From the series "Thoughts that come to mind while short-ham":
What if you were twenty-four hours to say or write any crap?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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From the series "Thoughts that come to mind while short-ham":
What if you were twenty-four hours to say or write any crap?
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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MYSELF OF THE DOGS ULTRAPOEMAS Curr. TODAY I MET YOU IN A RARE TIME. MODERN
I met in a rare period!
Dignity "Where were you? Where were
, dignity?
I have:
- A white Renault Clio.
- and everything else that fits in the white Renault Clio.
I met in a rare period! Chewing
strawberry farmer. 
I met in a rare period!
Dignity "Where were you? Where were
, dignity?
I have:
- A white Renault Clio.
- and everything else that fits in the white Renault Clio.
I met in a rare period! Chewing
strawberry farmer.
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From the series "Revelations that come while short-ham":
The day I throw it on the TV season of Tim Burton's hospitality Ruzafa be bonded wafer such that to his side, Lehman Brothers is going to seem a trifle. 
From the series "Revelations that come while short-ham":
The day I throw it on the TV season of Tim Burton's hospitality Ruzafa be bonded wafer such that to his side, Lehman Brothers is going to seem a trifle.
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THE FUCKING LOVE OF PAINT.
diseñazos "Molan the shirts I made for Rajoy Division, are cool or not? Who was laughing at me inability to Paint? You get out now, go!
diseñazos "Molan the shirts I made for Rajoy Division, are cool or not? Who was laughing at me inability to Paint? You get out now, go!
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MAGAZINE RELEASE THE DOGS Curr.
This chunk is taken from Public , one of the fanzines that in Spain, sold at newsstands. The other is Gazette, of course.
In the Valencian Country, one of the main strongholds of the PP along with Madrid, the party has specialized in recent days at the inauguration of things that are not or not working. The first was Francisco Camps, president of the Generalitat, who on Thursday presented at the Vall d'Uixó (Castellón) a hospital that was only on paper. "I promised a hospital and here is the model!" He said. The next day, Carlos Fabra exhibited to the press an empty airport. The latest to join the fashion of the openings ghost was the mayor of Valencia, Rita Barberá, who yesterday cut the ribbon Benimámet underground station (district of Valencia) for which no trains running to within a month and a half. Meanwhile, the mayor invited the neighbors, many of them open-mouthed, walking through the tunnel. "That off all Benimámet to see this play, this reality!".
others do not know, but I, when I leave here to send this rock I will take loads of less, and who knows me knows that I say this without any irony. 
This chunk is taken from Public , one of the fanzines that in Spain, sold at newsstands. The other is Gazette, of course.
In the Valencian Country, one of the main strongholds of the PP along with Madrid, the party has specialized in recent days at the inauguration of things that are not or not working. The first was Francisco Camps, president of the Generalitat, who on Thursday presented at the Vall d'Uixó (Castellón) a hospital that was only on paper. "I promised a hospital and here is the model!" He said. The next day, Carlos Fabra exhibited to the press an empty airport. The latest to join the fashion of the openings ghost was the mayor of Valencia, Rita Barberá, who yesterday cut the ribbon Benimámet underground station (district of Valencia) for which no trains running to within a month and a half. Meanwhile, the mayor invited the neighbors, many of them open-mouthed, walking through the tunnel. "That off all Benimámet to see this play, this reality!".
others do not know, but I, when I leave here to send this rock I will take loads of less, and who knows me knows that I say this without any irony.
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NEW SECTION!: THE ULTRAPOEMAS OF DOGS Curr. TODAY: SEVEN TSUNAMI.
Seven tsunamis!
That was not one!
Neither were two!
Neither were three!
Neither were four!
Nor were five!
Neither were six!
were seven tsunamis! Like seven chestnuts! Seven! 
Seven tsunamis!
That was not one!
Neither were two!
Neither were three!
Neither were four!
Nor were five!
Neither were six!
were seven tsunamis! Like seven chestnuts! Seven!
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From the series "Revelations that come while short-ham":
I must be a candid, but never, until now, I thought I had so much dignity and money to see. 
From the series "Revelations that come while short-ham":
I must be a candid, but never, until now, I thought I had so much dignity and money to see.
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BOHEMIAN (LXIV)
The host most enormous that I've stuck in life, without any doubt. A mass of iron and glass, clavándoseme everywhere. And cries, besides mine, "in which I recognized my wife, Makenda and Charo.
Then came the kick, the black: in the ribs, legs, arms ... And their cries
:
- Galing! Where Galing!
And mine:
- Stop! A white man has it all! Stop!
to all this, I with my eyes closed, out of pure pain.
And then I heard another voice, that of Makenda:
- Makendo!
And then another voice, that of Makendo:
- Makenda!
And then a shot, cortabolas and dry. And I opened my eyes and I was left alone, so I was not clear what to do but watch, and looked aside and saw the black, jumping over the fence, but in reverse, and looked the other way and saw the truffles, which opened what was left of gate and approached, pointing with his pipe, the smoke coming out and saying,
- Do not shoot! Everyone still! This is the bastard of truffles!
tried to say something. But I could not. Do you know of those nightmares where you try to scream and do not you get? Same thing. Truffles appeared behind my wife, looking surprised.
- What are you doing, Manolo? He asks the truffles. What will you do?
- Kill the bastard, honey.
After Makenda hear, shouting something in his language, which to me should mean:
- Do not shoot the pipe! Teresa's husband is and father of Manolillo! And let
point and I know I will die there, no identity, no nothing. And there comes a time when it is not only who can not speak, but that did not even hear: Teresa's mouth moves, the mouth moves Truffles, the sun shines on high; not going to see the next failure .
close my eyes.
