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! I just said to give to my best friend, the shirt to send him to do, has too many things. If you have appended all the things I wanted would come out around $ 30,000 ... and never let me spend so much money on a gift. Now, my mom gave me the solution to take out 6 words and let the top 8, so would come out more or less half the price, which is much more acceptable than 30 lucas. But I will not! I was so happy because the shirt I wanted to stay excactamente as now will be much more ugly. I mean, no more ugly, but more empty, more black than white. Grace was to stay very shredded ... pucha !!... I see that phrase leave, even if you make them more or less.

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alyson_ames @ 2005-12-29T21:37:00

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Mmm ... has not been a good day today. Did not sleep last night (again), the insomniac has me sick, I hate it. Well, I dedicated myself to exercise and see "Peach Girl", the new anime series to come down. It's great, what a way to hurt a character. Well, the bad started with an output that would make some friends that I had to run for Friday because on Thursday wanted to buy clothes for the arrival of my best friend. The problem I have is that it is not sure if you can take the short trip, and if not ... well, would have to meet my friend with the same clothes as always (ugly clothes for ACIS). After that I learned that one of my best friends in the new year is going to Vina, I would like to invite me but I am not giving permission for such outlets invite another friend ... I guess I'm a little jealous I do not like to consider other people ... well, the last thing was that the shirt I'm going to send my best friend do not find size M for, had not. That means I'll have to find a black shirt tomorrow when buying clothes, but will come out much more expensive ... and if I find that shirt is not going to do, I've heard so much about this gift I would be embarrassed to give it ... not a good thing: Talk to my best friend and since I will Stgo. I'll bring it out of here, so tomorrow I see after months of not seeing him, I'm happy!

Note of the day: It's not worth getting angry about things that are not your fault ...

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alyson_ames @ 2005-12-28T17:01:00



Michelle Lo ... Tonight, at the cemetery, after dinner, right? Get handsome, hehe.

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! GBRBRRBBR! ... Relax. ... ARG!









Josh wants to talk to you, Michelle ... Tonight, at the cemetery, after dinner, okay?

Cerda ...






Ben, I think I've gone crazy.

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messages, insomnia, and Harry Potter and welcome

I just finished a workout .... I slept badly again and I'm canbsadisima, not even ate lunch. Exercise should not have done so but if not I'm not an ongoing accomplish anything. Take my morning (so, after 1 pm) to read Harry Potter 6. I'm on page 200 and would have continued had it not been because they hurt the eyes.

Yesterday I engaged in critiquing a fanfic again, and the author sent me a very angry message. I admit won the discussion, I felt pretty bad afterwards, as if ashamed because my opinion was wrong ... I could not stop feeling bad about it. Anyway today I wrote and I apologize politely. It bothers me that you said that because of my age did not appreciate his style of writing. It's a lie, you have 15 but there is a good story, I have been reading good stories from the 12 when I found fanfiction.net for first time ... it bothers me to look in my opinion to be less still young, has always bothered me . The thing that bothers me is that if instead of criticizing its history had Alava, there would not be set even at my age. Well, anyway, I end the discussion and I quefde easier knowing I did what I had to do. Today I have no desire read fanfics, which is weird because I read ... forever! but hey, I assume it's because I slept wrong ... would take a nap but I can not now go out to send the shirt to i do best friend who comes here this summer. I hope you like the shirt ... the only thing I want is to arrive to begin last summer as it should be: laughter, music, talk and beach.

Random Thought of the day:

... I do not understand why so obsessed with the message you sent me this from fanficiton.net tipa, after all, the stories criticizing me ... there is no other identity mia, an IDENTITY totally alien to me, with a bullet PROOF personality (unlike mine) ... I feel like I would have attacked me, but I guess that somehow if hiso, assuming my identity on this site is another side of me ... still, it is not healthy obsessing


Note of the day: What is on the internet can not hurt unless you let do not read things right and criticize them too soon may cause damage ...

