Monday, June 22, 2009

Whats Nicer Salt Water Taffy Of Laffy Taffy?

Light

What makes a dream so very different from Any other dream?
Spock's Beard - The light


June 21, 2009, the summer solstice: the day of light.

collect and reorder the images yesterday. Actually there is' little to say.

I press the button of ' [Fast Forward] , hoping not to be too wordy today.

sleepy eyes in the morning - Study on the PC - is part 12:30 - Maddalena - Father jerk who does not want to close the door - Trail - Fresco - Steel going 6c - 6c is a bit 'better - First ride on excellent shooting sensations - Second round remit the couples who took away a man (cazz!!) - A little 'voltage before the third round - still live - still live - Simone I look in my eyes - I'm leaving.

[play]

I knew I had a good chance, and in fact the first section goes away very well, the pass key hole back, notch away and cursed (more 'but damn' that far) and I put my foot solver on the support throwing the platter.

For the first time in my life, I'll take it.

sghisare How long I've been to, I do not know, I think maybe more 'than 10 minutes, between the rest below and one above. But now they are still below the Basell.

[Fast Forward]

look after the taking - Tension rising - I look after the taking - Rest again - I can not go wrong - I'll go 'left - "Lorenzo birth for the second section - part.

[play]

Arrival at the second break, and I pass all my life. The energy slowly returned, and a thought comes from the immense plain behind me ....

My whole life is focused at this time, all the times I've dreamed of this moment and I saw him pulverize .... I can not afford to make mistakes. Now I have to do it.

I leave for the last section, heart in throat, squeeze too much, maybe, and I took a few steel.

Fuck.

Allungone and good holds, fuck, are inflated. I look at the shoulder, the load, bad feelings. I lift my foot, now at the mercy of lactic acid. I can not aim it, then I can, I reached for the last but one outlet, a notch shit. I watch and chain 'in front of me and I think I do not want to take, rather than flew down' now, at 20 cm from the dream. I reach and I'm falling, but the hand stops at the notch, not fall.

hear Simon's voice from below, this encouragement I need, darn!

I take the rag over the chain, the hands are opening.

tremble.

not fall.

System foot.

I understand and 'make it. Reference

with his right hand the chain of my first eighth.



And scream.



[stop]



June 21, 2009, the summer solstice: a new season.



[special features]


the [SMS]
I get the sms Alberto, who today ended Focus, her first 7c. Under the grotto of Mary Magdalene we talk on the phone, so we are both 'exalted ...." Now I am happy twice, Alberto. It gives me even more' taste it today, first day of summer. "

[the cry]
Huge, still echoes in the limestone of the Magdalene. Do not stay 'here to look up words that I find, to tell you what it was that cry, I'll have' the pleasure to tell you in person, ask me.

[the speech]
"by Dario Well, now the speech. DI-DI-SCOR SCOR-SO SO-DI-DI-SCOR SCOR-SO-SO!"

I, a bit 'embarrassed, "Well, you also know how long I was dreaming all this .... but' I dreamed to do with you, and you were there today, and this gave an even more ' great at everything '. "

[dedicated to]
Fabio, Simone, Laura, Anna, Luke, Lorenzo and Alberto (they, the real bonus content).

Friday, June 12, 2009

Upper Michigan Abortion Clinic

Beast against Beast


I want to stay forever in one place
To listen to the sound of your talk
And watch the surprise launch, grace, flight
Implicit to simply walk into your ...


suddenly pricked up his ears, I stop, still, and listen: and 'your voice.

comes from the door closed on me, in quest'antro white. The out there you are.

I get up, I get closer to the handle, touch it, I know you do not open ', and the rest listened.


and remain silent to the sound of your voice or speak
talk talk, talk to him
Forgetting the time too fast or hide
two nonsense that I am moved ...


your voice.

devours it, and rest stop, a thief, as if stealing them, your voice.

E 'high, clear, modulated with joy and enthusiasm and life. Listen, I do not understand everything, but I try, maybe you're talking about me.

And I, therefore, even more 'guilty, possessed by the demon of a reason that wants to stop the damn love. Beast against Beast.

I feel the madness of the moment.

not open '.

Just 'maybe this miserable stealing, to get rid of you?


I would sing the song of your hands you an eternal
Play That Game forbidden
today remains today or tomorrow, no tomorrow
could stretch to infinity.


[excerpts from "I", F. Guccini]