Blue Crossed Swords Line Through

IMMIGRATION (03/29/2009)


Evil is his taste bad omen

Shadow charge of murder
For Dreams are
embryos and hope to one day shine

For one day
Under Warm rays of your eyes from your breath

Steeped words
What profuman desserts.


march from holograms
Without disturbing
In a corner In some
damp basement of the mind
Abortion
not predestined to rend with their agony
Muti walking dead have no awareness of time passing

Without wanting to go to sleep never to return

They would like to fight but have no nails ...

420 Sail Boat Diagram

CONSIDERATIONS Saturday (28/03/2009)

At least I did not think I did not think

And instead you can! You can turn

all wish
In endless valleys of Acre
pain ...

The sighs RESTAN there
crystallized and crystalline
perched at that moment:
spasm involuntary
voluptuous
already entangled in webs of resignation
dying agonizing
condenses on cold bodies.

masturbate the mind: Paranoia

are too fast

so hard to go through the dreams ...
darkness among us fear
Always heavy drapes
to tighten our window ...

Mechanisme Sibutramine

IN MY MIND, IN YOUR HEART ... (03/28/2009)


My tears do not have sound

No smell the flavor

Amaranth Growing inside you wonder
I feel it is as if it were mine!

Way:
new eyes and pupils colorful
Behind al'atrio soul All seems calm in

But the viscera are erupting
When you smile ... trembling.

disappears in the distance
Each principle
Curse of ancestors ideas
Now we are alone: \u200b\u200b
naked bodies and wet
A whole new taste to our palates
wilted. The cards speak


And the reason When you stare dumbfounded

With opulent arrows of love
"Not that I'll be yours!"

Tamagochi For Symbian

SCREAMING IN SILENCE (26/03/2009)


All darts disharmonious
carried on rails without
red arrows bled
Black Gold is pumped
and nuances are lost
In the din of its passage.

Who thinks of a green oasis of relaxation mirage

hath been awakened to a nightmare
no air conditioning!

Tears tar
Piovon thick dense
To quench
Terra Arsa scandal mania:
Quadrupedi taught
credon God
Why is standing on two legs!

"The Sun is already dead"

Sunset is now
We went back sleepy

What are reasons to Their coffins lined with brown
mellifluous illusions
And there spingon increasingly

sink into the prisons built by the Masters .. .