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Wow ... I'm bored like crazy on vacation. Just get me to this site and wanted to put something did not look so empty ... so pathetic I try to look less pathetic ... errr .... Today I did not do much, my relatives came to bring more goodies for Christmas, I would have settled for some chocolates but nobody manages to bring it to me = (anyway Chalita received a couple of really nice and the son of a friend of my aunts is funny so here I was there laughing on the day (that sounded very heavy). I slept very bad last night and today seemed Zoombie ... who knows, in one of those I get to eat brains and weird stuff ... not be the first time ... ok, enough time devoted to the Zoombie. I hope at this time to answer my emails a couple of authors www.fanfcition.net. I like to criticize and I answer stupid with little substance and so I would face the sack in poor job they did trying to write stories so great a show it is cooperating Charmed. I listen to my new CD of Placebo. Black Market Music. It's great for the mood at the moment ...
day
Note: Not all authors get angry when criticized ... damn, that was my intention ...

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alyson_ames @ 2005-12-23T23:07:00




Eiiiii! Already I have received good nuevaaaaaaaaa! Ben is a gem, jiji!

Well, if you want to comment with someone, here I am! Okay?!

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know and feel

Today a strange feeling has been awakened me. Weak, tired, awake but asleep ... body and mind in a state semi-comatose. Once seated analyze the reason for this feeling, the eyes remain open, despite heavy pressure over the eyebrows from within the skull, seems to blur in a slight tingling outwards, almost imperceptible shake of molecules skin. Shoulders slumped, and not by the relaxation of the body, but rather is due to the recurring appetite vital shelter almost by accident. Today I will be static, because everything is too much effort. Actions Speak mentally I know I should pursue, but when I try to transfer them to physical action, I return to this state heavily redundant and frozen. Too tired to be sad, too rationalization feeling of knowing myself as well ... That leads me to the acceptance of time and circumstances. Enough thinking, induced feelings aside aside and move on to the simple acts that make up and sometimes hurt my precious routine. Be objective, that's all.

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alyson_ames @ 2005-12-11T22:25:00



GIRLS! Girls, girls, girls!

You are in luck! Prince Charming I have one of you!

Who? That is yet to be decided.

How to decide?, You may ask! I will answer! It is extremely easy! WITH QUOTES!

Who says?!

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bimbella @ 2005-12-07T18: 14:00

is sour and sweet, winter nights,
heard by the fire and fumes throbbing,
distant memories
slowly rising to the sound of the chimes that sing in the mist. Happy

bell throat
powerful that, despite his age, alert and in good condition,
launches cry faithfully religious,
like an old soldier who sail under the tent! My soul is

cascade and when he is bored and wants
populate their songs with cold air at night,
often happens that his voice seems weak

hoarse rattle of a wounded who forget
next to a lake of blood, under a pile dead,
and dies, without moving, in huge efforts.



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More Tickets dream dreams

The straw hat.