Sabrino the Sabrinas. Are all in the white tunnel. Sound fanfare, confetti falling. They smile, are welcoming me.
And then occurs: the last memory of my life sad and shabby. We
my wife and I, the notary. We put before writing, so the sign. Are those of real estate, the credit clearance, the head of our branch. We will have our own flat. We will belong to them, all of them. Teresa
signature. I miss my writing. My name, I have to sign below. I think of it, look at my wife, I smile. A lot of years lamp by clubs, linking the ass: the end of it. I have her, I have Manolillo. Goodbye
adventure, excitement goodbye. From now on, only a straight line directly into nothingness.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Noto as if he had swallowed glass mashed. I spit blood. I look at writing. And I do all I can do: Three
. Two
.
One ...
- Long live the family and the ordeeeeeeeen! I scream.
And while I do, you will be under the truffles the sweatpants and underpants, a single pull.
My wife looks at the cock. Look at Truffles in the face. Look at his dick again.
And he gets a kick in the balls and falls to the ground truffles. And he is hitting. Remains striking. Remains striking. Truffles
But has not dropped the gun, so again pointing to his head and says:
- I kill. I kill!
and grabbed my lapels, lifts me up and we get into the villa. Tere look me in the eyes, crying. We climbed the stairs. We entered a room.
I beg to wear a rubber knees. He says he will. I thank him, tears dripping.
Through the window, I see a lot of police surrounding the villa. Among them is O'Brete, pistol and bulletproof vest. O'Brete throws something and climbs: suddenly I have it before me, on the other side of the window.
- Do something, O'Brete! -Beg.
What makes O'Brete? Smile. And lifting a finger, another comb.
The Truffles I bum. Follow anal sex. Follow anal sex.
then heard a shot and Truffles of the gun, which has blown his brains out. I see a piece
slammed into the window.
END OF THE FIRST PART. 
The host most enormous that I've stuck in life, without any doubt. A mass of iron and glass, clavándoseme everywhere. And cries, besides mine, "in which I recognized my wife, Makenda and Charo.
Then came the kick, the black: in the ribs, legs, arms ... And their cries
:
- Galing! Where Galing!
And mine:
- Stop! A white man has it all! Stop!
to all this, I with my eyes closed, out of pure pain.
And then I heard another voice, that of Makenda:
- Makendo!
And then another voice, that of Makendo:
- Makenda!
And then a shot, cortabolas and dry. And I opened my eyes and I was left alone, so I was not clear what to do but watch, and looked aside and saw the black, jumping over the fence, but in reverse, and looked the other way and saw the truffles, which opened what was left of gate and approached, pointing with his pipe, the smoke coming out and saying,
- Do not shoot! Everyone still! This is the bastard of truffles!
tried to say something. But I could not. Do you know of those nightmares where you try to scream and do not you get? Same thing. Truffles appeared behind my wife, looking surprised.
- What are you doing, Manolo? He asks the truffles. What will you do?
- Kill the bastard, honey.
After Makenda hear, shouting something in his language, which to me should mean:
- Do not shoot the pipe! Teresa's husband is and father of Manolillo! And let
point and I know I will die there, no identity, no nothing. And there comes a time when it is not only who can not speak, but that did not even hear: Teresa's mouth moves, the mouth moves Truffles, the sun shines on high; not going to see the next failure .
close my eyes.
Sabrino the Sabrinas. Are all in the white tunnel. Sound fanfare, confetti falling. They smile, are welcoming me.
And then occurs: the last memory of my life sad and shabby. We
my wife and I, the notary. We put before writing, so the sign. Are those of real estate, the credit clearance, the head of our branch. We will have our own flat. We will belong to them, all of them. Teresa
signature. I miss my writing. My name, I have to sign below. I think of it, look at my wife, I smile. A lot of years lamp by clubs, linking the ass: the end of it. I have her, I have Manolillo. Goodbye
adventure, excitement goodbye. From now on, only a straight line directly into nothingness.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Noto as if he had swallowed glass mashed. I spit blood. I look at writing. And I do all I can do: Three
. Two
.
One ...
- Long live the family and the ordeeeeeeeen! I scream.
And while I do, you will be under the truffles the sweatpants and underpants, a single pull.
My wife looks at the cock. Look at Truffles in the face. Look at his dick again.
And he gets a kick in the balls and falls to the ground truffles. And he is hitting. Remains striking. Remains striking. Truffles
But has not dropped the gun, so again pointing to his head and says:
- I kill. I kill!
and grabbed my lapels, lifts me up and we get into the villa. Tere look me in the eyes, crying. We climbed the stairs. We entered a room.
I beg to wear a rubber knees. He says he will. I thank him, tears dripping.
Through the window, I see a lot of police surrounding the villa. Among them is O'Brete, pistol and bulletproof vest. O'Brete throws something and climbs: suddenly I have it before me, on the other side of the window.
- Do something, O'Brete! -Beg.
What makes O'Brete? Smile. And lifting a finger, another comb.
The Truffles I bum. Follow anal sex. Follow anal sex.
then heard a shot and Truffles of the gun, which has blown his brains out. I see a piece
slammed into the window.
END OF THE FIRST PART.
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RUBÉN (LXIV)
When Lili parked the car a few hundred meters from the old cookie factory was already almost dark. There was still a time for your appointment with Mr. Dreher.
lit a cigarette, got out and walked to the trunk. From there took a huge puppet made of blobs of paper in position thirsty and in the dark, apparently due to Eva Four gagged in the passenger seat. He put it in place and she in his, continued quietly smoking. He was lucky: five minutes later, a car parked next to the cookie factory. Time seemed to strive to go faster than normal. But she still went ahead, that was fine. Lili
threw the cigarette out the window and, before putting the car in motion, felt for sure that had the gun inside his jacket, that was not very good, but there was no help.
