life it's time to kill, kill, and do not repent. Live, while alive, adding to worldly suffering and sorrow, smile and boundless charm and the mystery of this marvelous time. "
....
Mary: (after a brief pause) What do you do?
Joe: I am engaged? To be honest, nothing.
Mary: You are always so much you drink?
Joe: (a tone scientist) is not always the case. Only when I'm awake. And every night I'm, you know, seven to eight hours of sleep.
Mary: How good. I mean, drink only when awake.
Joe: (thoughtfully) Yeah, it privillegiya.
Mary: Do you really like to drink?
Joe: (confidently) So as I like to breathe.
Mary: (nicely) why?
Joe: (dramatic) Why I like to drink? (Pause.) Because I do not like it when I cheat. Because I do not like most of the time walking around dead and only occasionally come to life. (Pause.) When I do not drink, I get confused on the ears in any nonsense, like everyone else. I'm getting busy. Doing different affairs. Different small, idiotic affairs for various petty, stupid reasons. Arrogant, selfish, mundane affairs. I just did them. But now I'm not doing anything. All the time I just live. And then I go to bed. (Pause.)
Mary: And sleep well?
Joe: (as a matter of razumeeyuscheesya) Of course.
Mary: (softly, almost tenderly) And what are your plans?
Joe: (loudly, but also with tenderness) Plans? I have no plans. I just woke up and get up.
\u0026lt;........>
Joe: (pensively) Why do I drink? (Pause, during which he reflects on it. Obviously his thoughts are deep and complex, and because of this, his face appears very comical and naive expression.) On this question there is a fairly complex answer. (He smiles abstract .)\u0026lt;...> (As a doctor) So why I drink? (As a scientist) does not. Why do people drink? (Thinking) At the bottom of each twenty-four hours.
Mary: (with sadness, but alive) Yeah, right.
Joe: Twenty-four hours. Of these twenty-four, at least, twenty-three and a half - my God, I do not know why - dull, dead, boring, empty and suicidal. Minutes on the clock rather than a life time. It does not matter who you are and what you do, twenty-three and a half hours out of twenty-four you spend waiting.
Mary: Waiting?
Joe: (Gesturing, loud) And the longer we wait, the less we have, what to expect.
Mary: (carefully, as an exemplary student Joe) Oh?
Joe: (continued) And this continues for days and weeks and months and years, and did not have time to look around, you realize that all these years, were dead. All minutes were dead. You yourself were dead. And there is nothing more to wait. It only remains to count the minutes on the clock. And they are no longer the time of your life. They are just minutes and idiocy. Beautiful, bright, clever idiocy. (Pause.) I have answered your question?
Mary: (frankly) I'm afraid so. Thank you. You are not worth it so take the trouble.
\u0026lt;....>
Mary: (listen) Do you have responsibilities?
Joe: (loudly) One and a thousand others. I must say, I feel obliged to all. To at least all the people I know. And for three years now, I'm trying to understand whether it is possible to live like in my mind to live a civilized man. I mean, not causing pain to others.
Mary: You - a celebrity?
Joe: Major. Completely unknown, but terribly famous. Want to dance?
Mary: Let.
Joe: (loudly) Excuse me. I do not dance. I do not think you'll agree.
.....

Hursthouse And Virtue Ethics - Abortion

road temptation ... The road to temptation!: P

so long since I have dreams that I can not even remember how they normally felt at this.
And it seems to me that I did can not sleep because I just close my eyes when it is impossible not to sleep, and open when you need to wake up.
Previously, it seemed trained blessing - no troublesome thoughts and internal dialogue before / during / after, no nightmares, no early morning weakness. And now, though like any seeming grace, it is bottomless, bezsnovidencheskoe state turns into a curse and goes on weekdays.
And I'm really going crazy.
The body turns out to be absolutely necessary to have dreams, if only as a light nighttime fantasy fiction for myself. And somehow it turns out that I do not share the border day and night (Not because of work schedule, but just so), where all the events seem real or unreal, out of a dependency, and recognize their origins without someone look of surprise I was not able to.
But how damn cool to close your eyes and fall asleep, falling asleep immediately after the order is not thinking about anything except rest for the eyes and brain. And to refuse such bliss is impossible.
That's how crazy. Or sell there soul ... Well, anyone that is, the themes and have fun. )

Hehe .... well actually remembered something:
Then you decide to refine and shouted: "Today we played the First Symphony in C minor, chain-mole" first, because he had other, at first he wrote first ... Tse-mole - it's up to the minor and in C minor - chain-mole. I say this to you to translate from Latin to
Latin language. "Then he paused and shouted: "Oh, this is what it is I talk.
As I had not been kicked out! .." Then the audience became ill at the same time of joy and
embarrassment.

Streaming Beautiful Agony

December 27 was my birthday and I got a nice little family party. I also had the right to a gift from Arashi: he said his first word!


We were at dinner and Hanna served dessert, a beautiful caramel cake she has itself done for the occasion. Of course, Kiba jumped with joy on seeing him, but before n'ayont Hanna and I had time to tell him to calm down, Arashi has turned toward his dad to tell him a faç ; are very sure 'Sit down! "


He surely too heard that word being said around him, he imitates to perfection our tone of voice when you told Kiba, Akamaru, Sora, or Biscuit Rose (the puppy that Kakashi took over) to do so. Kiba was immediately obeyed the command of Arashi, and has sat down to wait out without seeming at once a surprise around the table.


Finally, Neji was the first to be able to put into words our surprise, exclaiming 'The young Arashi talk! " what Kakashi said, and he obeyed! " which cause laughter total. I'm not sure Kiba really understood why he was laughing and I'm sure qu'Arashi still less understood, but it's a laugh that was good.


Today, cons, I'm not sure it was Shikamaru happy early to talk about Arashi. We go, Arashi, Sora and I visit the small and Kurenai Kokoro means always so good with Arashi. Kokoro has started repeating 'my' and 'pa' when asked to say 'mama' or 'papa', but his favorite word is always his first ' Shika '. What makes between babbling and Arashi Kokoro, the only words we could understand was "Shika!" Sit! " which does not seem to appeal especially to the latter who came to complain to Kurenai that he was tired of sitting.


A little message to Tenten, your project is still going well. Neji finished what you asked him to do, ultimately it was much easier than we thought. Kiba is also going for a short visit to Choji and his father this afternoon and they have both said they would be more than happy to do the renovations and to expand structures.