perfect joints of branches lit.
Getaway sensations under the skin.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Kiddie Smoke Detector Goes Bad
Under the skin on your face drawing
perfect joints of branches lit.
Getaway sensations under the skin.
perfect joints of branches lit.
Getaway sensations under the skin.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Wank To My Sister Normal?
di cosa ho paura
I'm not afraid of death.
I'm afraid of a meaningless life.
I always felt the need to be inexhaustible useful.
I think that hell is populated by people who have nothing to do for all eternity.
During his military service was assigned to the body "Genius Busters," a more operational than the Italian army.
officers massacred us with endless marches and specialized training in dealing with dynamite and explosives: we did not really have the time to be bored.
At one point I was transferred to the Military Court, but before we get there I spent a month inside a barracks that specializes in logistics and transmissions, "where we were left to ourselves and had come to an evening with the feeling of have done something sensible.
In this place I realized that they could be devastating idleness and boredom, we looked like the living dead that roamed in the yard of a prison disoriented and lost.
When I arrived at the military court then found that almost all the news of suicides Temporary stops young people who came to the judges concerned were in military barracks where they had no job to do.
I often visit the graves of my loved ones and every time he crosses the threshold of the cemetery remain kidnapped by the mysterious charm that emanates from this place. Sometimes I stop to read the dates that mark the life, sometimes very brief, of those faces, often unknown, which I stare as if to warn me to be a pointless existence.
Sometimes I hesitated to visit the oldest parts of that sacred place where the dust of time just glimpse the face of those people now lived more than a century ago and of which perhaps no one keeps the memory.
E 'awesome cover their faces every time trying to guess from their features the story of a life, probably filled with love and pain, a history of souls that can not be told by anyone except in eternity.
understand, then, that the only reason why we were created is to learn to love, life just because of our love will remain.
I'm not afraid of death.
I'm afraid of a meaningless life.
I always felt the need to be inexhaustible useful.
I think that hell is populated by people who have nothing to do for all eternity.
During his military service was assigned to the body "Genius Busters," a more operational than the Italian army.
officers massacred us with endless marches and specialized training in dealing with dynamite and explosives: we did not really have the time to be bored.
At one point I was transferred to the Military Court, but before we get there I spent a month inside a barracks that specializes in logistics and transmissions, "where we were left to ourselves and had come to an evening with the feeling of have done something sensible.
In this place I realized that they could be devastating idleness and boredom, we looked like the living dead that roamed in the yard of a prison disoriented and lost.
When I arrived at the military court then found that almost all the news of suicides Temporary stops young people who came to the judges concerned were in military barracks where they had no job to do.
I often visit the graves of my loved ones and every time he crosses the threshold of the cemetery remain kidnapped by the mysterious charm that emanates from this place. Sometimes I stop to read the dates that mark the life, sometimes very brief, of those faces, often unknown, which I stare as if to warn me to be a pointless existence.
Sometimes I hesitated to visit the oldest parts of that sacred place where the dust of time just glimpse the face of those people now lived more than a century ago and of which perhaps no one keeps the memory.
E 'awesome cover their faces every time trying to guess from their features the story of a life, probably filled with love and pain, a history of souls that can not be told by anyone except in eternity.
understand, then, that the only reason why we were created is to learn to love, life just because of our love will remain.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Formal Invite For A Anniversary Death
That I Am
It was a morning in late June, if I remember correctly. We walked these same streets lived, the one next to each other without touching, just talking. You of your endless worries. And I, like my usual, I was trying to ease your thoughts. The air was heavy and the deserted area, but somewhere in some little way distance, one hears "Stay" by Jackson Browne. So suddenly, singing, you turned and without saying anything, you smiled at me. And my summer started from there. From that perfect design on your face.
(Jackson Browne - Stay) 
It was a morning in late June, if I remember correctly. We walked these same streets lived, the one next to each other without touching, just talking. You of your endless worries. And I, like my usual, I was trying to ease your thoughts. The air was heavy and the deserted area, but somewhere in some little way distance, one hears "Stay" by Jackson Browne. So suddenly, singing, you turned and without saying anything, you smiled at me. And my summer started from there. From that perfect design on your face.
(Jackson Browne - Stay)
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