- not you, Eva? "Asked the puppet. 
When Lili parked the car a few hundred meters from the old cookie factory was already almost dark. There was still a time for your appointment with Mr. Dreher.
lit a cigarette, got out and walked to the trunk. From there took a huge puppet made of blobs of paper in position thirsty and in the dark, apparently due to Eva Four gagged in the passenger seat. He put it in place and she in his, continued quietly smoking. He was lucky: five minutes later, a car parked next to the cookie factory. Time seemed to strive to go faster than normal. But she still went ahead, that was fine. Lili
threw the cigarette out the window and, before putting the car in motion, felt for sure that had the gun inside his jacket, that was not very good, but there was no help.
- not you, Eva? "Asked the puppet.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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TWO BOHEMIAN (LXIII)
Even today, if I close my eyes and I start to think, I can still see it, like an action movie:
Balas.
"They shoot blacks, or not fire?
Impossible to say: I have never felt so alive, so much so that it is impossible to see anything more than that. Or do I have plugged ears to receive as much host? I said, impossible to know.
I run a lot. Like a cheetah, a gazelle Thompson, and competing against blacks, already known to be the fastest. From time to time, jump gravel ground into my eyes: yes, it must be that they are shooting.
The villa of Charo.
Twenty meters.
Ten.
Jump the fence, screaming in Cameroon.
The piece of glass door that separates the dining terrace. Only one option: to throw against it, through it, get rid of the curtains, attached to my body as a network game, and keep running, hiding.
I do. Jump in iron.
may be the last thing to do. Or maybe not.
On the air, turn my head and I still see black people, perched on the fence at that time.
but had not counted on one thing: after the curtain comes the metal gate to protect the house of the Romanian winter.
and was closed. 
Even today, if I close my eyes and I start to think, I can still see it, like an action movie:
Balas.
"They shoot blacks, or not fire?
Impossible to say: I have never felt so alive, so much so that it is impossible to see anything more than that. Or do I have plugged ears to receive as much host? I said, impossible to know.
I run a lot. Like a cheetah, a gazelle Thompson, and competing against blacks, already known to be the fastest. From time to time, jump gravel ground into my eyes: yes, it must be that they are shooting.
The villa of Charo.
Twenty meters.
Ten.
Jump the fence, screaming in Cameroon.
The piece of glass door that separates the dining terrace. Only one option: to throw against it, through it, get rid of the curtains, attached to my body as a network game, and keep running, hiding.
I do. Jump in iron.
may be the last thing to do. Or maybe not.
On the air, turn my head and I still see black people, perched on the fence at that time.
but had not counted on one thing: after the curtain comes the metal gate to protect the house of the Romanian winter.
and was closed.
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RUBÉN (LXIII)
had been ten hours inside the house and there was only one thing that could be imposed on the anarchy of facts: the tyranny of injustice.
With succeeding blows without a still from all over Michael / Four / beagle dogs and Eve, with the wills and completely dismembered, struggling now to try to go outside under any price to get, as it were, a minimum fuel they demanded their poisoned bodies. And sorprendentemte, the only person at that stage that prevented anyone from entering or leaving there was none other than Christoph / Six counterphobic / Punki.
Or rather, Christoph / Six phobic / Punki.
Why now Christoph / Six phobic / Punki? What could have happened in the last hours for the young Christoph, since they came to live and Pork Watchtower sinviviera for and aggressively confront their fears, now, completely defeated them, were willing to do anything to not be in front of the ghost and both had waited?
If Boris / One / Terrier had been there the doubts of his colleagues would have been clear in what it had been slow to explain clearly and thoroughly.
But Boris / One / Terrier was engaged in what was the first day of his new job were left without knowing that, if the behavior Christoph had so radically changed was because the six mixed, to be arbitrary and changing nature (and in its compulsive) just a small detail (small in the eyes of others, of course) for your subject, rarely their own decisions, dump all the weight of his torment in one direction or another, to the whim and without being able to predict how long it lasts.
And what could be the event that changed his course as sharp as vital Christoph? Maybe the blood had been close, and even having seen dripping from his face when the junkie of the roof collapse? Or perhaps, more than an act, would be desperate a situation that had become the only one with enough wisdom to keep that night investigation leading to a drain on astral dimensions? On this question, nor the same Boris / One / Terrier could shed light with full guarantees ever (though certainly not have refrained from comment.)
- Christoph! We're the son of a bitch and let us get out!
- Over my dead body. The first person who approaches you loose a cantazo that left him looking at the stars. Are not you noticed in the container filled with stones that I have here by my side?
- Come, hosts! Do not be so!
- No, hell, what can not can not be. Do not, Ralph?
- That, "said Ralph / Three / Peacock. Fuck them for junkies!
- He has said again! He has said again!
- Do not even get close to it, Michael. If not, you know what you get.
- But is that just says fuck me!
With a huge smirk Ralph got up and walked to the pantry, on the other bottle of wine. If those were yoncarras milk ... and a syringe were able to kill, if need be!
A cursory glance at the pantry on to barter her smile in a pathetic grimace of despair.
- The wine! Where the hell is the wine? He shouted.
- Ah, they do not know, "said Eva. Will be over.
- Finished? "Finished? Aaaaaah! Christoph! Christoph, I shit on God! Or let me out, or I'll kill you! 
had been ten hours inside the house and there was only one thing that could be imposed on the anarchy of facts: the tyranny of injustice.
With succeeding blows without a still from all over Michael / Four / beagle dogs and Eve, with the wills and completely dismembered, struggling now to try to go outside under any price to get, as it were, a minimum fuel they demanded their poisoned bodies. And sorprendentemte, the only person at that stage that prevented anyone from entering or leaving there was none other than Christoph / Six counterphobic / Punki.
