I need to kowtow to my brother. he chose to break a glass cup, and into smithereens nonetheless. so all over the kitchen floor, were the remains of the glass cup right. and his royal highness did the most epic of epic things he could do. I chose to keep quiet throughout the entire situation. Misc items from apple store delivered .

Tallada a mano la sed tiene forma de cuenco. Domingo, 4 de marzo de 2012. Sin el transcurrir a cuestas. Recojo las miradas, la estirpe por venir me llama. Preámbulo en los techos, paladar goloso del cosmos. Recojo las miradas que los siglos sin saber dejaron. No estoy solo, no estoy en la idea de los techos, de los tiempos en bajada. Camino y de piedra la noche abraza, te abraza el sitio. Sitio real de pelambres erizados, lugar de presas.

Oh me, oh my, oh apple pie. 8220;Write what should not be forgotten. What does that mean for me? What does it mean for her? Is it universal, world-wide, country-wide, city-wide, family-wide, heart and brain-wide? How does one determine whether something it worthy of preservation? What do I deem worthy of preservation? Are my thoughts esteemed enough? I suppose this is my pledge. This is long, are you ready? .

On Juni 24, 2010 by Günther Müller. wobei pathos laut schiller ja da sein muss. morgen bin ich dann dran, rechtzeitig, um körperlich unversehrt den deitschen einzug ins viertelfinale feiern zu können.

I used to think that my life was one big adventure. That nothing could derail the wild carefree ride I was on. Single, free and happy was my motto. But then my world came crashing down around my ears. My life felt like a burned out house, and I was standing in the smoldering ashes of it, shell shocked and completely alone.