Literary Criticism
Fallaci was stupid and wrote badly.
Manfredi is a boorish windbag who writes worse (and does well on purpose!).
Yoshimoto is the daughter of a registered father.
is so beautiful freedom of expression.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all. : D
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
How Thick Should My Concrete Pool Be
emulations and Religions
Yes, it is not the place for ages.
Based on this assumption, it is natural that there are millions of things I should tell. The problem is that the blog - the blog all, without exception, every single blog in this cyberspace - are useless. Useless levels so incredible that the word useless is not sufficient to determine their degree of uselessness.
Oh, and please, do not talk that shit "no, but I use it more like a log" (but then "logbook"?! What the fuck stands for?) or - worse - "no, but I use it to vent."
Come on.
We are not ridiculous. You write on blogs
on the Internet for one reason only: to be read and apprezzat, if only in part absolute minimum.
So when you or I'll post something we do only be read and appreciated. Any other reason is an excuse that can travel between the ridiculous and a great deal of ridicule, as appropriate.
(Ah, to the detriment of misunderstandings: I do not want anyone to feel that the strength of its culture on the Internet, I come to spit in the face that blogs have emerged as newspapers. It is not true. Nor do the newspapers have been created so .)
We were saying, because people who write on the internet want to be read Let me tell you what happened to me. So give me reason and I'm happy.
We are a bit 'in the usual reality because there is talk of emulation.
Yes, it is an ugly beast, a mythical monster that never dies and that occasionally occur. The ugly
emulation is that the one that implements it does so in very subtle way. I think I have already made a similar speech. The emulator is a crab of the company, failing to have its own identity (and, heavens, at this stage of development through really, really at a very early age), it subtracts one to someone else. Someone else that is considered better, for any reason.
And here's another point: the tragedy is that the emulator can not emulate everything about the subject emulated. It can only steal a little something: as an example.
This is bad emulation. Can tap into a variety of ways and when it does create an incredible explosion: a half-way between anger, bewilderment, humiliation, sadness. Also because emulate does not necessarily mean to copy shamelessly. The emulation is the finest art that leaves room for a big role interpretation. You can change something, add or remove details, do you, in all respects, the event that you stole. What
human misery, eh?
Another point I wanted to touch it is instead more rugged and respect the religions and the existence of God would be a very long and detailed speech, I mean shit, are thousands of years discussing these things, but I will be fairly succinct. Even as I write frequently on the blog, and when it happens, is something that proves me too, I assure you.
The existence of God has nothing, nothing to do with religion. No one has evidence of its existence and no one has evidence of its nonexistence. And here we close the discussion on this subject.
Religion is a corollary of traditions. The traditions are rooted in the beginnings of one or more cultures. There
Please, I beg you with all my heart, if not sconvolgetevi Horus and Jesus were born the same day. But above all, do not try to give value to scientific traditions that are the foundation sixteen hundred years before the discovery of the scientific method.
is stupid.
is like trying to psychoanalyze a character in three thousand years ago according to the standards of today. (Which, damn, is DEAD! Death, loss, there can answer and charges now apply only to people today! Has been lacking for all, at times!)
say "EH! Jonah could not have survived three days inside a big fish! There is no scientific possible! "has the same value to say" Ah, but Jonah is successful thanks to God. "
Christ, is not necessarily really happened! This is not the point of the thing. When it puts into question a religion you can not criticize the things that you do not actually know nothing (like the existence of God, or Abraham or any prophet of any religion that comes to us only through the sacred texts).
can and things that are necessary to review the facts: as the sphericity of the Earth revolution around the sun, dinosaurs, the absurdity of a day like today Holy War.
of this needs to be discussed. Non-existence of God
Idiots.
Yes, it is not the place for ages.
Based on this assumption, it is natural that there are millions of things I should tell. The problem is that the blog - the blog all, without exception, every single blog in this cyberspace - are useless. Useless levels so incredible that the word useless is not sufficient to determine their degree of uselessness.
Oh, and please, do not talk that shit "no, but I use it more like a log" (but then "logbook"?! What the fuck stands for?) or - worse - "no, but I use it to vent."
Come on.
We are not ridiculous. You write on blogs
So when you or I'll post something we do only be read and appreciated. Any other reason is an excuse that can travel between the ridiculous and a great deal of ridicule, as appropriate.
(Ah, to the detriment of misunderstandings: I do not want anyone to feel that the strength of its culture on the Internet, I come to spit in the face that blogs have emerged as newspapers. It is not true. Nor do the newspapers have been created so .)
We were saying, because people who write on the internet want to be read Let me tell you what happened to me. So give me reason and I'm happy.
We are a bit 'in the usual reality because there is talk of emulation.
Yes, it is an ugly beast, a mythical monster that never dies and that occasionally occur. The ugly
emulation is that the one that implements it does so in very subtle way. I think I have already made a similar speech. The emulator is a crab of the company, failing to have its own identity (and, heavens, at this stage of development through really, really at a very early age), it subtracts one to someone else. Someone else that is considered better, for any reason.
And here's another point: the tragedy is that the emulator can not emulate everything about the subject emulated. It can only steal a little something: as an example.
This is bad emulation. Can tap into a variety of ways and when it does create an incredible explosion: a half-way between anger, bewilderment, humiliation, sadness. Also because emulate does not necessarily mean to copy shamelessly. The emulation is the finest art that leaves room for a big role interpretation. You can change something, add or remove details, do you, in all respects, the event that you stole. What
human misery, eh?
Another point I wanted to touch it is instead more rugged and respect the religions and the existence of God would be a very long and detailed speech, I mean shit, are thousands of years discussing these things, but I will be fairly succinct. Even as I write frequently on the blog, and when it happens, is something that proves me too, I assure you.
The existence of God has nothing, nothing to do with religion. No one has evidence of its existence and no one has evidence of its nonexistence. And here we close the discussion on this subject.
Religion is a corollary of traditions. The traditions are rooted in the beginnings of one or more cultures. There
Please, I beg you with all my heart, if not sconvolgetevi Horus and Jesus were born the same day. But above all, do not try to give value to scientific traditions that are the foundation sixteen hundred years before the discovery of the scientific method.
is stupid.
is like trying to psychoanalyze a character in three thousand years ago according to the standards of today. (Which, damn, is DEAD! Death, loss, there can answer and charges now apply only to people today! Has been lacking for all, at times!)
say "EH! Jonah could not have survived three days inside a big fish! There is no scientific possible! "has the same value to say" Ah, but Jonah is successful thanks to God. "
Christ, is not necessarily really happened! This is not the point of the thing. When it puts into question a religion you can not criticize the things that you do not actually know nothing (like the existence of God, or Abraham or any prophet of any religion that comes to us only through the sacred texts).
can and things that are necessary to review the facts: as the sphericity of the Earth revolution around the sun, dinosaurs, the absurdity of a day like today Holy War.
of this needs to be discussed. Non-existence of God
Idiots.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Basic Desk Blueprints
sekunden_95 @ 2009-09-08T12:54:00
I do not update for decades, but okay xD
As you know, 25 is getting closer .. and then close the season premiere of Smallville!
XD I can not wait, Because this is OUR season!
Finally Clois, Clark increasingly superman ... aaaaaaawww! In the meantime has left many
spoiler lips on every episode, and that made me laugh the most is the Crossfire 6.9 (which was to be the first 9:07) and according to them look what I've baked xDDD
I'm still laughing like crazy about how I came to feel xDDDDD
then ... I think now I'll write my comments after having seen the season premiere: P
I do not update for decades, but okay xD
As you know, 25 is getting closer .. and then close the season premiere of Smallville!