Or rather, Christoph / Six phobic / Punki.
Why now Christoph / Six phobic / Punki? What could have happened in the last hours for the young Christoph, since they came to live and Pork Watchtower sinviviera for and aggressively confront their fears, now, completely defeated them, were willing to do anything to not be in front of the ghost and both had waited?
If Boris / One / Terrier had been there the doubts of his colleagues would have been clear in what it had been slow to explain clearly and thoroughly.
But Boris / One / Terrier was engaged in what was the first day of his new job were left without knowing that, if the behavior Christoph had so radically changed was because the six mixed, to be arbitrary and changing nature (and in its compulsive) just a small detail (small in the eyes of others, of course) for your subject, rarely their own decisions, dump all the weight of his torment in one direction or another, to the whim and without being able to predict how long it lasts.
And what could be the event that changed his course as sharp as vital Christoph? Maybe the blood had been close, and even having seen dripping from his face when the junkie of the roof collapse? Or perhaps, more than an act, would be desperate a situation that had become the only one with enough wisdom to keep that night investigation leading to a drain on astral dimensions? On this question, nor the same Boris / One / Terrier could shed light with full guarantees ever (though certainly not have refrained from comment.)
- Christoph! We're the son of a bitch and let us get out!
- Over my dead body. The first person who approaches you loose a cantazo that left him looking at the stars. Are not you noticed in the container filled with stones that I have here by my side?
- Come, hosts! Do not be so!
- No, hell, what can not can not be. Do not, Ralph?
- That, "said Ralph / Three / Peacock. Fuck them for junkies!
- He has said again! He has said again!
- Do not even get close to it, Michael. If not, you know what you get.
- But is that just says fuck me!
With a huge smirk Ralph got up and walked to the pantry, on the other bottle of wine. If those were yoncarras milk ... and a syringe were able to kill, if need be!
A cursory glance at the pantry on to barter her smile in a pathetic grimace of despair.
- The wine! Where the hell is the wine? He shouted.
- Ah, they do not know, "said Eva. Will be over.
- Finished? "Finished? Aaaaaah! Christoph! Christoph, I shit on God! Or let me out, or I'll kill you!
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Friday, March 25, 2011
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TWO BOHEMIAN (LXII)
I bet whatever they must think I'm the fucking worst. A guy who has some black gangsters where he hides his family and leads them up? Come on, man! You ever seen ...!
But you are wrong. The shitting you are and I'll tell you why: because I'm ahead of you. When you've gone, I've become, I scratch eggs and I lit a cigarette. Who had been at death's door but this Kid? Who had heard the words of Sabrino cat? And most importantly: who but I, "this piece of crack - not only heard, but also to interpret correctly?
Because it was so: finally understood the words of my ex-pet, those in which he said that luck was already knocking at my door. Yes, yes. What you read that right: that, as blacks, was not a marronazo, but an opportunity for the ciborium. To save my family and save my asshole, all at a time. It was a matter of being accurate. It was a matter of throw balls. Was concerned, in particular, to seize the exact moment.
to see. First: those blacks should be Makendo and his men, in that there could be wishful thinking. How did it get there? I did not know, but what was clear was that they should know the car O'Brete. And also that somehow, despite discover me in your trunk, thought that was with him, that for something I was shooting.
Now, another thing. What was my plan? Very simple. Do not want that bastard of Truffles impersonate me? Well then, that would cause the consequences: he would enter the house of Charo; then I hide, and when they arrived blacks, who find? Bingo: the truffle.
Do you still think that I'm the fucking worse? Well Let me tell you something: when someone impersonating him, leave him without work stolen family photos while we do the wiggle, petarle want your ass, it also expelled from paradise and shoot a black parachute the few persons remaining doubts that, you just clear: the charge must die.
Well, no, you caught me: indeed, he deserved it just ass. 
I bet whatever they must think I'm the fucking worst. A guy who has some black gangsters where he hides his family and leads them up? Come on, man! You ever seen ...!
But you are wrong. The shitting you are and I'll tell you why: because I'm ahead of you. When you've gone, I've become, I scratch eggs and I lit a cigarette. Who had been at death's door but this Kid? Who had heard the words of Sabrino cat? And most importantly: who but I, "this piece of crack - not only heard, but also to interpret correctly?
Because it was so: finally understood the words of my ex-pet, those in which he said that luck was already knocking at my door. Yes, yes. What you read that right: that, as blacks, was not a marronazo, but an opportunity for the ciborium. To save my family and save my asshole, all at a time. It was a matter of being accurate. It was a matter of throw balls. Was concerned, in particular, to seize the exact moment.
to see. First: those blacks should be Makendo and his men, in that there could be wishful thinking. How did it get there? I did not know, but what was clear was that they should know the car O'Brete. And also that somehow, despite discover me in your trunk, thought that was with him, that for something I was shooting.
Now, another thing. What was my plan? Very simple. Do not want that bastard of Truffles impersonate me? Well then, that would cause the consequences: he would enter the house of Charo; then I hide, and when they arrived blacks, who find? Bingo: the truffle.
Do you still think that I'm the fucking worse? Well Let me tell you something: when someone impersonating him, leave him without work stolen family photos while we do the wiggle, petarle want your ass, it also expelled from paradise and shoot a black parachute the few persons remaining doubts that, you just clear: the charge must die.
Well, no, you caught me: indeed, he deserved it just ass.
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RUBÉN (LXII)
Don Ramon, Mayor profession, he opened his eyes to the eight p.m..
- Damn, what early start! "He said, staring into the hands of the clock. If the council does not open until nine and I never go before eleven! What do I do?
Breakfast? No. Do you wash? No. Does watching TV? No. Will Review the agenda? For supuestísimo not.
