as if, today I have re-awakened, and if it was not for the work they had left me exhausted, or have been bowlegged after bombs exploded in London they had caught the culprits, and had forgotten the few I do not know that explode in Baghdad, not guilty to the view ...! cramps go I come to know that the Brazilian boy Menezes have had to die at the hand western barbarism Police hard sheltered by the mantle "white" British politicians, who continue to support the action of firing seven bullets into the head of a human being, then ask: who are you? are you interfering in the Embolao we can not explain?. This really makes me sad ... So that I woke up! I've always believed in God, a god do not know what. I was born in a pack of Christians, baptized without question and without asking for acceptance by the should be interested. I'm in the gang that organized fiestuquis First Communion to children, because they can not afford to be different from the rest of his class. A lot has been raining since take communion last time, and many more will fall, after passing the drought, before "accept" with a constant indignation, that priests are still leaning in power, no matter that it can be in hell. Today I feel that religion, cults, priests, popes, and all this comic can go sooo far away from each other. However, I think there is one God. I believe in my own God, and an energy that shelters me. It is equal to that of Christian, Jewish, or Protestant ... I do not know ... perhaps more similar to that deity who have never missed feel far from any herd, owned up to his own god. I'm the black sheep and misguided, and what can I do. I leave the prayer of the father-mother who has shared our Victor Flyte on his blog on Sunday July 17 ... maybe we'll make you want to believe again ...
Friday, July 29, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
Erection At The Beach
First Diploma in Modern Literature ... Palmyra, go!
I'm staying with the whole lot of desire I have to attend the First Diploma in Modern Literature which will take place at the Convention Center Villa de las Palmas ... my Palmirita bone, from July 11, rather TODAY! which is a shame, because surely it will be interesting. I leave to the free will to those que piensan que en las letras pueda estar su vida y regocijo.
Exocit Dance Wear Patterns
I'm aware of what it costs a cowboy!
Hace unos días caminando un poco antojado por comprarme algo para subirme el ánimo, y hacerme partícipe de esta sociedad del consumo de bienes, de compra-venta de cuerpos y almas, de alquiler de decisiones y de empeños de pensares! Por un momento me detuve frente a un grannnn almacén de esos acaparadores de verdad, mirando por entre un gran cero de uno de sus innumerables letreros de 50%! Al entrar, moviendo con interés los montones, y removiéndo con mucho mayor interés aquellos bautizados por el fantástico 30, 40 o 50%, encontré un fantástico vaquero por la módica suma de € 19 ... what a surprise ... I loved, it was also very similar to that "untouchable" hundred-plus of € s for the baba had chorriadas few months before! I immediately began to play the fiber because I wanted to buy something very cool. However, playing the cowboy of my dreams felt like the series "Charmed" came to my mind a little hands and pawed network that had done their part to make it, and that if 100 had fallen to 19, and still sure you were making something, I wondered: How much will be paid to (a) that made the Web?, "And the (a) the cut? What the (a) that sewed?, As apparently seen, I felt so guilty, but now I am enjoying it with a smile of "lol, I GOT IT!" I keep thinking about the cruel hand that globalization could lead to the farthest corners of the world, I shadowed the beeper idea operation on my ear, and how refreshing it could become a support and debt relief national and global countries really can not even keep their people alive. Hopefully something can be done not only in Africa but in all countries where labor is exchanged for a piece of bread with butter and seeds of deception fatigue.
Monday, July 4, 2005
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