toller_art @ 2008-09-29T00: 03:00
it has now attracted an eternity until I was in a position to let my thoughts run wild again and me to make the reality. however, I was inspired by a visit to the cinema, to me, awaken by my interests, which catapulted into another world of thought. the determinants of the life of each human being with himself driving through the streets enjoying the wind and is easily distracted by noises. the traffic lights stop and otherwise is not visible clouded. it is itself the decision whether to open the eyes, while crossing the intersection or surrenders himself to his fate and they can be closed. people complain about their problems and create their own reality, its own problem, that they a circle has caught and there his success and failure brings. the strength of a man is not justified in the überstehung his CV, but in how he and other harms or good for you. His will is related to a large percentage of it. instead of his real problem is to ask, is only about the policy, complained the company or the new shoes out of the class. hardly anyone wants to take his fate in the hand and truly accept it. it does little to set goals to expand its range and to end the tunnel vision. zigarettenstümmel be expressed in the forward- and then thrown into the trash, the organic waste is separated. these are all inventions of the Company and each Individium must decide what they are entitled. Consider, for his acting always that you get back what you give. It's not about being part of a company or to obey her at all. it is about himself not to stand in your way. now the wires are so closely knit that they insert themselves in order to get ahead.
the thoughts are free. there is a chance to change anything. all these words will help to nothing. it did, which is given attention.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wedding Thank You Wording Spanish
toller_art @ 2008-03-20T13: 58:00
dear beth and brian willis,
on another Thursday morning, I sit here and watch as the letters run, they fly like a shot out of my brain and it does not take much to make it public. to publish the thoughts and emotions that plagued me since my brief glance into the unknown. I only ask to be right and angry: is it true? i can not believe it, although i surely have to. how could anybody possibly think, they know how i feel? back of the depressive vein I would like to close it again to you and express my anger. Apart from the global variable of the worse animal friends who have this morning, the HS-literate voice I might add nurnoch:
I find it disgusting, derogatory and destoratiös the coat to wear his own dog. Who gave them the right to decide about its use and that also make her? Remember how their pet fro strolling in front of them, if they both go hand in hand along a lonely path? Remember. how well their dogs must have felt comfortable in their fur? only as long as it belonged to them. who will have the sky above pet the chance to warm up in his fur to? certainly not her two dogs! why? because it is the inexplicable law have taken their dead cadaver skin to her two dogs and join them to learn. they are not sufficient, in their of fat built over the skin to warm themselves? they must have two dogs dying souls steal from their own skin? Do you think this is right given to them or they take it out easily? I suppress my anger certain, because I want to remain objective and yes, of course, there are other care of an 18-year-old kummudels, for example, a poor man to give money or something. However, this does not matter:
I HATE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! HOW COULD YOU LET YOUR DOGS TO AGAIN BY STEALING THEIR SKIN? YOU DONT HAVE ANY FEELINGS? AND IF, AND I HOPE THEY SUFFER BY THE HATE AGAINST YOUR OWN YOUR EGOISTIC MINDS!
you feel your dreams are dying, hold tight.
- I do not.
dear beth and brian willis,
on another Thursday morning, I sit here and watch as the letters run, they fly like a shot out of my brain and it does not take much to make it public. to publish the thoughts and emotions that plagued me since my brief glance into the unknown. I only ask to be right and angry: is it true? i can not believe it, although i surely have to. how could anybody possibly think, they know how i feel? back of the depressive vein I would like to close it again to you and express my anger. Apart from the global variable of the worse animal friends who have this morning, the HS-literate voice I might add nurnoch:
I find it disgusting, derogatory and destoratiös the coat to wear his own dog. Who gave them the right to decide about its use and that also make her? Remember how their pet fro strolling in front of them, if they both go hand in hand along a lonely path? Remember. how well their dogs must have felt comfortable in their fur? only as long as it belonged to them. who will have the sky above pet the chance to warm up in his fur to? certainly not her two dogs! why? because it is the inexplicable law have taken their dead cadaver skin to her two dogs and join them to learn. they are not sufficient, in their of fat built over the skin to warm themselves? they must have two dogs dying souls steal from their own skin? Do you think this is right given to them or they take it out easily? I suppress my anger certain, because I want to remain objective and yes, of course, there are other care of an 18-year-old kummudels, for example, a poor man to give money or something. However, this does not matter:
I HATE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! HOW COULD YOU LET YOUR DOGS TO AGAIN BY STEALING THEIR SKIN? YOU DONT HAVE ANY FEELINGS? AND IF, AND I HOPE THEY SUFFER BY THE HATE AGAINST YOUR OWN YOUR EGOISTIC MINDS!
you feel your dreams are dying, hold tight.
- I do not.
Friday, February 22, 2008
How To Erase Memory From Brother Mfc440cn
there is a light that never goes out
when one of your senses blurred
you lose all the courage and the confidence
and feel that something inside you breaks
then listen to the voice that speaks,
hinder them, for they know how it goes and shows you
the way back home, you know him well
remind you of what you know already, and what is not a question really, you're not weak, you know how strong you are
so call the wax which is asleep
the Life is difficult to understand and feels unreal, as if it were a dream
and you do not really know who is friend or foe and it is
hard to trust but do realize that you must keep all this frustration, perhaps even in very decency
you need a strong heart, but no hard, otherwise it gets cold in the chest
One cowards never have recognized: you can grow and increase with resistance
so be like a warrior, take back the life of your goals and bearing in
because even if your circumstances are unconstitutional, you can start making plans
no matter how great the risks are all your application will be worth it because there is much to gain
you feel the deep inside you, when heard the melodies of these songs,
embrace your soul and the tears begin to flow to the truth Do you mind if he thinks
when one of your senses blurred
you lose all the courage and the confidence
and feel that something inside you breaks
then listen to the voice that speaks,
hinder them, for they know how it goes and shows you
the way back home, you know him well
remind you of what you know already, and what is not a question really, you're not weak, you know how strong you are
so call the wax which is asleep
the Life is difficult to understand and feels unreal, as if it were a dream
and you do not really know who is friend or foe and it is
hard to trust but do realize that you must keep all this frustration, perhaps even in very decency
you need a strong heart, but no hard, otherwise it gets cold in the chest
One cowards never have recognized: you can grow and increase with resistance
so be like a warrior, take back the life of your goals and bearing in
because even if your circumstances are unconstitutional, you can start making plans
no matter how great the risks are all your application will be worth it because there is much to gain
you feel the deep inside you, when heard the melodies of these songs,
embrace your soul and the tears begin to flow to the truth Do you mind if he thinks
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