In the distant sky, is a star that shines dimly, the sun, they hardly dare to peek between the clouds that surround vigorous., Thus emerges a tenuous light but full of life. The towering clouds are charged of water are dropping gently on the surface. This is a special rain, thanks to it the heat has gone and seems to be the source of thousands of experiences and feelings that knock on my door.
And there I am, in the midst of the beautiful solitude, away from the busy flow of people. I'm on the street corner where my street intersects with Ayala. The piece of sidewalk that occupy large, it is wonderful to be the sole recipient of this rain, I feel special. I look at the sky and see the drops down slowly, in a shimmering fall is a beautiful image and very rewarding. The road is empty, no cars seem to want to salute this day as simple and special. I have
a straw hat in his hand that despite its simplicity, for me is a special object, because thanks to him I am living very pleasant sensations. I just move over about ten square meters, but I have plenty, because I'm like a child, I keep running from one side to another, bend down and touch the puddle, jump on them, put on and take off his hat and smiling . I merely sensations with water, which seems to be alive, In the distance I see a familiar figure approaching, this does not stop my happiness, and that is the seed, comes with an innocent smile on his face, when it to me asks me what I'm doing, I will not answer anything specific, just tell I'm still happy, and it's all thanks to the water. The two look to the sky with narrowed eyes and smiled.
is a great day, I feel like I have six years and nature was doing me a precious gift. At first I stopped to vote and run around in the stretch of sidewalk where we are. A thousand times we met in our respective careers involved in the music of our laughter. Until we stop and started talking. We keep talking about a magical rain that accompanied us on this day. We agree that this rain is different from the others. Each idea flowing, exudes enthusiasm and emphasis. It seems as if there were words define the joy that surrounds us The conclusion is that a phenomenon as common as rain, can generate so much happiness. Beauty is in the simple things and this is easier than you can imagine, it often appears as if the gaiety of nature had suddenly burst through the dead city, so you have to be happy, you have to be children.
speak of feeling produced by the drops hitting the skin.
- It seems like they have life, "he says amid laughter.
- Oh, yeah? Then try this, I say mysteriously while I extend my hand to him. Javi
looks at me, just give the straw hat she wore. Time freezes for a moment. No response. Meanwhile, I turned his hat slightly, allowing the cup to fill with water. Then I give it and puts it carefully.
going to come up with something special.
The sensation of the water to slide down the hair is wonderful. I am sure he is experiencing what I do: water walking sinuously over his head, pushing his way through the locks of hair, while a child smile and suddenly seems to have thousands of rivers furrowing her hair, which eventually flow into the neck, forehead, and follow its course scrutinizing the features of the face.
When finished remove the hat, close your eyes and lifts his head while throwing a cry of exhilaration in the air. Have you felt the same as me. Is happy. Again
turn to laugh like crazy. So goes the dream between water and laughter. I remember a time that I put tell her that I envy healthy for him, because he gets out his inner child without objection. But I have no memories of that part of the conversation. Only survive the idea that true happiness lies in the simple things and unexpected.




19 / July / 2003

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linear perfection.