- Huy, because I think that I am a tad tense. Maybe it's a matter of close to catch a little dirt marroncejo, if not the end I'm going to start a Farias and is not concerned. With what it cost me quit! 
Don Ramon, Mayor profession, he opened his eyes to the eight p.m..
- Damn, what early start! "He said, staring into the hands of the clock. If the council does not open until nine and I never go before eleven! What do I do?
Breakfast? No. Do you wash? No. Does watching TV? No. Will Review the agenda? For supuestísimo not.
- Huy, because I think that I am a tad tense. Maybe it's a matter of close to catch a little dirt marroncejo, if not the end I'm going to start a Farias and is not concerned. With what it cost me quit!
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TWO AGAINST THE WORLD
As Joshua Edelman, the Board noted that it is not strange. Here he recorded his last 2 albums and here again as you can and leave, with the permission of the competent authority, known is the skill that gives our bosses closing bars, where. From its Madrid is his memory to the streets of Rosario, the title of one of his most celebrated compositions, with which it closes the first pass. The Latin Jazz is here to stay and that knows much our hero has even written a method on the matter. Another track, "Counterpoint", leads the stars of the night to remember the late Cuban trombonist Juan Pablo Torres, who ended up leaving this world when the two met. The music of the author of "mambo salad" is always present in the performances of both. Yours and that of Tito Puente - Bridge of soul "- Chucho Valdes -" Claudia "- ...
It's not just these two. If the reader decides to spend a day in the den of the Plaza de Santa Ana these days, and it is advisable to do so, you can listen to a handful of top-notch Cuban performers in the jazz-Latin section. Manuel Machado, trumpet; Yelsy Heredia, the bass-with their own album for Cigala Music, "and Moses Porro, battery, form a unity of destiny in the music competition and versatility hardly comparable. Standards - "Just Friends" - the edges, and when the matter goes to the Afro-Cuban, cast Hispan. Edelman
Turre
recover loss and healthy custom finish with a blues: "Ray's Collard greens (collard is said by extendiddo use the African American diet) gives Turre foot to show off with his half-dozen shells and performed on two by two, "the Rahsaan Roland Kirk."
"Bright Moments"
Jazz for the weekend
- Friday: Vijay Iyer and CM Juan Camacho in San Juan, Yuri Honing, Carlos Foundation in Antwerp, Sinikka Langeland at the Museo Reina Sofía.
- Saturday : Romane Trio and Bob Sands Big Band Tribute to Frank Sinatra "in the room Joy Eslava, Blas Rivera and Tito Cartechini in Clamores.
- Sunday: Trombone Shorty in San Juan, Wallace Rooney Clamores. 
Joshua Edelman for piano and Steve Turre, trombone and shells, the word "jazz" is not necessarily linked to another word: "boring." "Jazz," Edelman says, "is nothing mysterious or strange." The fate and inviting issued to both to play at the Madrid Jazz Festival joined them in 2005. Five years later, the Café Central Plaza del Angel reunited them for a week of concerts, high voltage end, if nothing remedy, next Sunday, 27. "I have not made the journey from New York for nothing", "threat" Turre. For if there is any doubt, "Bertendona lights," a blues in the style "Messengers"-Art Blakey, with whom he pays homage to the neighborhood Edelman Bilbao where you installed your real puts things in place and the viewer place. These are serious. "It's that music is a very serious thing," notes trombonist who once played with Ray Charles and Dizzy Gillespie. Here, he was accompanied by the legendary Woody Shaw and since then, that he is following the track. Steve Turre is not someone who can easily go unnoticed.
As Joshua Edelman, the Board noted that it is not strange. Here he recorded his last 2 albums and here again as you can and leave, with the permission of the competent authority, known is the skill that gives our bosses closing bars, where. From its Madrid is his memory to the streets of Rosario, the title of one of his most celebrated compositions, with which it closes the first pass. The Latin Jazz is here to stay and that knows much our hero has even written a method on the matter. Another track, "Counterpoint", leads the stars of the night to remember the late Cuban trombonist Juan Pablo Torres, who ended up leaving this world when the two met. The music of the author of "mambo salad" is always present in the performances of both. Yours and that of Tito Puente - Bridge of soul "- Chucho Valdes -" Claudia "- ...
It's not just these two. If the reader decides to spend a day in the den of the Plaza de Santa Ana these days, and it is advisable to do so, you can listen to a handful of top-notch Cuban performers in the jazz-Latin section. Manuel Machado, trumpet; Yelsy Heredia, the bass-with their own album for Cigala Music, "and Moses Porro, battery, form a unity of destiny in the music competition and versatility hardly comparable. Standards - "Just Friends" - the edges, and when the matter goes to the Afro-Cuban, cast Hispan. Edelman
Turre
recover loss and healthy custom finish with a blues: "Ray's Collard greens (collard is said by extendiddo use the African American diet) gives Turre foot to show off with his half-dozen shells and performed on two by two, "the Rahsaan Roland Kirk."
"Bright Moments"
Chema Martínez García
Jazz for the weekend
- Saturday : Romane Trio and Bob Sands Big Band Tribute to Frank Sinatra "in the room Joy Eslava, Blas Rivera and Tito Cartechini in Clamores.
- Sunday: Trombone Shorty in San Juan, Wallace Rooney Clamores.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Free Gay Toilett Three
TWO BOHEMIAN (LXI)
Needless to add that was not in a sarcophagus, but in a trunk car, that of O'Brete, to be precise. And I'd open myself, kicking, something that made me feel very strong but had to be because the car was pretty shattered, so the host and the ravine.
addition to my battered person (I hurt all the human body) there were also other three guys in suits and gagged, which, in my most stunning, I recalled some words of immense José María García, those which state Lorenzo Sanz, the former president of Madrid, was the kind of guys who have the office in the trunk of the car. Well O'Brete same.