XD I can not wait, Because this is OUR season!
Finally Clois, Clark increasingly superman ... aaaaaaawww! In the meantime has left many
spoiler lips on every episode, and that made me laugh the most is the Crossfire 6.9 (which was to be the first 9:07) and according to them look what I've baked xDDD
I'm still laughing like crazy about how I came to feel xDDDDD
then ... I think now I'll write my comments after having seen the season premiere: P
Friday, July 31, 2009
Burton Camo Light Jacket
24.07.09: Meet Melita Toniolo
probably those who know it'll be saying, oh my God. her own! Oh yes .. it's not that my idols ... but me is nice.
Me and my mates (yes we are Campagnole 4) we spent an evening unlike any other: we were LAOLA Beach Marina di Ragusa, in which that Friday, July 24 there was a DJ set Joseph Sinatra (very good dj in my opinion xD) and as a special guest star Melita Toniolo .
Well, we were there primarily for her, since Fedo he is madly in love (like Idol). Of course at first I thought it was a goose hateful and accursed (as the programs that did) but in reality I was wrong. It 's a very nice girl and kind.
Let me explain: first, as usual here in Sicily things are crap. So it came with 3 hours late, losing three times and having problems at the airport of Catania. And you seemed.
When she arrived, after an evening spent with music, it was presented and said that it would be possible to take a picture with her.
click Here's the thing: Fedo was passing out, really.
They were all males in their twenties, and we are the only 4 girls 14
xD But thank the legendary bodyguard roly-poly that has made us come in 4 because we were alone and helpless (Frao and thanks to his height of course!)
Melita stares at us. E 'shocked.
All: Hello Melissa! Melita
: Hello girls! So let the pictures!
* made *
After posing picture ...
Melita, but how old are you?
Me: um ... 13 ... 14 ...
Frao: 14 ...
Melita are small but oooh! Poor I am sorry to have kept you waiting ... should be in bed! * Smiles sweetly *
Ele: but all this for you! Anyway ... we are here mainly to show you a person. You know the girl who has sent two letters and a gift? Melita
: mm ... ah yes now I remember! Federica right? I
: correct her .. Well here is really ... All
: you! * Indicates Fedo about to faint *
Melita, but look! * Hugs and two kisses on the cheek * but I have phoned with the private sector not only that you answered me! All
faith we look dazed, looking half-murderess.
Faith: eh ... yes .. here ... that is ... I am a friend of mine jokes .. and then I thought it was her ... Oh God I'm sorry! * teary eyes *
Melita and for what? Quiet:) common ....
Unuomodellasicurezza: girls time out! You can not stay still.
Melita: What a shame .. eh okay. It 'been a pleasure! Hello girls! All
: Hello Melissa! Thanks! It 's a dream come true!
Me: thanks Melissa! Melita
: * smiles at me with puppy eyes * and for what?
Here we go ... our legs are shaking.
E 'the beginning of a night at the home of Ele all together. We did not sleep even a little bit xD
Fedo The next day he wakes up he is evil. Poor thing was too anxious.
I come home and start a weekend bed and only wake up nothing. XD
What memory anyway. Thanks Melissa:)
I am the last to the left ... Purple shirt and glasses ... that sucker!
probably those who know it'll be saying, oh my God. her own! Oh yes .. it's not that my idols ... but me is nice.
Me and my mates (yes we are Campagnole 4) we spent an evening unlike any other: we were LAOLA Beach Marina di Ragusa, in which that Friday, July 24 there was a DJ set Joseph Sinatra (very good dj in my opinion xD) and as a special guest star Melita Toniolo .
Well, we were there primarily for her, since Fedo he is madly in love (like Idol). Of course at first I thought it was a goose hateful and accursed (as the programs that did) but in reality I was wrong. It 's a very nice girl and kind.
Let me explain: first, as usual here in Sicily things are crap. So it came with 3 hours late, losing three times and having problems at the airport of Catania. And you seemed.
When she arrived, after an evening spent with music, it was presented and said that it would be possible to take a picture with her.
click Here's the thing: Fedo was passing out, really.
They were all males in their twenties, and we are the only 4 girls 14
xD But thank the legendary bodyguard roly-poly that has made us come in 4 because we were alone and helpless (Frao and thanks to his height of course!)
Melita stares at us. E 'shocked.
All: Hello Melissa! Melita
: Hello girls! So let the pictures!
* made *
After posing picture ...
Melita, but how old are you?
Me: um ... 13 ... 14 ...
Frao: 14 ...
Melita are small but oooh! Poor I am sorry to have kept you waiting ... should be in bed! * Smiles sweetly *
Ele: but all this for you! Anyway ... we are here mainly to show you a person. You know the girl who has sent two letters and a gift? Melita
: mm ... ah yes now I remember! Federica right? I
: correct her .. Well here is really ... All
: you! * Indicates Fedo about to faint *
Melita, but look! * Hugs and two kisses on the cheek * but I have phoned with the private sector not only that you answered me! All
faith we look dazed, looking half-murderess.
Faith: eh ... yes .. here ... that is ... I am a friend of mine jokes .. and then I thought it was her ... Oh God I'm sorry! * teary eyes *
Melita and for what? Quiet:) common ....
Unuomodellasicurezza: girls time out! You can not stay still.
Melita: What a shame .. eh okay. It 'been a pleasure! Hello girls! All
: Hello Melissa! Thanks! It 's a dream come true!
Me: thanks Melissa! Melita
: * smiles at me with puppy eyes * and for what?
Here we go ... our legs are shaking.
E 'the beginning of a night at the home of Ele all together. We did not sleep even a little bit xD
Fedo The next day he wakes up he is evil. Poor thing was too anxious.
I come home and start a weekend bed and only wake up nothing. XD
What memory anyway. Thanks Melissa:)
I am the last to the left ... Purple shirt and glasses ... that sucker!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Pokemon Emerald Soft Reset For Shiny Rayquaza
Breathe No More (FanFic) chapter 2
Title: Breathe No More
Author: Sekunden![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vN0kz7PPnsKhWDfktGR7RtFvlWCLun_BzDJfGbuqifn6iDXDZKBMIVfAVINDDOXgs5XkzoHcmCGa1C8qxLLMkUmYUOcbro03Sl14VKysSJvJhCAA=s0-d)
sekunden_95
Category:
Smallville Characters: Lois, Clark, Chloe, Tess, Oliver, Jimmy
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I decided to leave Jimmy in history, although it is set after Doomsday. This story is a Clois, with a love triangle between Clark / RedBlueBlur / Lois. Each chapter is told in first person by Lois.
Storyline:
Lois has already returned from the future, and does not remember anything because Clark asked Jor-El of losing the memory of those moments to prevent another shock. Clark is back at the Daily Planet, and consequently the Blue and Red Spot back to save Metropolis. Chloe is still married to Jimmy, but it seems to be interested in Oliver. Tess tries to find out what happened after the death of the monster, and find that being freed from the device.
Lois is confused about her feelings, and try in every way to find out what he feels Clark for her, but still can not figure it out. Clark seem ready to engage in love again, and thinks he has found the right woman in Lois. But just when it tries to declare himself, he realizes that he lost time and that has made love with his second identity, and Blue and Red Spot 'forced to choose whether to tell Lois the truth or keep up with a.. . say himself.