She walked straight along a road that only showed things right. The asphalt road marched to their feet at every step I took, but she did not see it as only paying attention to things that were on the right. It was as if nothing else had, the front was never contemplated in the course of this strange ride. As he walked
was perceived that he was in an unknown city, perhaps only in passing or who knows ... maybe for some reason that would reveal the destination.
surround and deep silence A silence that filled the day. It was all you could hear even hear the sound of their footsteps.
The sun should be at the highest point of the sphere, because any object cast shadows. There was a strange environment, say even disturbing. Those streets were free of life, no people, no plants, no cars. Nothing.
Still looking to the right began to notice some low buildings, some three or four floors, were not in the immediate vicinity, for a wider road than she stepped spacers. All were white and blue facades described a perfect symmetry, which prevented differentiate between them. All had a white background with blue lines that drew large squares on them. Later there was a large roundabout with grass and next to a circus tent Canvas dropped his blue and white stripes.
is .- "That little thought as he watched -More than a circus seems like a tent.
But what was his surprise when he passed her house and check that dragged along into a large tent. The wind blew gently dense canvas revealing entry in what was a huge aquarium, which was now dirty and torn. As he advanced he began to embrace a feeling that there was no transform into thought. Things are not what they seem. It is an idea that should be taken into account. That little confusion became very meaningful to her, not knowing why, he transmitted something special.
continued walking straight ahead as usual and suddenly realized I was leaving the little town to walk outside. There was nothing to make her stop, or change direction, just walked and walked without waiting for their continued progress in a straight line is broken at any time see a thing. That idea did not exist. Thus he continued his walk, now look to the right saw a huge green wheat field, was immense, there was not nothing but an endless stretch of green ears swaying to the tune of almost negligible wind, that image was relaxing. Then something changed, without looking to the left, realized he had a car, maybe in red, on the opposite side of the road, it there were young people, but did not look in that direction, only thought.
"I hope you do not say anything when you go to his side.
So he kept moving in a straight line facing right. When he went to the car's height felt without seeing, someone stood behind her and was following for a while. But nowhere had a clear impression of it. In his mind drew a male figure walking behind her, but soon after that image and the sensation faded.
Everything was as before, wheat dancing on your right, the heat and silence escorted to that spot, until it was forced to stop. Front it stood a massive wall of brown, in which was in large letters "Funeral" graveyard "seemed drawn from an amusement park and were placed in a curved line on a big door. The silence grew heavier and the heat is more strongly adhered to the skin. For the first time all the way the hearing was going forward.
It remained a few minutes feeling the way he had been following went through those doors, but not his way. I knew that was not the time to enter that place. Suddenly knew he had to look back and he did, he looked to the field of wheat, which had now changed. Instead of millions of ears on the ground appeared a gentle hill, which had been cut in half in the past to build the road on which she had walked. The first thing he saw was a male figure that was familiar. He searched his mind and found a close relationship with the self-image that drew on his imagination as he passed the car and feel the following. It appeared that a fresh spell in the air, the mysticism of that meeting became dormant second by second. Not a single word. There was only room for visual impressions and those other senses that have no name yet.
on that hill he remained motionless, there he was, standing with one leg propped up on high ground, his body was wrapped in black clothes, the wind blew gently with her long blond hair. Transmitting a cold expression through his icy blue. It was beautiful, perfectly stroked his being.
mental image that she was receiving did not change, it still had the same core: it. But little by little they began incorporating more elements. Right next to this mysterious being was a string that protruded from the edge of the hill. The rope hanging from it was moving slowly. In the background was black silhouettes, about him and hid the look of it. Within minutes was established a communication link between them that exceeded the established limits. There were no words, nor gestures, even the slightest movement dared to interrupt the time. A flow of ideas and thoughts began to be transmitted between the two. All these impressions were traveling under the guise of feeling, as dispensed with words. She knew she had to go up to him, since the meeting between them was necessary and could not be in another place on that hill. In turn, he knew she would rise because otherwise the rope that is swinging in the gallows bind it to his neck taking his life.
If she was not going up, he would die. Both were aware of it. They also knew that everything was written, their minds were set, yet independent, their minds were as one that hung from two different people.
He was not entirely unknown to her was something I had seen on occasion, that person may be quiet out of herself.
At the time she was aware that he who sat motionless in height was the incarnation of evil, the fears and concerns, does everyone? Does it? And it was necessary to meet him, for some reason that was beyond the understanding. So suddenly found his side, on top of the hill. Both were standing facing each other, within a large cavity excavated in the soil, which was covered with wood, it was like giant wheel which was toying with the fate that would be the destination. Around him rack, paper cutters and more forks. They had killed many people who did not deserve to be dead, so just that's where mystical encounter that made sense. Next to them a dull haze of thought mixed with the heat. Where did evil in the past, was revived in the present by meeting resentatives. And there remained a long time gazing into the eyes, saying nothing and feeling.







20/6/2003



is curious that the route of the (linear) only see broken in this event. When she retraced his steps you meet someone who seems to have been part of herself in the distant past. Everything was set.

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alyson_ames @ 2005-12-03T18:27:00



BEN! Ben, ben, ben!

I talked to your brother! One thing, are you sure that you are relatives? Really? Because he's so ... I do not know ... I suggested the appointments, and rose to leave. I had to go after him! What boy ...!

But he is in need of love ... Such behavior is given his lack of affection!

What do I do? Do you have a weakness?

Incidentally, how do you about your girl?
Jijiji

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turning point.



"I am pure metaphysics. I am the acid that eats away the bone. With my hope wreckers want to minimize both credit and spirit.
The spiral turns on itself as all thoughts that bore your temple.
The polarization that involves our relationship is stunningly beautiful. Thanks to me reach heights never imagined, and thanks to you I extol to see your deranged progressive. Allows you to live your death. Your life begins to lie.