That was a murky matter, dark gentucero, and if I could stay any doubt despejármela came to blacks, which in addition to scream things in their language, there from the heights, which increasingly less so, "also began firing their guns in my direction, as if we were in a fair and I were the pilot puppy.
I left the trunk, of course. And in doing so, I realized one thing: only twenty meters, began the urbanization of villas Charo, the friend of my wife, that had taken refuge where my family and the O'Brete. So there was only one option: to get away from there in a hurry and make the bait, distancing as possible to my loved ones three brown gunned threatened me.
Guess what I did. For
run to the house of Charles, of course.
Meanwhile, make cuts to black sleeves. Zechariah
Needless to add that was not in a sarcophagus, but in a trunk car, that of O'Brete, to be precise. And I'd open myself, kicking, something that made me feel very strong but had to be because the car was pretty shattered, so the host and the ravine.
addition to my battered person (I hurt all the human body) there were also other three guys in suits and gagged, which, in my most stunning, I recalled some words of immense José María García, those which state Lorenzo Sanz, the former president of Madrid, was the kind of guys who have the office in the trunk of the car. Well O'Brete same.
That was a murky matter, dark gentucero, and if I could stay any doubt despejármela came to blacks, which in addition to scream things in their language, there from the heights, which increasingly less so, "also began firing their guns in my direction, as if we were in a fair and I were the pilot puppy.
I left the trunk, of course. And in doing so, I realized one thing: only twenty meters, began the urbanization of villas Charo, the friend of my wife, that had taken refuge where my family and the O'Brete. So there was only one option: to get away from there in a hurry and make the bait, distancing as possible to my loved ones three brown gunned threatened me.
Guess what I did. For
run to the house of Charles, of course.
Meanwhile, make cuts to black sleeves. Zechariah
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RUBÉN (LXI)
delivery was accomplished in Ciudad Real and, at the wheel of his trusty truck, sped to Atalaya del Puerco. Would be a long night: he intended to approach the house, changed in a hurry and go to the local pub to watch on TV, with Antonio, the extensive and intensive investigative report which was to be analyzed, in great details and a profusion of prestigious collaborators, the brutal treatment that FIFA, for mediaciónd and his evil minions the umpires, had global world after repeating against Spain. The escalation in the way of shame and injustice was so humiliating that was already being felt even in smaller parties like the one the night before, had seen the selection bend the knee against an opponent in the third row, no less than Chechnya and over in a friendly.
- Is there no right, damn ... "he thought Zechariah through clenched teeth.
were such anger and stubbornness when the body demanded a relief of their bowel function was missed the median of the highway and in order to park in a service area, nearly cause a massive accident.
- I shit in the holy chalice! He shouted as he ran to the toilets.
The door was locked.
- Damn! What the hell are created, they're going to steal a tiger? Burst out before the astonished gaze of the gas station and the manager.
But when he was almost before them, some insistent honking forced him to turn.
- What the hell is it? Wait a bit, host, serve you now!
- Zacharias Someone shouted from the Ford Fiesta from where the claxonazos "That's me, fuck! Andrew!
- Copón! Fuck the slut the virgin! If Andrew!
and without a further word Zachary ran to the Ford Fiesta, took to shoving his sole occupant and was merged with it in a heartfelt hug that was born of nostalgia and that kind of friendship that does not understand the meaning of words as decades or kilometers.
was not for less: the security guard who was occupying that vehicle, body and person, Andrew, handsome lad who had done his military service in Almeria and who, by the challenges and vicissitudes of life, did not return to see from then.
- The Whore host, Zacharias Where were you going so fast?
- Well, where I was going to be, dammit! To see the report from Spain!
- Who! Be part of Spain, pussy! You and I are going tonight, bitches!
Zacharias was to pull out an imaginary scale from his pocket, but halfway convinced that it was bullshit.
- Well, look, you know what I mean? You're right! Give him the fucking ass to Spain! You are always the same, Coupon! Come to complain, complain come, but you have to do is play better and petarnos to rival both crap!
- way to talk, host, that is the English Fury and the rest are queer!
And so the two friends of weapons got into the Ford Fiesta and, while admiring the one another how well they had treated the years, they released the vehicle and its hours, speed supine to the brown peaks of the night. 
- Is there no right, damn ... "he thought Zechariah through clenched teeth.
were such anger and stubbornness when the body demanded a relief of their bowel function was missed the median of the highway and in order to park in a service area, nearly cause a massive accident.
- I shit in the holy chalice! He shouted as he ran to the toilets.
The door was locked.
- Damn! What the hell are created, they're going to steal a tiger? Burst out before the astonished gaze of the gas station and the manager.
But when he was almost before them, some insistent honking forced him to turn.
- What the hell is it? Wait a bit, host, serve you now!
- Zacharias Someone shouted from the Ford Fiesta from where the claxonazos "That's me, fuck! Andrew!
- Copón! Fuck the slut the virgin! If Andrew!
and without a further word Zachary ran to the Ford Fiesta, took to shoving his sole occupant and was merged with it in a heartfelt hug that was born of nostalgia and that kind of friendship that does not understand the meaning of words as decades or kilometers.
was not for less: the security guard who was occupying that vehicle, body and person, Andrew, handsome lad who had done his military service in Almeria and who, by the challenges and vicissitudes of life, did not return to see from then.
- The Whore host, Zacharias Where were you going so fast?
- Well, where I was going to be, dammit! To see the report from Spain!
- Who! Be part of Spain, pussy! You and I are going tonight, bitches!
Zacharias was to pull out an imaginary scale from his pocket, but halfway convinced that it was bullshit.