Lois Metropolis Flat - Evening
"TAM from Lois Lane! Obviously there are, then leave a message after the beep ...
Hello cousin, are Chloe. Look, I'm out of town for a meeting with Ollie and the other, so I'll later tonight. Oh, and if you see Jimmy, tell him I love him and I miss him so much! Kissing cousin "
" Tell him I love him and I miss him so much "imitated the voice of my cousin to perfection. Unfounded after so many months, I was not able to accept the fact that she was married. But it was not jealousy, I guess.
I did not even have time to take the phone to contact Chloe rang again.
"Hello who's talking?"
"Ms. Lane, are the blue and red spot"
I was shocked for a few seconds and did not answer, but I continued.
"He also knows my private number? "
" I always keep an eye "
" Yeah. Well, this is comforting. Infuse's not every day you have someone protecting you by your side. In recent times, then ... sorry I keep losing control of my emotions "
" It 's normal Ms Lane. Besides being a great reporter, is also a great woman "
Smiles for the compliment.
Meanwhile the other end of the line, Clark was looking for the best words to say to me at that time.
"I know that tomorrow will leave for New York. I recommend caution " he smiled, imagining all on that trip that we faced together.
"I promise. I just hope that if anything happens, you will be there to save me, "Clark smiled and continued talking.
"I'll be closer than you think, Ms. Lane"
hung up and left me amazed and in love ....
He had already imagined my reaction to that statement. After he went to look at the sky, and continued to reflect, while I went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up early and took the bag in no time. So I decided to go to the farm to see what state was that of Clark.
he arrived around 9:30, and I noticed that there was no great surprise.
I went looking for him in the barn. No trace.
"Who were you looking for?" I had a jumped in fright and turned to see.
"Smallville, there you are. Sorry, I finished the bag, and thought I'd come take a look at your "I said all in one go.
"Ah. Well, I'm glad you're here. I needed some help instill women, "she smiled and invited me to come home.
"As I plan to stay?" He asked.
"Well, I do not know. Until lunch, "I said, noticing the mood of Clark. He seemed really happy to see me. And why?
"You could stop here to eat, if you will, of course," he urged, while we climbed the stairs to the room of Clark.
"Why not? Pour the suitcase in the car. And I do not really have much at home, I forgot to go shopping "I smiled and continued to rise. But I take?
After several decisions about what to bring, Clark invited me to follow him into the barn again. Clark looked
waiting for him to say something, but failed to do so.
"Why are we here?" I said stuttering.
"Well ... here it is difficult to explain. I do not know how to tell you, so ... come here, "Clark said, smiling.
I looked at him shocked. But I decided to listen to him, and I approached cautiously.
took my hands. I moved back slightly to the touch, but returned later, looking with a look in vain.
"Clark whispered. I was speechless.
"Perhaps it is not the thing to do, but I hope you do understand a good time that is not true that you're not at the top of my priorities. It 's all the opposite, "approached her face to mine.
My heart was beating wildly. Again, those emotions were so intense I am going through the whole body.
"Well, maybe I'll be wrong, but you can not deny that he was very attentive to our friendship in recent times" I began to follow his movements, imitating.
"And I want to apologize. Forgive me Lois, I know you'll do, "Clark whispered, approaching almost touching my nose.
closed my eyes, remembering what had happened to her cousin's wedding.
smiled and whispered, too.
"Forgiven" I touched his nose with the face of Clark, and our lips came more and more.
... ... ..
"Lois curse! Do you want to wake up for once?! It 'very late! "
Chloe's voice?! I thought. What, What!
opened my eyes and noticed to be in my room in my bed, and not in the barn with Clark.
"Man, what I've combined Chloe?" I asked yawning.
"Oh well, no Lois. It 's just that 10 minutes will continue to repeat' Clark ', then what do you miss? "Chloe smiled with a wink. I could not help but pull the pillow face.
"Do not start with this story blonde, you do not agree" both smiled.
"Come on, I prepared breakfast. You have the strength to get up or should I call you that Clark brings to the bed, "he asked running away the room before I could pull another pillow.
I pulled the sheet and I kept thinking about that dream, returning to re-evaluate my feelings for Clark.
The sound of my phone made me remember that I had to get up sooner or later, so I decided it was best not to sleep more, otherwise I would have risked a heart attack.
Who could it be? I mumbled. I picked up the phone and saw who it was. Jimmy?
"Olsen what you want now?"
"Lois, really it's 9. And you should leave in a few hours with CK, remember? "
I opened my eyes. I had completely forgotten travel.
"Oh my God Jimmy, look, we can talk about another day? I have to ... "
" Wait Lois! I just want to know where the hell is over Chloe. E '1 hour that the call is not responding "
" Are you sure that you have his number right? Can not be, she is here and has not heard anyone ring. Wait for the call "I left Jimmy
other side of the phone waiting for a response.
"Chloe? Come! Jimmy is looking for you! "
Silence. Where did it go?
"Chloe?! Next, do not be deaf! "I heard only my voice echoing around the house.
At the end I pulled a conclusion.
"Listen, surely not go down for a drink, or maybe came out a while. When I see her I'll call, okay? Oh, by the way, did you book the visit with the doctor Olsen? "
began to snigger, thinking about all the times that I told him.
"Still no Lois. And this day will never, never! Hello beautiful, we feel. Oh, and Chloe to tell her I love her! "
" Hello Jimmy " turned my eyes thinking about those two lovebirds, as usual.
I went into the kitchen to drink milk. I got dressed and began at once to settle the case.
After a while, 'he heard the door open.
"Lois?" Was the voice of Chloe.
"Hey! Where were over! He called Jimmy, said he did not answer the phone for 2 hours "
She smiled at me.
"I was from Ollie. I had to deliver things, "she said, beginning to fold my clothes.
"Of course I now spend more time with Robin Hood-with your beautiful Romeo. You could warn However, "I said continuing to take his pants.
"Wait a minute, I have warned you! You've also said, 'ok hello hello'! Are you sure you're okay? "
I turned toward her with a questioning look.
"Eh, not really," I said.
She smiled and closed the case. It was time to go to Smallville to organize the last things on the conference.
"Lois I accompany you? I would like to visit Clark, and a few days since I saw him, "she looked at me and I sensed he wanted only to enjoy the sight of me and that kind of man that we fight all the time. But in the end agreed to the blonde.
Author: Sekunden
sekunden_95 Category:
Smallville Characters: Lois, Clark, Chloe, Tess, Oliver, Jimmy
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I decided to leave Jimmy in history, although it is set after Doomsday. This story is a Clois, with a love triangle between Clark / RedBlueBlur / Lois. Each chapter is told in first person by Lois.
Storyline:
Lois has already returned from the future, and does not remember anything because Clark asked Jor-El of losing the memory of those moments to prevent another shock. Clark is back at the Daily Planet, and consequently the Blue and Red Spot back to save Metropolis. Chloe is still married to Jimmy, but it seems to be interested in Oliver. Tess tries to find out what happened after the death of the monster, and find that being freed from the device.
Lois is confused about her feelings, and try in every way to find out what he feels Clark for her, but still can not figure it out. Clark seem ready to engage in love again, and thinks he has found the right woman in Lois. But just when it tries to declare himself, he realizes that he lost time and that has made love with his second identity, and Blue and Red Spot 'forced to choose whether to tell Lois the truth or keep up with a.. . say himself.