Amid the dark I think I glimpse the silhouette of a landscape. Remain motionless. Do not know if I'm in this place or that place in my mind. But I feel the intense cold. No sound breaks the stillness of the shadows. I feel nothing. Nor do I think. I'm just at the mercy of events. Acts of dubious nature, for who could confirm its existence? Nobody. Strong flash
my attention, I look to the left and in the distance I see two bright lights that could join white with a vertical line. The bright spots thicken, for a moment, seeing me right, this is not a distant light that increases in the sky, is something that is close to me at great speed, white flash turns golden. As the distance is reduced, achieving a huge dragonfly watching reducing its landing gear up beside me. A light breeze accompanies his movements and beautiful halo of light illuminates part of the surroundings, we are in a flat area covered with vegetation, the distance is the sea, but my attention to everything around me fades, to focus on the dragonfly red. Despite its enormous size I feel no fear, only curiosity. I set my eyes on her big yellow eyes and feel the need for squinting. Conveys a comforting feeling as golden light poured over me. It is strangely beautiful. We remain

few minutes watching. She fluctuates gently in the air, until one emerges feeling in my stomach, goes up my throat and makes me draw a smile. At last I feel a feeling. Then go down to the ground, stood beside me and starts walking toward the front, at first I remain motionless. She turns and watches me, wants to follow her and I do. Your company gives me light and heat. As we move I will distinguish the landscape and find everything is dead, the plants are green, black or brown. Remain inert on the dry surface. I see no tree, no stone, nothing. Soil no elevations or declines. All around me life is free. Here, time does not exist. Only space.
We move constantly but I have a feeling of succession. Miro
down, a few steps from me I see something and I get to see. This is a role. I take my hands and try to decipher its contents. This is a picture drawn with rough strokes and clumsy. Seems to express anger, and barely distinguish anything. Only diffuse streaks sink on cellulose. It back into place and continued their march. Later I see a new role, which is lame, is another drawing. It also can not see anything in particular but simply looking at it makes me feel confused. His strokes are lost in the road, seems to have given an indication of an angel, but everything is full of confusing lines indicate extinguish their existence. Seeing those pictures I notice that something changed inside me, it's like there was something familiar about them. So I decide to go back and catch them.
"Wait here. Corro
until the drawing that distinction before I saw on the ground. Scrutinize their lines again, I caress, the lines seem to pierce the paper as having been excavated. Expresses anger.
road back to the dragonfly and continue walked. It's nice to go along with it. To go after the first picture turned bleak nod that cold and gloomy darkness. I could only compare to what surrounds me in this strange place, nothing. Carefully bend it along to others.
Suddenly I see thousands of papers on the floor, some are almost destroyed, who knows how long they have been there. Something tells me I need in my stomach grows a different hunger. I kneel on the floor and eagerly took all those I can and watch. Everyone says things. They seem to hide a message that I am the sole recipient. The more wrinkled arouse nostalgia in me, as if they had been painted in the distant past, they retain a certain innocence and a few cracks a sad happiness. The latest in appearance, seem to beat faster. They bring the latest sensation.
A breeze gets up, looking back, the dragonfly is perched on an upward flight. Want to get my attention. So I leave my search for pictures and I stand by his side.
"Okay ... I'll .-
look and see my hands full of papers I put in my pocket hard.
