the fragility of things
I personally think that the terribly limited time allotted to living things is a terrible insult, and that the world would be a better place if everyone was asked by procedures as correct as possible when and if would like to return part of the unstoppable flow of things. I am not saying
trivial or selfish feelings for the well-justified preference for immortality, but far more altruistic considerations above all - believe me - a practical nature.
My thoughts all'incalcolabile multitude of innocent and defenseless creatures, devoid not only of that indefinable spark of self-consciousness that we call thinking, but even a very simple central nervous system. Not of a type of cognitive ability, the ability to create smaller and philosophies religions that do accept their inevitable demise, imagine paradise packed, Uri rave redemption.
Of those innocent victims who see disintegrate under the eyes and the delicate architecture of celluline vital humors that had learned to call Life.
I speak - and my hand is trembling on the keys to the dismay - my little map of marjoram fall under the destructive fury of entropy, of my beautiful lavender now beyond any possibility of care of my carnivorous plants reduced to keep pathetic caricatures of leftover salad picked up from the garbage.
Ah! What illusion Spring, make plans, buy potting soil, pots get under the illusion of perpetual bloom. What terrible joke the summer, all perfumes, sprouts and basil that you do not time to make the pesto, which are already grown back. All dust, everything went irreversibly.
Life is nothing but a trinket given to children to be immediately resumed. That leaves empty vessels that do not know where to put. The thymus is not doing well, but maybe he resists. Fuck
get myself to buy the jars of dried spices. Even if they know all
invariably oregano.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Thermocol Cutting Backdrops
E 'General Winter Arrived Finally I finished
Every damn winter lord send me down to the earth springs to mind these words, I comes in the form of pop-up As soon as the temperature drops below a certain level very precisely.
level General Winter, say. The voice-over field of the pop-up is that of a 45 'that I was a child, the kind that you put in my orange mangiadischi.
What I burst a vein if I remember something about that record apart from the voice saying "now is the General Winter."
However, so, like every year if they have not forgotten, has arrived.
This time, only to scorn, I received a warm welcome. The smile that I made is still frozen, I think it will disappear in the spring. I look like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining, dammit.
just opened the door I was greeted by a flurry of infested pieces of ice that has not been seen since the days of Saint Seiya , accompanied from deep booming voice of the wind whistling through the trees and flapped windows.
"E 'come the General Winter" - I thought.
Exactly.
E 'sure that I will wake up every morning with the nipples hardened by frost - and I'll drill with the urine cup ice water - curse a thousand times the advent of this severe sir.
For now, I still appreciate the good side, the rest is from July of this aspect merdaviglioso climate. Clean, clear, and pinch the meat that seems alive, thoughts bright as ice.
This morning, the little pissing Zoom I thought the hills a lot. There is this project in which we are committed to continue to take precedence, among other things, and I feel we will keep in orgasm for a while 'time again. But almost feel the gears moving.
So this morning I heard them well, should be on the cold air.
To be honest I found some 'trivial choice of colors. Agreed, beautiful light grazing the green grass that makes it look green. Belli's effettini with clouds and also to cool the wind that makes the waves on the grain (hey I discovered that the wheat is planted in the fall ....: avalanche, or nothing, "came the General Winter." In my
Every damn winter lord send me down to the earth springs to mind these words, I comes in the form of pop-up As soon as the temperature drops below a certain level very precisely.
level General Winter, say. The voice-over field of the pop-up is that of a 45 'that I was a child, the kind that you put in my orange mangiadischi.
What I burst a vein if I remember something about that record apart from the voice saying "now is the General Winter."
However, so, like every year if they have not forgotten, has arrived.
This time, only to scorn, I received a warm welcome. The smile that I made is still frozen, I think it will disappear in the spring. I look like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining, dammit.
just opened the door I was greeted by a flurry of infested pieces of ice that has not been seen since the days of Saint Seiya , accompanied from deep booming voice of the wind whistling through the trees and flapped windows.
"E 'come the General Winter" - I thought.
Exactly.
E 'sure that I will wake up every morning with the nipples hardened by frost - and I'll drill with the urine cup ice water - curse a thousand times the advent of this severe sir.
For now, I still appreciate the good side, the rest is from July of this aspect merdaviglioso climate. Clean, clear, and pinch the meat that seems alive, thoughts bright as ice.
This morning, the little pissing Zoom I thought the hills a lot. There is this project in which we are committed to continue to take precedence, among other things, and I feel we will keep in orgasm for a while 'time again. But almost feel the gears moving.
So this morning I heard them well, should be on the cold air.
To be honest I found some 'trivial choice of colors. Agreed, beautiful light grazing the green grass that makes it look green. Belli's effettini with clouds and also to cool the wind that makes the waves on the grain (hey I discovered that the wheat is planted in the fall ....: avalanche, or nothing, "came the General Winter." In my
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
Free Nln Pre-admission Pn Test
sine propensity to order, which vibrates peaks of manic perfectionism to depths of abominable sciattoneria, the end of a long and onerous almost always coincides with a period of so-called "detailing."
litter is thrown away, it rearranges the desk, it frees the desktop from the swarms of "new folder1", "New Cratella2", "New Folder N", the zipped files from the "work in progress" and moving in calm certella named "finished work".
Above all, you go around to accuse others "ah, I in the midst the disorder can not work, ready to put everything into a mess until the next peak detailing. In practice
.
After long and exhausting process I ended
site. It 'been a long confinement, after being enslaved from January to today the availability of my friend that I filled out the html, I finally decided to study and jostle to and fro at the end I stood' I'm August . recognize that over is a big word, because in reality in the gallery there are a lot of placeholder waiting to be replaced with actual drawings.
However, the pages are already all there and ready to be updated if necessary, As soon as I re-ordered (And completed) the material to be added ..
After all, as argued already in elementary school with my teacher, what do I need to finish things, so when you get half of them already understand if you can or not ..
I would appreciate your kind feedback in practice, you have left Re: please around even though I think I've cleaned up a bit 'all.
Feel free to express criticism even more exaggerated, so my ego is perfectly capable of filtering whereas detractors as more spirited bastards evil ignoramuses in the pay of the left.
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