Saturday, April 7, 2007

Replacing The Antenna On A Boombox



I make a point to these stories ... The absence. Ignorance and especially the inconsistency made this blog.
Silence of Nothing remained to nothing. No honestly not even respect.

There is nothing to say except keep quiet and go elsewhere
with what remains of our Not much business

What things not necessary
Anyway
They will remain there, where is that thing that beats
a bit too strong a priori

Go there

Letters From Nothing

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Synthesis Of Benzocaine Calculations

Nothing Then here ...


... So here it is ... sometimes life throws

is sometimes a bitter look
As sometimes flows to the sea
It mounts a world with so
So we did not even
Give our The two
So we did not even
Drawing on paper
Where was our there
... So here it is, you can cry ...
You can also take your pencil
You can also take your brushes
And learn to walk ...
So no ... I'm not gonna lie ...
I will not thee
say where I want to take us ...
Because there, we will go to two
Because deep down inside me,
I want to see you laugh, I want
hear you smile ...
Because inside your eyes,
We will look happy ...
This may be true,
Although
... But tell me Who knows ...
Although
... So now, because that's life ...
It empties water,
We will see the sea ...
Want?
You who know the border ...
You who know when it might be nice ...

Come.
We'll paint the sky with blue ...

Monday, April 2, 2007

Joker Mera Naamhot Scene

The street was ours ....

Tonight, I write to you things I've ever written. I would write you worms would weigh a ton and I'll be raising the torn ...

Tonight I want to know how to write both words. Sentences. Simple. To be remembered. Without rhyme. Than yours.

Tonight, I want so many things that words do not come. I would like ... I want. Indeed. She talking about two glasses. Between two verbs. Between two stages. A time-cons. I do my present my past ... My past, I spend my future hell. I write backwards ... I write upside down. I wrote that all that was yesterday ... of time ...

Tonight, the letters become blurred ... And the music takes me back to my extreme ... In my madness. In my hysteria.

Tonight, the night has no point of reference. She has more than lair. But you'll tell me that it's been years ... Seconds, light years away.
Tonight I do not care ...

La Rue said she may be crazy ... It may be waiting another bottle ... Another SOS ... Another love ... Other wonders.

This street was ours ...

Tonight I want to write this life accordion ... Without an agreement "on", not even "us" ...

Tonight ... I would describe the sound of the unspoken and the sound of silence.

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For you, you know ...


To all the soft words I do not know write
To all the phrases that I want so much to say to all these
rhymes that are parties to the trash
A all these songs are only half beautiful

is a warm morning
An interlude
A candle flickers
A brain that starts to spin I

do not love you love love love you
I do not love you I love poison
this love I will love to fish
love

plane I'll be counting one to one
All Stars Sky
Although there are a
Even if there is not one of you


I love you I love you without salt

And god knows that I love you

In my way I love you

wingless
I love you without A Shift

I love you full of Tiny has