Lois Metropolis Flat - Evening
"TAM from Lois Lane! Obviously there are, then leave a message after the beep ...
Hello cousin, are Chloe. Look, I'm out of town for a meeting with Ollie and the other, so I'll later tonight. Oh, and if you see Jimmy, tell him I love him and I miss him so much! Kissing cousin "
" Tell him I love him and I miss him so much "imitated the voice of my cousin to perfection. Unfounded after so many months, I was not able to accept the fact that she was married. But it was not jealousy, I guess.
I did not even have time to take the phone to contact Chloe rang again.
"Hello who's talking?"
"Ms. Lane, are the blue and red spot"
I was shocked for a few seconds and did not answer, but I continued.
"He also knows my private number? "
" I always keep an eye "
" Yeah. Well, this is comforting. Infuse's not every day you have someone protecting you by your side. In recent times, then ... sorry I keep losing control of my emotions "
" It 's normal Ms Lane. Besides being a great reporter, is also a great woman "
Smiles for the compliment.
Meanwhile the other end of the line, Clark was looking for the best words to say to me at that time.
"I know that tomorrow will leave for New York. I recommend caution " he smiled, imagining all on that trip that we faced together.
"I promise. I just hope that if anything happens, you will be there to save me, "Clark smiled and continued talking.
"I'll be closer than you think, Ms. Lane"
hung up and left me amazed and in love ....
He had already imagined my reaction to that statement. After he went to look at the sky, and continued to reflect, while I went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up early and took the bag in no time. So I decided to go to the farm to see what state was that of Clark.
he arrived around 9:30, and I noticed that there was no great surprise.
I went looking for him in the barn. No trace.
"Who were you looking for?" I had a jumped in fright and turned to see.
"Smallville, there you are. Sorry, I finished the bag, and thought I'd come take a look at your "I said all in one go.
"Ah. Well, I'm glad you're here. I needed some help instill women, "she smiled and invited me to come home.
"As I plan to stay?" He asked.
"Well, I do not know. Until lunch, "I said, noticing the mood of Clark. He seemed really happy to see me. And why?
"You could stop here to eat, if you will, of course," he urged, while we climbed the stairs to the room of Clark.
"Why not? Pour the suitcase in the car. And I do not really have much at home, I forgot to go shopping "I smiled and continued to rise. But I take?
After several decisions about what to bring, Clark invited me to follow him into the barn again. Clark looked
waiting for him to say something, but failed to do so.
"Why are we here?" I said stuttering.
"Well ... here it is difficult to explain. I do not know how to tell you, so ... come here, "Clark said, smiling.
I looked at him shocked. But I decided to listen to him, and I approached cautiously.
took my hands. I moved back slightly to the touch, but returned later, looking with a look in vain.
"Clark whispered. I was speechless.
"Perhaps it is not the thing to do, but I hope you do understand a good time that is not true that you're not at the top of my priorities. It 's all the opposite, "approached her face to mine.
My heart was beating wildly. Again, those emotions were so intense I am going through the whole body.
"Well, maybe I'll be wrong, but you can not deny that he was very attentive to our friendship in recent times" I began to follow his movements, imitating.
"And I want to apologize. Forgive me Lois, I know you'll do, "Clark whispered, approaching almost touching my nose.
closed my eyes, remembering what had happened to her cousin's wedding.
smiled and whispered, too.
"Forgiven" I touched his nose with the face of Clark, and our lips came more and more.
... ... ..
"Lois curse! Do you want to wake up for once?! It 'very late! "
Chloe's voice?! I thought. What, What!
opened my eyes and noticed to be in my room in my bed, and not in the barn with Clark.
"Man, what I've combined Chloe?" I asked yawning.
"Oh well, no Lois. It 's just that 10 minutes will continue to repeat' Clark ', then what do you miss? "Chloe smiled with a wink. I could not help but pull the pillow face.
"Do not start with this story blonde, you do not agree" both smiled.
"Come on, I prepared breakfast. You have the strength to get up or should I call you that Clark brings to the bed, "he asked running away the room before I could pull another pillow.
I pulled the sheet and I kept thinking about that dream, returning to re-evaluate my feelings for Clark.
The sound of my phone made me remember that I had to get up sooner or later, so I decided it was best not to sleep more, otherwise I would have risked a heart attack.
Who could it be? I mumbled. I picked up the phone and saw who it was. Jimmy?
"Olsen what you want now?"
"Lois, really it's 9. And you should leave in a few hours with CK, remember? "
I opened my eyes. I had completely forgotten travel.
"Oh my God Jimmy, look, we can talk about another day? I have to ... "
" Wait Lois! I just want to know where the hell is over Chloe. E '1 hour that the call is not responding "
" Are you sure that you have his number right? Can not be, she is here and has not heard anyone ring. Wait for the call "I left Jimmy
other side of the phone waiting for a response.
"Chloe? Come! Jimmy is looking for you! "
Silence. Where did it go?
"Chloe?! Next, do not be deaf! "I heard only my voice echoing around the house.
At the end I pulled a conclusion.
"Listen, surely not go down for a drink, or maybe came out a while. When I see her I'll call, okay? Oh, by the way, did you book the visit with the doctor Olsen? "
began to snigger, thinking about all the times that I told him.
"Still no Lois. And this day will never, never! Hello beautiful, we feel. Oh, and Chloe to tell her I love her! "
" Hello Jimmy " turned my eyes thinking about those two lovebirds, as usual.
I went into the kitchen to drink milk. I got dressed and began at once to settle the case.
After a while, 'he heard the door open.
"Lois?" Was the voice of Chloe.
"Hey! Where were over! He called Jimmy, said he did not answer the phone for 2 hours "
She smiled at me.
"I was from Ollie. I had to deliver things, "she said, beginning to fold my clothes.
"Of course I now spend more time with Robin Hood-with your beautiful Romeo. You could warn However, "I said continuing to take his pants.
"Wait a minute, I have warned you! You've also said, 'ok hello hello'! Are you sure you're okay? "
I turned toward her with a questioning look.
"Eh, not really," I said.
She smiled and closed the case. It was time to go to Smallville to organize the last things on the conference.
"Lois I accompany you? I would like to visit Clark, and a few days since I saw him, "she looked at me and I sensed he wanted only to enjoy the sight of me and that kind of man that we fight all the time. But in the end agreed to the blonde.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Please Find Unblocked Games Free Com
Stiletto
Hello.
The last post was a fanfiction, and I now put two fan-art (a video and wallpaper)
The first is a video, a virtual symbol for a virtual serial called "Stiletto" (of course based on the episode of Smallville 8x19 "Stiletto) and 'useless to explain that I'm here, so almost everyone who followed my lj you're a fan of SV, so ... xD
Here is the video: Stiletto of Course xD
And here is the wallpaper on Erica Durance:
Well at this point I want to tell you that I'm planning another fan-fiction .. and I have other things on my mind XD
And then today I had a flash: "What if Clark Kent (Smallville) will join the brothers Winchester (Supernatural) and cast out demons?
In fact I made a fan-art of this, my dear flash
My strange ideas increase more and more, so if you want to continue to follow what I do, check out this lj least once a week. Enjoy! In principle this
Hello.
