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we're going nowhere and it's now: long letters are not a gift horse
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Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Saturday, July 13, 2013. Long letters are not a gift horse. But then, oh, it got better, i started to feel the rhythm of this alone-ness and dance to it and everything fell into place like the 1500 puzzle pieces that are lying on the floor would. Unless you wish for a reply. Then the pinkeye is back. He killed all of them (he was also mentally unstable! Shot down by prestidigitator. View my ...
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we're going nowhere and it's now: eu care cum nu sunt
http://aracet.blogspot.com/p/mind-me.html
Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Eu care cum nu sunt. 8220;am în mine o puzderie de copii, care mai de care pus pe şotii”. E un fel de schizofrenie metaforică, în care apar multe personaje, un fel de depozit de amintiri şi fiinţe născute din imaginaţie şi prea mult chef de joacă. Imi place de toate eu-rile tale de mai sus. Cu care din ele ai scris? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mură-n gură / berry in the mouth. I said good day.
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we're going nowhere and it's now: strange and mean on indian land
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Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Strange and mean on indian land. Give head(s) a chance. Fraction of the action. About what isn't cool on saturdays. Why i need a new wallet. Not all dogs go to india. I'm dreaming of a CMYK Christmas. Monkey see, monkey do. Sometimes, being miserable makes me happy. The other wall (or rapids, leave them kids alone). Amice, ești cel mai mare idiot. Yoga day one - how to lick your elbow.
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we're going nowhere and it's now: some circus
http://aracet.blogspot.com/2013/03/some-circus.html
Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Friday, March 08, 2013. I've attended a strange party for the last 6 months. Life at one of its most interesting, me at my most aware. fulcrum,. Circenses, mostly without the big colorful posters or the gigantic circus tent. grind grind grind, not teeth, but sprockets, or the pen to the paper. Shot down by prestidigitator. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mură-n gură / berry in the mouth.
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we're going nowhere and it's now: July 2013
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Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Saturday, July 13, 2013. Long letters are not a gift horse. But then, oh, it got better, i started to feel the rhythm of this alone-ness and dance to it and everything fell into place like the 1500 puzzle pieces that are lying on the floor would. Unless you wish for a reply. Then the pinkeye is back. He killed all of them (he was also mentally unstable! Shot down by prestidigitator. Imagine ...
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we're going nowhere and it's now: cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii.
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Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. De asta îmi amintesc bunicii mei. și vă spun, sunt cei mai grozavi bunici din lume. și n-am să știu cum să le mulțumesc vreodată. Ce invenție grozavă, bunicii! Din lista lipseste medalionul cu cap de sfinx care sta si acum atarnat la mine pe perete,peste carpeta (probabil prada de razboi, dupa o lupta dintr-alea clasice). :D. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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we're going nowhere and it's now: summer bummer
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Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Tuesday, July 10, 2012. Good i'm going back to rain. very good. how quickly we forget. Shot down by prestidigitator. Tag you're it: scimoc. Ahhhhh me gusta mucho! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mură-n gură / berry in the mouth. View my complete profile. Take it away, Johnny. See saw sung swung. Mr Sharikov goes for a stroll on the dark side. Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
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we're going nowhere and it's now: thanks for axing
http://aracet.blogspot.com/2012/06/thanks-for-asking.html
Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Sunday, June 24, 2012. But i still don't know. Shot down by prestidigitator. Tag you're it: careful - we dont want to learn from this. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mură-n gură / berry in the mouth. View my complete profile. Take it away, Johnny. See saw sung swung. Mr Sharikov goes for a stroll on the dark side. Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs. I said good day.
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we're going nowhere and it's now: another november
http://aracet.blogspot.com/2013/11/another-november.html
Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Saturday, November 23, 2013. Sometimes i think there is no pain - but that's when i know the pain is just too overwhelming - when aloneness is no longer the disease, but the cure. I said that. to myself. not whimpering, but whispering, another november ago. Shot down by prestidigitator. Tag you're it: parlez-vous english? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mură-n gură / berry in the mouth.
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we're going nowhere and it's now: mummery
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Eu care cum nu sunt. Strange and mean on indian land. Cea mai grozavă invenție - bunicii. Young, willing and able. Tuesday, January 28, 2014. I keep my cheeks dirty and my eyes where i can't see them and my laughter in my stomach, expanding, expanding, like the porridge in the story, taking over the village, et caetera. it took so long to realise there's no fear in laughter. Shot down by prestidigitator. Tag you're it: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I said good day.