In the distance there is light. Is a horizontal line that divides the dark nothing in two parts. It down everything is black and up you can see a green aura that blends into the environment. It is a precipice. We headed towards it. Once my feet are on the verge am loneliness is coming, look at my strange companion, the dragonfly looks back at me for a few seconds enveloped in uncertainty and a inexplicable attachment. He leaves. Rises a few feet and lost in the distance playing the image I saw when lllegó, but in reverse. I feel sadness at his departure, but I understand it had to happen so now I follow my own. Sighed deeply and looked down. The cliff is quite high, I reached the sea. Your bank is plagued by a breeze of green color becomes more intense in the breaker. I look back, nothing. Not even need to make a choice, there is no room for doubt, so that extend the arms in the air and me give a vacuum. I jumped. For a moment all my limbs flying in the air. My hair seems to want to escape, like my clothes. Throughout the fall purest laughter desagarra could imagine my throat gently, is a wonderful feeling. The air hits me and through me to let me fall precipitously to the water. Thousands of drops come off the sea to melt into the mist and the sound of silence again envelops me with countless bubbles.
Silence.
- What is it?
"I see nothing.
Everything happens in slow motion. I am suspended in the warm waters. Neither seems to be nothing around, but do not feel the same as on the surface, everything here is calm, I feel protected. The powerful green light flows from deeply held under the influence of a magic spell.
Behind me I feel a choking sound, look and suddenly something pounces on me, I know of that question. They are very confusing moments. Fear surrounds me. Then I realize that a huge white snake wraps itself around my body without going to oppress me much. Is enormous. I direct my gaze to my waist exorbitant and see how the reptile involves excessive. I follow the line of his body to run into his head while I give her my jerky movements are reduced, I am always looking perplexed release and watch as the snake up his head slowly to stand in front of my face.
No is a large snake, it is a little dragon. Two long whiskers are born on their jaws and fluctuate in the water. Now I'm calmer. Look at his little black eyes and lose myself in them, sometimes I feel a strong connection. Later scrutinize their anatomy. What at first seemed cold scales are nothing more than strands of white hair that sway gently in time with the tide.
Supports one of its paws over my shoulder and breaks the bond that surrounded me. Stand still until I cling to his back and began to descend into the depths.
After traveling several miles in sight of the core generator of the mysterious green light and approach see. This is a huge three-dimensional spiral. When I look at their curved lines comes to my mind the image of a floating castle. They are flat, appear to be inflated with air. At the point where they join with the other curved lines, the green fades and becomes a darker color. I wonder how many kilometers in diameter may have. and hear the sound it makes its continued rotation. It is a severe vibration that is very harmonious. Suddenly I remember the red dragonfly, and I understand that the dragon will leave me too. I turn to him and rub his nose. Having done this he describes a trick on itself and disappears into the distance at high speed.
-bye.
My journey continues here. Swim to the center of the spiral and I feel like with more power flashes as I approach him. My vision is blurred at the deployment of light energy. I close my eyes and listen as the surround sound is intensified. I have to guide me through intuition. I suddenly feel a magnet, I find on the origin point of the spiral. I begin to dive while my senses are deployed increasingly perceive a major attraction. Extend their hands separating fingers and all I can finally play something gelatinous texture. I open my eyes but not see nothing but a blinding light that compels me to immerse myself back into the darkness. In sound becomes noise, seem to be in the middle a cyclone. Then
sound of a bell ... the ominous vibrations traveling throughout my body, my skin twitching, until finally I am absorbed by the spiral.