The last post was a fanfiction, and I now put two fan-art (a video and wallpaper)
The first is a video, a virtual symbol for a virtual serial called "Stiletto" (of course based on the episode of Smallville 8x19 "Stiletto) and 'useless to explain that I'm here, so almost everyone who followed my lj you're a fan of SV, so ... xD
Here is the video: Stiletto of Course xD
And here is the wallpaper on Erica Durance:
Well at this point I want to tell you that I'm planning another fan-fiction .. and I have other things on my mind XD
And then today I had a flash: "What if Clark Kent (Smallville) will join the brothers Winchester (Supernatural) and cast out demons?
In fact I made a fan-art of this, my dear flash
My strange ideas increase more and more, so if you want to continue to follow what I do, check out this lj least once a week. Enjoy! In principle this
Monday, July 20, 2009
How Long Does A Margarita Bucket Last Once Mixed
Breathe No More (FanFiction about Clois)
Lj was intended to graphics, or anything like that. Now I decided to write in my real language, and posting of fan fiction, mainly focused on my favorite TV series: Smallville .
begin by posting a new fic. Each week I'll post a new chapter.
begin by posting a new fic. Each week I'll post a new chapter.
Title: Breathe No More
Author: Sekunden sekunden_95
Category:
Smallville Characters: Lois , Clark, Chloe, Tess, Oliver, Jimmy
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I decided to leave Jimmy in history, although it is set after Doomsday. This story is a Clois, with a love triangle between Clark / RedBlueBlur / Lois. Each chapter is told in first person by Lois.
Storyline:
Lois has already returned from the future, and does not remember anything because Clark asked Jor-El of losing the memory of those moments to prevent another shock. Clark is back at the Daily Planet, and consequently the Blue and Red Spot back to save Metropolis. Chloe is still married with Jimmy, but it seems to be interested in Oliver. Tess tries to find out what happened after the death of the monster, and find that being freed from the device.
Lois is confused about her feelings, and try in every way to find out what he feels Clark for her, but still can not figure it out. Clark seem ready to engage in love again, and thinks he has found the right woman in Lois. But just when it tries to declare himself, he realizes that he lost time and that has made love with his second identity, and Blue and Red Spot 'forced to choose whether to tell Lois the truth or keep up with a.. . say himself.
Kent Farm - At 8.30 am
half an hour would have gone back to work.
This is the best job to manage his "double identity". It would have been one of the most informed, and so he could fix things without constantly eavesdropping.
I was getting ready to return to work after the apocalypse caused by the monster Doomsday.
ring ring ring ring
"Hello?"
"Then you're ready for your first day of work after the leave Smallville? Need a refresher or you're already awake? "
"Hello Lois, I missed your voice, you know?"
"I did not know you did this effect. Peasant force, it's time to go! I'm waiting "
" I'm on the street, two minutes are up to you. Why not come down? "
" Okay then, after "
hung up.
I called him 10 times in 48 hours. Is it possible that Clark seemed so immature and irresponsible to fail to do things alone?
took the car and came to me in two minutes, of course.
I looked at him curiously, and got into the car.
"Hello Lois, you sleep well? "He asked.
"So Clark, the neighbor decided to go on strike. And 'all night watching the TV at high volume "
" So I can deduce that this morning you may not be very alert in the work "he smiled proudly and threw a withering look.
"Why do not you think? It 's impossible to sleep at the Daily Planet. Every second of your day to the steps to do something boring or interesting that is "turned his head toward the window.
not utter a word for the entire route.
arrived, we entered into our dear old basement that was already full of people.
"Hi Kent, Miss Lane prejudice. Can I bring you some coffee? "
" There Biso ... "
" Certainly Jeff, do not think that my thirst has not vanished morning. Also bring home one for Kent, although I do not want "Clark looked at me with a fake smile. What an idiot!
sitting in desks, he saw a camera flash and turned curious.
"Great. Here's Lois and Clark returning to work closer together than ever. They look like two zombie. Possible that you can not even be close to your face seems to throw up? "
froze the floor to my colleague for the umpteenth time, and Jimmy replied:" You know Olsen, sometimes your sarcasm makes me sick. Go to work, and remove the unpleasant pictures. We are not depressed or anything, we are simply working on, not what you do. Get out on "Jimmy Clark walked away smiling as if to say 'always in attack' but he came back at me.
"You are very kind to others," he said, continuing to write his obituary.
"I do not think you did not irritate stupid remark. E 'for years that I tell him to go to see a doctor, but he continues to ignore my advice, "I replied without hesitation. Yeah, how many times I told you?
"Yes, do," he said and with that he closed the speech.
After less than an hour of work, there was no discussion with a few irritating word or convoluted sentences, as my usual.
"Kent, Lane, Miss Mercer wants you in his office"
"Why Jeff?" Asked the man.
"I do not know Clark, I just know that is something that takes a few minutes of your time "
Arrivals risposimo in chorus.
As I approached the elevator, I began to feel strange.
"What's the matter?" He asked worried. It was strange to see me so tired ...? Perhaps a moment of exaltation?
"I do not know. There is too hot here. The air conditioners will be failures, "I said.
I nodded an 'already', as he could not know if it was hot or cold. He could not feel it.
"Listen" exclaimed in chorus.
"Speak you first"
"Thanks" I said. I took a breath and began.
"About what happened in those days, I do not know. Pretend that nothing happened "
Clark failed to answer because the elevator opened. We found the Mercer
to expect in the doorway of his office. As soon as he saw a smile.
"Clark, Lois, I'm happy to see you after all this time," she looked at him, and he understood what he was thinking.
"Even Tess is a pleasure for us, "he said. He read from his eyes that he was really a pleasure. Oh yes.
"So, while a seat. Want something to drink? "
" No thanks, "replied the smiling snake, who continued to observe it.
"Why have you called? Would you fired? "I asked looking at Tess with a look murderess.
"Why do you always just think of that? However, no, I have called for ben'altro "she said, finally looked away from Clark to see some documents.
continued saying: "You should go to New York for a conference. Some journalists want to know more about 'Doomsday'. I decided to send you to bring me some interesting news from banging on the front page "the glares.
"Tess, explain to me why we continue to talk about that monster?! The red and blue stain has already set up for the holidays, what else can we try? "I screamed against it.
Clark coughed up, and suddenly became very serious.
Tess laughed, staring. The fact that he knew the secret of Clark was really stressful for him.
"Well, I can see that our dear reporter is a huge fan of this spot. My congratulations. Anyway, Doomsday is dead, but there are many theories about the origins of the monster and its powers, "he explained.
"Do as you please" crossed my arms and left Clark and Tess talk about the trip.
"Then tomorrow afternoon we take a plane?"
"Exact Clark. And quiet, this time nothing will happen "after that Clark and I went from the office, and as usual our paths parted, despite the proximity of the desks.
finished work we went away from the Planet to pick up the car and go home.
We got into the car, but this time, Clark decided to fix the situation. What then did not understand what situation? It was something that really bothered, but I personally do not know how to fix things between us.
"We have half an hour. We could solve the issue once and for all, "asked the first set in motion.
"What do you mean Clark? What we have to solve? "I asked without even looking at him. I was embarrassed.
'E' know that we two are incompatible, but I continue to avoid explaining why? All this makes me feel sad "that her last words, I turned to look at him with a look literally amazed.
I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him that it was impossible to deny the strange attraction that had arisen between us ... but I was afraid to make mistakes, I was afraid of being the only one to experience those feelings.
"Really? Look, I can not understand what takes me Smallville, I just know I feel so strange ... "
" Try something for me? "Did not have time to look for my eyes that had undergone the front, and perhaps he was too shocked. What was he saying? Then he realized?
