Sunday, November 21, 2010

Get Well Soon Cards Funny

Bar

Tic-tac tic-tac


lips move at the pace

of Rs

and that these,
tic-tac tic-tac
. In every blink

seems to see everything


tic tables

hands oh,
his lips.
Tac. Effigy

Friday, November 19, 2010

Can I Get Into Columbia With A 3.6

Ladrones

dying
sign atrocious
scary abyss. Shrouds


your troubles.


me not away the moon.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Pilot Flame Will Not Adjust

CĂ­rculo de odio


- Submit the number five in the window two previously authenticated, original and photocopy.

- and where it is legalized?

- Sergeant street and Environment, between Red Army and Gilligan's Island. Bring in the following!

- What next?

- then what? progress, there are people waiting behind you.

- How is the process?

- Ah, that's what makes the line in the other window.

- Here is a one stop ...

- Tomorrow, Tuesday, this window is another window, you understand?

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Driver Vga Radeon 9000u Family

abducidos


up unsuspecting passengers as if such a thing.

The edges of the seats have those traces of dust, land in rural areas. Regions located on the other side of General Paz, bordering barbarian territory.

Street vendors offer their goods on public passenger transport. Sandwich cookies, candy more, a set of pins and needles, street guide, 2010, rollers, corn to feed pigeons in public squares, etc.

The driver, blue shirt and tone shoes, sunglasses for the sun. However, darkness abounds within the American branch 60.

Those traveling on this bus down with dilated pupils, with uncontrollable desire to move to Kabul.

convencidĂ­simos
And having met all of Scooby Doo.
(Credit: JLD)

Friday, November 5, 2010

Avril Lavigne Purple Highlights

begs the fall from grace



I was a stubborn ...... I do not deny
and stumbled a thousand times
never learned what suited me
for that reason I could never change
broke I do not deny the mouth to the edge cups
and breathe terror in the limit of reason
but I do not you come to tell
not you scare me with the backpack of the dead ....
we're old and we know what are the gray
and never forget what we are looking forward
desire to swallow the world
but ..... I also you bet and I bet the horse over thin
it is the lightest and won the race
bet you know that hunger is ...... a fool to cling to
obsessed
which is dangerous even fallen
I bet the crazy intimate reflection of my ravings
I bet that has nothing to lose
evicted the infamous the dreams corrupting
bet you that tightens
swallowing teeth fury is so
brother changed anything between us
only not come to tell me that my presence disturbs you
if swallowed
the same plate and I
your blessings and made the dead cross
you know well that the punishment of life is paid for life
life is to enjoy yourself is to pay for lost and found
to stop deceiving and eggs have to be who we really are ;
if you swallow it beyond your caviar I stay with the fallen to below
fishing dreams I'll stay in the gutter looking
I have not lost ...
recalling with pride and nausea
the amanaceres
discovered in insomnia and the feeling of not belonging to the flock
not be tamed and be subject of a more
casual wear satisfied
and eat three times a day
while walking in his car of the year
remain anonymous writer
not believe in the trappings of success and fame I'll never let my pen
to buy a calculator
and not use my art as toilet paper

your vendetta if you want someone to buy you expensive while condecendiente
be harmful to your critics (those who always wanted to improve)
and meekly swallows or
prefer humility as I stay with forgetting
and the feeling of fullness that gives
bad life I'll take the fucking with the marginalized

still be surprised if I'll keep looking for them

magic that hides behind the smoke rushes
I will stay
looking for diamonds in the paved road to hell
keep the level I
ground with his feet on the ground waiting to delight
your fall from grace
to greet with a smile
and tell you how much I've missed ...

Monday, November 1, 2010

What Does A Slave Bracelet Mean In India?

the office of life



The office of the life forces me to write tonight
night in which the madness of my life leaves me empty
did what I wanted when I wanted and as I ............
and at the end was never able to raise any dead.
tired of all understand that crazy time more than broken dreams
for us there is no revenge the world will destroy everything
tears
failed to clear but still have the consolation of wood flavor
a stale liquor or kiss Mrs.
smoke (the only bitch who never betrayed me )..............