Nemorense @ 2010-12-25T12: 07:00
Merry Christmas to all my contacts!
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Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Tent Cleaning Portland Or
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Thursday, December 16, 2010
Christian Dinner Slogans
Nemorense @ 2010-12-16T22: 35:00
E 'that still thought of the Italian custom of caring but to do nothing. Type my little neighbor who came over to tell me how being organized employment, the member of Greyhound. It made me tenderly. It reminded me of a phrase that I bounce in Pasolini's head for days.
I saw what happened in Rome and I want to get so many veils pitiful, but I can think of only Pasolini.
too, continually.
I was pain and tenderness. Will always caught in the middle, will never belong to any group and will always feel out of place.
will try to make nice, blacks will take days, I'll kill her sensibility and rationality will pull up and backwards.
will always be alone, against all alone with his head. And Executioner
ah, I was filled with pride have always been so.
E 'that still thought of the Italian custom of caring but to do nothing. Type my little neighbor who came over to tell me how being organized employment, the member of Greyhound. It made me tenderly. It reminded me of a phrase that I bounce in Pasolini's head for days.
I saw what happened in Rome and I want to get so many veils pitiful, but I can think of only Pasolini.
too, continually.
I was pain and tenderness. Will always caught in the middle, will never belong to any group and will always feel out of place.
will try to make nice, blacks will take days, I'll kill her sensibility and rationality will pull up and backwards.
will always be alone, against all alone with his head. And Executioner
ah, I was filled with pride have always been so.
Smoking Pot Lichen Planus
flamingo_road @ 2010-12-16T21: 34:00
Sometime ago I was fighting my pain
fighting to win just like it was a game
and I thought it would never end
And now I am somewhere else
oh I came just to visit and I don't think I'll stay
any longer, any longer
So I'll see you someday,
yeah, I'll see you sometime
sometime
Sometime ago I was watching the leaves
But now I am somewhere else
Sometime ago I was fighting my pain
fighting to win just like it was a game
and I thought it would never end
And now I am somewhere else
oh I came just to visit and I don't think I'll stay
any longer, any longer
So I'll see you someday,
yeah, I'll see you sometime
sometime
Sometime ago I was watching the leaves
lost in that world, in that life beneath the blue above my head
Sometime ago I was fighting my pain
fighting to win just like it was a game
Sometime ago I was fighting my pain
fighting to win just like it was a game
and I thought it would never end
But now I am somewhere else
oh I came just to visit and I don't think I'll stay
any longer, any longer
So I'll see you someday,
yeah, I'll see you sometime
And just like you said one time
you can go, you can go
you can go, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
you can go, I'll be fine
just fine
Sometime ago I was watching the leaves
lost in that world, in that life
beneath the blue
any longer, any longer
So I'll see you someday,
yeah, I'll see you sometime
And just like you said one time
you can go, you can go
you can go, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
you can go, I'll be fine
just fine
Sometime ago I was watching the leaves
lost in that world, in that life
beneath the blue
Sometime ago - Elisa
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Old Songs That Mention Drugs
flamingo_road @ 2010-12-05T11: 05:00
are not yet ready to leave this place. I think I deserve it. As the callus sull'anulare, like ink spilled on the page. I deserve everything is back like a boomerang, because it is mine. I keep it tight to not let me get away, because I will not even let him go. And write and write and write. My hands speak for me.
are not yet ready to leave this place. I think I deserve it. As the callus sull'anulare, like ink spilled on the page. I deserve everything is back like a boomerang, because it is mine. I keep it tight to not let me get away, because I will not even let him go. And write and write and write. My hands speak for me.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Best Cookware Flat Top Stove
Nemorense @ 2010-12-02T21: 53:00
Dear Santa,
I ask you not to fall down Pompeii, nor the amphitheater of Capua Vetere, or health in the Lazio and Lombardy. Come on, it seems more easier than yesterday! A big kiss
Erika
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Bernoulli Principle Mountains
Xstmas wishes .
Dear Santa,
ask you to give all the Italian spirit and honesty, respect for law and for others. Too much effort? But I still believe in you, Santa. With love
Erika
Dear Santa,
ask you to give all the Italian spirit and honesty, respect for law and for others. Too much effort? But I still believe in you, Santa. With love
Erika
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