"But what the hell you say? Are you crazy? We're just friends who have different problems feel a bit 'together'
I went to watch the road. Nerves gave my behavior. But he knew how to instill that was not my fault, because he knew me better than anyone else.
"Come on Lois. Since I started working at the Daily Planet things happened that made me understand that for you I'm not just a friend, but something more. Listen, if this is the reason why you behave like that, I can understand. But please, make me sick like that. Lois you are special to me "
not answer, I just look at him and smile. I do not know how, but I seemed to have heard Clark say that they are special. Maybe in a dream world, or perhaps in some other dimension in which we are just friends.
"So it's best to forget. And to be honest, do not even want to imagine the two of us together. Best Friends Always Smallville "smiled and tried to open the door. How could I manage to be so false?
"Lois I. .."
"Quiet Clark. It 'a good thing, believe me. Change the subject, okay? Tomorrow I get to see you the farm, so I'll help with the suitcase, imagine how it will be reduced already "waited for a response but no show. "Have a good night Smallville" got out without him saying something, but before leaving he whispered, "Goodnight Lois" and set in motion.
That evening, when Clark returned to the farm, ate something and went into the barn. He needed to reflect on his feelings. Why, then had?
did not know exactly what he felt for me. But something told him it was better to let it go, and continue a considerare il nostro rapporto solo una grande amica.
Author: Sekunden
sekunden_95 Category:
Smallville Characters: Lois , Clark, Chloe, Tess, Oliver, Jimmy
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I decided to leave Jimmy in history, although it is set after Doomsday. This story is a Clois, with a love triangle between Clark / RedBlueBlur / Lois. Each chapter is told in first person by Lois.
Storyline:
Lois has already returned from the future, and does not remember anything because Clark asked Jor-El of losing the memory of those moments to prevent another shock. Clark is back at the Daily Planet, and consequently the Blue and Red Spot back to save Metropolis. Chloe is still married with Jimmy, but it seems to be interested in Oliver. Tess tries to find out what happened after the death of the monster, and find that being freed from the device.
Lois is confused about her feelings, and try in every way to find out what he feels Clark for her, but still can not figure it out. Clark seem ready to engage in love again, and thinks he has found the right woman in Lois. But just when it tries to declare himself, he realizes that he lost time and that has made love with his second identity, and Blue and Red Spot 'forced to choose whether to tell Lois the truth or keep up with a.. . say himself.
Kent Farm - At 8.30 am
half an hour would have gone back to work.
This is the best job to manage his "double identity". It would have been one of the most informed, and so he could fix things without constantly eavesdropping.
I was getting ready to return to work after the apocalypse caused by the monster Doomsday.
ring ring ring ring
"Hello?"
"Then you're ready for your first day of work after the leave Smallville? Need a refresher or you're already awake? "
"Hello Lois, I missed your voice, you know?"
"I did not know you did this effect. Peasant force, it's time to go! I'm waiting "
" I'm on the street, two minutes are up to you. Why not come down? "
" Okay then, after "
hung up.
I called him 10 times in 48 hours. Is it possible that Clark seemed so immature and irresponsible to fail to do things alone?
took the car and came to me in two minutes, of course.
I looked at him curiously, and got into the car.
"Hello Lois, you sleep well? "He asked.
"So Clark, the neighbor decided to go on strike. And 'all night watching the TV at high volume "
" So I can deduce that this morning you may not be very alert in the work "he smiled proudly and threw a withering look.
"Why do not you think? It 's impossible to sleep at the Daily Planet. Every second of your day to the steps to do something boring or interesting that is "turned his head toward the window.
not utter a word for the entire route.
arrived, we entered into our dear old basement that was already full of people.
"Hi Kent, Miss Lane prejudice. Can I bring you some coffee? "
" There Biso ... "
" Certainly Jeff, do not think that my thirst has not vanished morning. Also bring home one for Kent, although I do not want "Clark looked at me with a fake smile. What an idiot!
sitting in desks, he saw a camera flash and turned curious.
"Great. Here's Lois and Clark returning to work closer together than ever. They look like two zombie. Possible that you can not even be close to your face seems to throw up? "
froze the floor to my colleague for the umpteenth time, and Jimmy replied:" You know Olsen, sometimes your sarcasm makes me sick. Go to work, and remove the unpleasant pictures. We are not depressed or anything, we are simply working on, not what you do. Get out on "Jimmy Clark walked away smiling as if to say 'always in attack' but he came back at me.
"You are very kind to others," he said, continuing to write his obituary.
"I do not think you did not irritate stupid remark. E 'for years that I tell him to go to see a doctor, but he continues to ignore my advice, "I replied without hesitation. Yeah, how many times I told you?
"Yes, do," he said and with that he closed the speech.
After less than an hour of work, there was no discussion with a few irritating word or convoluted sentences, as my usual.
"Kent, Lane, Miss Mercer wants you in his office"
"Why Jeff?" Asked the man.
"I do not know Clark, I just know that is something that takes a few minutes of your time "
Arrivals risposimo in chorus.
As I approached the elevator, I began to feel strange.
"What's the matter?" He asked worried. It was strange to see me so tired ...? Perhaps a moment of exaltation?
"I do not know. There is too hot here. The air conditioners will be failures, "I said.
I nodded an 'already', as he could not know if it was hot or cold. He could not feel it.
"Listen" exclaimed in chorus.
"Speak you first"
"Thanks" I said. I took a breath and began.
"About what happened in those days, I do not know. Pretend that nothing happened "
Clark failed to answer because the elevator opened. We found the Mercer
to expect in the doorway of his office. As soon as he saw a smile.
"Clark, Lois, I'm happy to see you after all this time," she looked at him, and he understood what he was thinking.
"Even Tess is a pleasure for us, "he said. He read from his eyes that he was really a pleasure. Oh yes.
"So, while a seat. Want something to drink? "
" No thanks, "replied the smiling snake, who continued to observe it.
"Why have you called? Would you fired? "I asked looking at Tess with a look murderess.
"Why do you always just think of that? However, no, I have called for ben'altro "she said, finally looked away from Clark to see some documents.
continued saying: "You should go to New York for a conference. Some journalists want to know more about 'Doomsday'. I decided to send you to bring me some interesting news from banging on the front page "the glares.
"Tess, explain to me why we continue to talk about that monster?! The red and blue stain has already set up for the holidays, what else can we try? "I screamed against it.
Clark coughed up, and suddenly became very serious.
Tess laughed, staring. The fact that he knew the secret of Clark was really stressful for him.
"Well, I can see that our dear reporter is a huge fan of this spot. My congratulations. Anyway, Doomsday is dead, but there are many theories about the origins of the monster and its powers, "he explained.
"Do as you please" crossed my arms and left Clark and Tess talk about the trip.
"Then tomorrow afternoon we take a plane?"
"Exact Clark. And quiet, this time nothing will happen "after that Clark and I went from the office, and as usual our paths parted, despite the proximity of the desks.
finished work we went away from the Planet to pick up the car and go home.
We got into the car, but this time, Clark decided to fix the situation. What then did not understand what situation? It was something that really bothered, but I personally do not know how to fix things between us.
"We have half an hour. We could solve the issue once and for all, "asked the first set in motion.
"What do you mean Clark? What we have to solve? "I asked without even looking at him. I was embarrassed.
'E' know that we two are incompatible, but I continue to avoid explaining why? All this makes me feel sad "that her last words, I turned to look at him with a look literally amazed.