- Well, look, you know what I mean? You're right! Give him the fucking ass to Spain! You are always the same, Coupon! Come to complain, complain come, but you have to do is play better and petarnos to rival both crap!
- way to talk, host, that is the English Fury and the rest are queer!
And so the two friends of weapons got into the Ford Fiesta and, while admiring the one another how well they had treated the years, they released the vehicle and its hours, speed supine to the brown peaks of the night.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Famouse Anti Social People
TWO BOHEMIAN (LX) RUBEN
course, dammit. The Sabrino, the cat I had in my bachelor apartment and she died of feline leukemia.
- Damn, Sabrina. Wafers But what are you doing here?
- I have come to greet you as you deserve. Toma.
the Sabrina jumped up, disappeared into the cloudy area separating the tunnel White Sabrinas paradise and fell back with a pack of snuff between pezuñitas.
- Host, male. Thank you very much. What a joy to see and do everything. What happens is that I have no fire.
And darling to scratch, because Sabrino said
- Misifuz! Disappeared, and the lower limit, of which he returned with a lighter.
So I lit a cigarette. And you know how I felt? As a winner, as a figure like a mayor. So. So he should feel an elite athlete when sounded We are the champions.
- Damn, Sabrina. How good and how lovely all, and what joy to see you.
- What who expect?
- I do not know. For an angel to St. Peter, one of my dead ...
- What I'm not one of your dead, or what?
- All right, Sabrina. Forgive me, but that is all new ...
- I understand, Manolo. Quiet, I understand. At the end of the day, there where you come from animals do not speak. But let me tell you something, old friend, here it.
- No, if you see it, now. Joder, macho. Go bitch when your dead ...
- I know, man. And you did not have any animal again ... in the background, fills me with pride.
- Well, now I have a wife and child. But is not the same.
- And much. But that's because humans are more, rarer than a green dog.
- If I told you of putadas that led me here, Sabrina. Could you not believing them.
- Yes I created it, male, yes I believe them. And not only that I know them inside out.
- What do you think?
Sabrino's face changed completely: for he was smiling, began to show a straight face, more like a cat in the background. And a nimbus of discomfort covered my joy.
- not scare me, Sabrina. Y get me a question I have, which is starting to kill me. Tell me, what are the heavens? And guess so, because better than this ... so change question: am I dead? Well, yes, I see so, so i change: "I will go to Heaven, Sabrina? Please tell me yes. Intercede for your ex-love, porfa ...
Sabrino
waved very theatrical, like stopping. And he said, emphatically:
- Stop dismay! Brownish Stop! Not if it lasts a hundred years, Manolo, there is not!
- But do not you walk me through the branches and answer me.
- I'm sorry, Manolo. You have back to Earth.
I threw the cigarette. Suddenly, I began to know Ray.
- Damn, Sabrina. Go bitch. If you have not yet seen what is so good, but now ...
- Do not start with your lamentations, Manolo, and let me tell you. But first, I need you to understand something. Misifuz!
At that cry of war, freedom or God knows what happened to another little miracle: next to us in one of the walls of the tunnel, there appeared a screen as a computer but bigger. And she read: "Come and contravenires of good and bad luck."
- Misifuz! Said again Sabrino.
The display is changed to another, which had a very unusual pattern, with its squares, its things written within and arrows.
- What, surprised? He asked.
- Men, not so much now. Overall, it's a Power Point.
- but the screen changes to the cry of "Misifuz!"
- Yes, yes. Tell me, what's so important that you have to explain?
- For what you've read: the goings and contravenires of good and bad luck. In other words, the reasons for going so far ass.
- Man, that interests me and more.
- see, Manolo. First, you must be very clear about a concept: the fate does exist.
- Yeah, if I've already noticed.
- It's like flipping a coin: sometimes heads, and sometimes cross. Only sometimes there is what we call "inconvenient crowds in one way or the other."
- There already lost me, Sabrina.
- Gust. Sometimes, by chance (let me redundancy), and inevitably, take place very long series of good or bad luck. And sometimes, also by chance (permítemela again), these streaks are very long, almost boundless. That's what's happened to you now. You had a streak of bad very lucky lunk.
- And so Tocha, Sabrina. But I thought, is precisely why I had won the sky.
- I have two news for you, Manolo. Good and bad.
- First the bad.
- The bad news is that you've earned.
- Damn! I cried, you know, go bitch! What's good?
Sabrino jumped, landing on my shoulder, put his nose to my ear and got much the voice, with its snowy Bigotina rozándomela.
- Good, I've been looking at the computer where they come from the following moves.
- Do the following moves?
- Do not cry, that I did so estranjis! She whispered Chorra you have, do you have here ...
outlet - Thanks, Sabrina whispered. Thanks again.
- And that. To see how you tell it to understand. Here, luck, decided by a computer. And there is a gap between what we decide and what it takes to reach Earth. I mean, I already know how lucky you have during the next two months.
- Damn, Sabrina. And how is that lucky?
- I told you. This was the good news: you'll have a hell of luck.
Sabrino jumped again, this time back, and flipped backwards, falling where possible.
- Good, Sabrina.
- But you know nothing. Good or bad luck do nothing without the concert concerned. Come on, you can have bad luck and your actions make it good, or vice versa, that's what you're interested in you now.
- I mean, that despite all the shit ... I can
- That's not what you think. A bit of optimism, dammit!
- Optimism, Sabrina? Have you seen how I am?
- What? Mosque-is-How are you? Note: you have cornered the truffles, and that with the stars on you.
- What do you mean? I've done well?
- Well no: cojonudas. And all bad based host, proceed as a bastard, to be more psycho than he. That is the road.
- But then do not go to hell, right?
- What the hell. That's tall tales.