In my mind there remains a faint image of an hourglass more primitive than the retrograde animal instincts. Describe perfect turns on itself, but the sand which contains in its interior remains completely static. Remains motionless in the center of the clock, branching of the sandy flow between the two parts. Suddenly the magic is lost in the outbreak of the glass that protected time and the golden sand sparkles as it flies through the atmosphere of my mind. A feeling of comfort
me Clothes gently. The lazy eyelids hide my eyes and I just feel. The space where I lie molds to my position. My chest fluctuates slowly, while a familiar warmth caressed my skin. Turn my head and hear the motion of particles that are rubbed into the ground. On the palate
still beats the sweet taste of deep silence. But I am slowly becoming aware of the physical plane and noticed a strange dream fades away on tiptoe, leaving in its wake a rippling mirage.
My right fist closes smoothly without me wanting it. Do not want to open my eyes. Not yet ...

Suddenly I awake, my eyes struggling to see, but are overwhelmed by a powerful light. I sit up and sit down in an attempt to protect me, hug my knees while my own arms I hide the evening glow. The uncertainty of the moment overwhelmed me. In the distance, approaching the curiosity that will back up his warm hand on my shoulder and help me look up.
light fades my eyes while he learns to see. There I am, sitting in the middle of an endless desert. Dark skies and soft cover heights, playing has to shreds with clouds. In front of me, golden dune sand say they prolong their existence until the end of imagination. A moment, something that blended my attention: just below me, a curved line extending perpendicular my position, dividing the desert into two equal halves.
A supreme force me to get up and turn around. A I can hardly hold me, my muscles feel weak, and dizzy feeling stirred in my internal forum. I'm about to collapse when I throw a glance at the front. My eyes are riveted on the dubious reality that is drawn in the sky. The sun is hiding on the horizon, as the spiral admit that I found in the green waters, it led me to where I am. (The core generator. An enormous three-dimensional spiral, curved lines are not flat, appear to be inflated with air. At the point where they join with other lines, the green fades and becomes a darker color.) Relive the moment and understand that I am on the opposite side, on the far side of that vibrant spiral. Around the sun rays wave their red hair as if it were.
on the star, stand compelling two circles joined by a thin glass rod playing with her delicate figure drawing borders, one of which presents dark tones, in contemplating a known pain erupts in my mind. The other conveys a pleasant feeling of well being, appears to be linked with human nature, with all those instincts healthy and authentic.
The titanic grandeur of everything that surrounds me dwarfs, to the point of being a tiny concentration molecular, which can only marvel at the spectacle dream. By focusing my eyes on the left side of the building, my gut feelings emerge from the stomach, which led to arcades.
Each cluster of matter emits a series of invisible waves that cover the entire space. It is immaterial energy, or more attentive eye might catch it, but she continues to travel quietly along the planes of this reality. I feel as if it were mine, I feel like every pore of my skin dilate to feel his approach. Noto and begins to focus on the little cabin that my body is.
A deep breath fills my lungs and begin to understand so painful. I run a furtive glance at my hands were filled with wet crumpled drawings, those found scattered in the dark anything, start to analyze it again. Looking at them, a memory is projected onto the canvas of memory. I see a girl drawing those lines. The spines of rabies eagerly plunge into the hands of the artist. These are memories of certain moments that she lived. Reflected feelings on paper. I see black clouds tracing their hands full of storms, their own storms ... I like every one of her tears fall against the paper producing a muffled sound and then become part of it. They lose their old way, leaving their essence in the fall. Meanwhile, a veil blur hides the identity of the young figure. Clouds
.... My left hand takes a drawing in particular, and not wrinkled nor wet. Its configuration is new, all lines make sense and adopt a certain way. Lines are no longer to become so confused ... in dark clouds.

not know why I'm reaching to the head dropping all the drawings, forming a paper fall around me and I realize something I cover, is a white veil is the same as the girl had tears. My hands strained every sinew, every muscle to reach him. Rabies strikes me as wrinkled, then threw him to the ground. I'm the artist. I am that creates vacuum, which feeds and sometimes it kills.
Realizing that something breaks in my soul and the thin glass rod connecting the two areas reaches a turning point. Threatens to break the harmonious balance. The spheres are shaken, the ground shakes under my feet. The throes of destruction trample crushing hard and dying landscape. One by one the colors are dying, they abandon this foolish delusion. Only survive the ashen gray, the color of space parallel to nothing.
The sun emits a primer that obscures the vestiges of a past heaven and the deepest black painted walls of death. The charm and my happiness, fade, everything falls together at the same time. The ideas are crumbling, leaving behind a thunderous tremor.

Vacuum spoke.


not say how long it took for her to open her eyes because in these infinite spaces everything has an end in itself has no place. But one day she woke up, only received an impenetrable darkness around them. So he put his hands into the pockets and pulled out a brush, then fumbled the ground and found a wooden paddle familiar soft touch. Then he began to blur on the very soft touches anything.
From that moment the darkness became less deep.

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Splitting hairs Tired of being tired ... Feedback

Tired of this site, just people, the same things, his things, myself ... Do My Stuff? ...
But why I have always been so staunch believer in the escape in disguise? If deep, I know that this career would lead me to another place where the passage of time would put me in this recurring situation ... Tired of being tired of people, things, his things, and as always mine, never leave me. We'll have to continue to make the people who now occupies me and all things strange and of course, this place frozen in time, something a little different every day.

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