I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him that it was impossible to deny the strange attraction that had arisen between us ... but I was afraid to make mistakes, I was afraid of being the only one to experience those feelings.
"Really? Look, I can not understand what takes me Smallville, I just know I feel so strange ... "
" Try something for me? "Did not have time to look for my eyes that had undergone the front, and perhaps he was too shocked. What was he saying? Then he realized?
"But what the hell you say? Are you crazy? We're just friends who have different problems feel a bit 'together'
I went to watch the road. Nerves gave my behavior. But he knew how to instill that was not my fault, because he knew me better than anyone else.
"Come on Lois. Since I started working at the Daily Planet things happened that made me understand that for you I'm not just a friend, but something more. Listen, if this is the reason why you behave like that, I can understand. But please, make me sick like that. Lois you are special to me "
not answer, I just look at him and smile. I do not know how, but I seemed to have heard Clark say that they are special. Maybe in a dream world, or perhaps in some other dimension in which we are just friends.
"So it's best to forget. And to be honest, do not even want to imagine the two of us together. Best Friends Always Smallville "smiled and tried to open the door. How could I manage to be so false?
"Lois I. .."
"Quiet Clark. It 'a good thing, believe me. Change the subject, okay? Tomorrow I get to see you the farm, so I'll help with the suitcase, imagine how it will be reduced already "waited for a response but no show. "Have a good night Smallville" got out without him saying something, but before leaving he whispered, "Goodnight Lois" and set in motion.
That evening, when Clark returned to the farm, ate something and went into the barn. He needed to reflect on his feelings. Why, then had?
did not know exactly what he felt for me. But something told him it was better to let it go, and continue a considerare il nostro rapporto solo una grande amica.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
European Nationality You
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Best Point And Shoot Camera Shutter Speed
Interference Concerns substrate
The last post is two months ago!
However, I write because I realized that is completely and sadly down the level. He just had a meltdown from type two and a half years' part is. On the one hand it's a shame but on the other makes that period - the period in - it is a gloss and a vitality that years later is still smiling.
Ah, nothing to do with a cock, but what the hell was the RAPOSUSO, by God?
The last post is two months ago!
However, I write because I realized that is completely and sadly down the level. He just had a meltdown from type two and a half years' part is. On the one hand it's a shame but on the other makes that period - the period in - it is a gloss and a vitality that years later is still smiling.
Ah, nothing to do with a cock, but what the hell was the RAPOSUSO, by God?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Launch Options -high Counter Strike Source
'm puzzled.
O_o And also a bit 'tired you're never wrong.
Take care of me. ç_ç
Friday, March 6, 2009
How To Get The Spinning Cross On Mw2
: D
the nonsense I take with a smile that naturally encounter on my way.
Such as feminists. Feminists are a breed in danger of extinction or, at least, they should be. Unfortunately, for I do not know what mysterious reason, they are not. I feel like a girl who are not only entitled to speak but I would feel almost obliged, if I was not too much to do in Australia.
Because of this, I take this opportunity to say that Australia is the last place where the dignity of female patients had a riot. (Of course, this assumes that you completely ignore the third world countries, but if we go for the feminists in the Third World, Judas pig, then there is a reversal of priorities!)
feminists, especially those convinced and especially those who are proud of it, are ridiculous. I say this with all my good heart and with all my ability to be respectful to those who believe disrespectful: Stop. Stop needing to hide behind the bogeyman of Sappho to feel in some way useful to the culture of humanity. Enough with the Austen, enough is enough with Plath and Woolf. You want to be smart, sure of yourself, independent? Well: plant to break the FUCK ALL (figuratively). Make your life, take your rights and duties of these cock beccatevi well, because they chatter chatter about discrimination, but feminism today is not that the stench of the corpse of the machismo of the past.
Then never mind that to be an artist today must indispensably be maladjusted. And to be sure, even lesbians. But this is a wider discourse, a discourse that goes on has to do with literature, especially with the literature of today. My lost sheep, I beseech you in the knee: just write books.
enough to believe the authors.
There are no more artists. Or rather, they are buried by the shit that is continuously published, publicized, and rubbish everywhere. From Twilight and Moccia. I know, I know, you shoot the red cross, you say, but alas, it is.
To publish today is nothing, not even the consecutio temporum. Not to mention the punctuation or the subjunctive.
Then, close friends, if you want to publish, in fact, if published , do not break the Zebedee left and right. Even my 13 year old brother could publish, as it only does so because he likes football more.
Football and literature are more or less the same level today. Totti's just that, at least, knows to be linguistically comic.
Auanzo, you wrung me credit for the very first post ever on this separately. Thanks.
This is a busy post, Gucci, are you watching me? Look at me! LOOK AT ME! : D
the nonsense I take with a smile that naturally encounter on my way.
Such as feminists. Feminists are a breed in danger of extinction or, at least, they should be. Unfortunately, for I do not know what mysterious reason, they are not. I feel like a girl who are not only entitled to speak but I would feel almost obliged, if I was not too much to do in Australia.
Because of this, I take this opportunity to say that Australia is the last place where the dignity of female patients had a riot. (Of course, this assumes that you completely ignore the third world countries, but if we go for the feminists in the Third World, Judas pig, then there is a reversal of priorities!)
feminists, especially those convinced and especially those who are proud of it, are ridiculous. I say this with all my good heart and with all my ability to be respectful to those who believe disrespectful: Stop. Stop needing to hide behind the bogeyman of Sappho to feel in some way useful to the culture of humanity. Enough with the Austen, enough is enough with Plath and Woolf. You want to be smart, sure of yourself, independent? Well: plant to break the FUCK ALL (figuratively). Make your life, take your rights and duties of these cock beccatevi well, because they chatter chatter about discrimination, but feminism today is not that the stench of the corpse of the machismo of the past.
Then never mind that to be an artist today must indispensably be maladjusted. And to be sure, even lesbians. But this is a wider discourse, a discourse that goes on has to do with literature, especially with the literature of today. My lost sheep, I beseech you in the knee: just write books.
enough to believe the authors.
There are no more artists. Or rather, they are buried by the shit that is continuously published, publicized, and rubbish everywhere. From Twilight and Moccia. I know, I know, you shoot the red cross, you say, but alas, it is.
To publish today is nothing, not even the consecutio temporum. Not to mention the punctuation or the subjunctive.
Then, close friends, if you want to publish, in fact, if published , do not break the Zebedee left and right. Even my 13 year old brother could publish, as it only does so because he likes football more.
Football and literature are more or less the same level today. Totti's just that, at least, knows to be linguistically comic.
Auanzo, you wrung me credit for the very first post ever on this separately. Thanks.
This is a busy post, Gucci, are you watching me? Look at me! LOOK AT ME! : D
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Disney Scrapbook Sample Pages
Brain storming
Bonsoir. I
the connection once every two weeks, making a rough statistical calculation. But it is less bad than it looks, and comfort me a lot to have nothing to do with facebook (the fact that I have a facebook account is reduced by the fact that he does not know to use it and has not the slightest intention of learning ).
Tomorrow I leave to return to the fold but this place does pretty much everything sucks, from the people. Then I had promised myself to not be doing that in hindsight were back just in time, but never mind.
eighteen years I decided that I will have forever. Seriously. Why the age of eighteen are the best time.
No, I'm sixteen, or seventeen. At sixteen six seventeen inevitably angst and stupid and six inievitabilmente cynical and stupid.
And the cynics have fully broken balls. They have been broken because the most cynical thing I've heard this week was Berlusconi's comment on the case of Eluana. Cynics have died. A dead century ago. A century ago, died literature, art, Wilde, everything is dead. The
net.
The blog of the Kaw is a dreadful bore, Pito has become GOOD, Chinaski has a degree, Gucci has become happy.
But what the hell is the connection?
are dejected.
I have a physical need to speak decent book with decent people but there are decent people. (They too have died in the last century)
The nonsense then it is no longer what it once was. Now used to put things between the lines that you want to say. And if you're not this thing not only Beckett can not do it, but you should be prohibited by law.
The impression I have is that everything has become more and more serious, more and more critical. And the amazing thing was that everything was not so ridiculous when it was in the Maison Dumala.
Apart from the crap, I am sincerely tired of intellectuals. The underground jocks are sufferable, poor stars do not even know which way the sun rises, you can not mistreat them, should be a protected species, like pandas. The ignorant and stupid people are no longer a problem because they are all or the De Filippi, or Philosophy. Then there are the people who read and think to understand what they read and even think you can tell who has read and understood and those who believe that you have read and understood.
are incredulos. And a little 'sad, but this post is merely brainstorming.
clouds cut the orange sky in half.
(Curtis)
[yes, you read. Mere examination of conscience.]
Another thing, today is Valentine.
Kanon: ♥ Happy Valentine
Vu, Gucci, the Scillina, the Margi, Hades-sama, the Baka and Rucci. Others I do not come to mind then that means they deserve it.
immensissimamente I love you as always on this pc even if you can not do anything in photoshop, a premier, in dreamweaver or by hand. ç_ç
some people say that I miss is useless. But I'll tell you anyway and you can not do anything about it, NO * C *
Miss you. ç_ç
Bonsoir. I
the connection once every two weeks, making a rough statistical calculation. But it is less bad than it looks, and comfort me a lot to have nothing to do with facebook (the fact that I have a facebook account is reduced by the fact that he does not know to use it and has not the slightest intention of learning ).
Tomorrow I leave to return to the fold but this place does pretty much everything sucks, from the people. Then I had promised myself to not be doing that in hindsight were back just in time, but never mind.
eighteen years I decided that I will have forever. Seriously. Why the age of eighteen are the best time.
No, I'm sixteen, or seventeen. At sixteen six seventeen inevitably angst and stupid and six inievitabilmente cynical and stupid.
And the cynics have fully broken balls. They have been broken because the most cynical thing I've heard this week was Berlusconi's comment on the case of Eluana. Cynics have died. A dead century ago. A century ago, died literature, art, Wilde, everything is dead. The
net.
The blog of the Kaw is a dreadful bore, Pito has become GOOD, Chinaski has a degree, Gucci has become happy.
But what the hell is the connection?
are dejected.
I have a physical need to speak decent book with decent people but there are decent people. (They too have died in the last century)
The nonsense then it is no longer what it once was. Now used to put things between the lines that you want to say. And if you're not this thing not only Beckett can not do it, but you should be prohibited by law.
The impression I have is that everything has become more and more serious, more and more critical. And the amazing thing was that everything was not so ridiculous when it was in the Maison Dumala.
Apart from the crap, I am sincerely tired of intellectuals. The underground jocks are sufferable, poor stars do not even know which way the sun rises, you can not mistreat them, should be a protected species, like pandas. The ignorant and stupid people are no longer a problem because they are all or the De Filippi, or Philosophy. Then there are the people who read and think to understand what they read and even think you can tell who has read and understood and those who believe that you have read and understood.
are incredulos. And a little 'sad, but this post is merely brainstorming.
clouds cut the orange sky in half.
(Curtis)
[yes, you read. Mere examination of conscience.]
Another thing, today is Valentine.
Kanon: ♥ Happy Valentine
Vu, Gucci, the Scillina, the Margi, Hades-sama, the Baka and Rucci. Others I do not come to mind then that means they deserve it.
immensissimamente I love you as always on this pc even if you can not do anything in photoshop, a premier, in dreamweaver or by hand. ç_ç
some people say that I miss is useless. But I'll tell you anyway and you can not do anything about it, NO * C *
Miss you. ç_ç
Monday, January 12, 2009
Towel Bar For Pedestal Sink
Good
I know that this live journal is inherently useless, but I avatars so beautiful that it would keep just for that. I have twenty minutes to write and post this post. Allowing connection of course.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas, New Year and all that I have forgotten in recent months.
The problem is that despite having much to say, even the thought of having to write here depresses me. Will which is green (I'll try to change the layout). I do not know. This post will focus on the fact that livejournal is not working. In the sense that you write the post, and for reasons completely inexplicable and unexplained clears.
Spontaneously.
I do not know how it is possible and I know that everything would be much easier if I write all about word and then copy and paste. Not so! Journal can not live with!
You can not! You can not because whatever you paste it into your html will inevitably fuck up! And if I spend my life to fix the html of my post - my posts, by God! - I prefer to defy time and fortune (now I have 16 minutes, I lost time with the html) and do a post on his arm.
And the problem of post-arm is that usually when you do you always and invariably sleep. And, no, it makes no difference to have slept 13 hours.
I could go to Splinder. I know. You hate splinder a fierce hatred and atavistic. On Splinder have never been able to stay there. Never.
And I do not know what masochistic reason I always end up on live journal. Always. Despite
live journal is almost more uncomfortable for Hotmail.
In this regard, I appeal: FOR GOD, I HAVE A BOX ON YAHOO MAIL, send them THERE, THE MAIL, damn you! MADDELLAIO@YAHOO.IT is not difficult, I hate you!
Well, I ran out of time thanks to HTML. I have seen yes men, cool, funny.
XD Ah, then I spent New Year in Parma with Wonderland. Luv you as always. ç * ç
Bye.
I know that this live journal is inherently useless, but I avatars so beautiful that it would keep just for that. I have twenty minutes to write and post this post. Allowing connection of course.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas, New Year and all that I have forgotten in recent months.
The problem is that despite having much to say, even the thought of having to write here depresses me. Will which is green (I'll try to change the layout). I do not know. This post will focus on the fact that livejournal is not working. In the sense that you write the post, and for reasons completely inexplicable and unexplained clears.
Spontaneously.
I do not know how it is possible and I know that everything would be much easier if I write all about word and then copy and paste. Not so! Journal can not live with!
You can not! You can not because whatever you paste it into your html will inevitably fuck up! And if I spend my life to fix the html of my post - my posts, by God! - I prefer to defy time and fortune (now I have 16 minutes, I lost time with the html) and do a post on his arm.
And the problem of post-arm is that usually when you do you always and invariably sleep. And, no, it makes no difference to have slept 13 hours.
I could go to Splinder. I know. You hate splinder a fierce hatred and atavistic. On Splinder have never been able to stay there. Never.
And I do not know what masochistic reason I always end up on live journal. Always. Despite
live journal is almost more uncomfortable for Hotmail.
In this regard, I appeal: FOR GOD, I HAVE A BOX ON YAHOO MAIL, send them THERE, THE MAIL, damn you! MADDELLAIO@YAHOO.IT is not difficult, I hate you!
Well, I ran out of time thanks to HTML. I have seen yes men, cool, funny.
XD Ah, then I spent New Year in Parma with Wonderland. Luv you as always. ç * ç
Bye.
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