- and a cock, Sabrina. That before you come down to a cigarette lighter.
- No, man, no. That there is a store down here. Back to Earth, Manolo. Struggle. And recover them all, you know? Everything! Your wife, your son, your work. Give him his ass to the truffles, which often goes that bastard.
- Above cenutrio called me.
- Why? Why do not you catch the music Classical?
- that itself over the tag, because look at the reflection it occurred to me about the sonatas of Beethoven, that afternoon on the sofa I was referring to the day when Teresa and I cut.
- That was shit, Manolo. Allow me to say it. But that's not the issue. The bottom line is that this bastard now Truffles must be posing as you, with and Tere Manolín. Are you going to spoil? No! You have to win! You owe it to all their thirties with a wife and child in the world, and you owe it to you. For the petty bourgeoisie! In order! For the wimp that plague Valencia! To succeed, pussy Succeed!
- Okay. But first I wanted to ask one thing. No, well, two.
- to see where I leave ...
- First, let me know if he really was cool to Lupe.
- not granted. Sorry Manolo, I can not do those things. Think maybe even good for you, not knowing it.
- I mean, that was cool it.
- O yes or no. There you have it.
- Okay, okay, bastard, and I think by buying the Hills, with the wood that was hard ...
- And the cans, what? Only a week, on Sundays!
- was for your sake, Sabrina, through the gums.
- Gums ... go, do not get me and throw your second request.
- Vale. The second, if I can before I go up a moment and say goodbye to the Sabrinas.
- Upload a moment there. At best, I let you take another leap.
- Vale, Sabrina. A pleasure to see you, thank you very much.
- See you around here, when the palm. You'll see how well we had with all these singers Alps. Come on, hit the jump, that I turn to in that I have things to do. Goodbye, ex-master! Sabrino
was lost in the tunnel, which walked away and as a normal cat, wagging his tail and showing me the hole. I went to the other side of the tunnel to get a run, and ran a lot, I threw all my strength and climbed above the clouds, where all were already looking Sabrinas, topless, waving his arm in farewell:
- Goodbye, Manolo, goodbye! Your devotion touched us!
- Goodbye, girls, goodbye! "I shouted, waving both arms also Very good Erase / Rewind !
And I did not fall, because suddenly all made "plop" as when a bubble bursts, and was back there in my grave, dark and musty smell, kicking and screaming for someone to come get me out.
And then my grave will be opened and I knew he was no longer in paradise, purgatory, hell or the mother who gave birth to all three. Because it was too strong on me, in heaven, but not in the metaphysical, but of truth, dropping by parachute, three black, dressed in priest and machine guns.
In this, my cat Sabrino called him good luck.
Yes, I know: I had to have put cans every day. 
course, dammit. The Sabrino, the cat I had in my bachelor apartment and she died of feline leukemia.
- Damn, Sabrina. Wafers But what are you doing here?
- I have come to greet you as you deserve. Toma.
the Sabrina jumped up, disappeared into the cloudy area separating the tunnel White Sabrinas paradise and fell back with a pack of snuff between pezuñitas.
- Host, male. Thank you very much. What a joy to see and do everything. What happens is that I have no fire.
And darling to scratch, because Sabrino said
- Misifuz! Disappeared, and the lower limit, of which he returned with a lighter.
So I lit a cigarette. And you know how I felt? As a winner, as a figure like a mayor. So. So he should feel an elite athlete when sounded We are the champions.
- Damn, Sabrina. How good and how lovely all, and what joy to see you.
- What who expect?
- I do not know. For an angel to St. Peter, one of my dead ...
- What I'm not one of your dead, or what?
- All right, Sabrina. Forgive me, but that is all new ...
- I understand, Manolo. Quiet, I understand. At the end of the day, there where you come from animals do not speak. But let me tell you something, old friend, here it.
- No, if you see it, now. Joder, macho. Go bitch when your dead ...
- I know, man. And you did not have any animal again ... in the background, fills me with pride.
- Well, now I have a wife and child. But is not the same.
- And much. But that's because humans are more, rarer than a green dog.
- If I told you of putadas that led me here, Sabrina. Could you not believing them.
- Yes I created it, male, yes I believe them. And not only that I know them inside out.
- What do you think?
Sabrino's face changed completely: for he was smiling, began to show a straight face, more like a cat in the background. And a nimbus of discomfort covered my joy.
- not scare me, Sabrina. Y get me a question I have, which is starting to kill me. Tell me, what are the heavens? And guess so, because better than this ... so change question: am I dead? Well, yes, I see so, so i change: "I will go to Heaven, Sabrina? Please tell me yes. Intercede for your ex-love, porfa ...
Sabrino
waved very theatrical, like stopping. And he said, emphatically:
- Stop dismay! Brownish Stop! Not if it lasts a hundred years, Manolo, there is not!
- But do not you walk me through the branches and answer me.
- I'm sorry, Manolo. You have back to Earth.
I threw the cigarette. Suddenly, I began to know Ray.
- Damn, Sabrina. Go bitch. If you have not yet seen what is so good, but now ...
- Do not start with your lamentations, Manolo, and let me tell you. But first, I need you to understand something. Misifuz!
At that cry of war, freedom or God knows what happened to another little miracle: next to us in one of the walls of the tunnel, there appeared a screen as a computer but bigger. And she read: "Come and contravenires of good and bad luck."
- Misifuz! Said again Sabrino.
The display is changed to another, which had a very unusual pattern, with its squares, its things written within and arrows.
- What, surprised? He asked.
- Men, not so much now. Overall, it's a Power Point.
- but the screen changes to the cry of "Misifuz!"
- Yes, yes. Tell me, what's so important that you have to explain?
- For what you've read: the goings and contravenires of good and bad luck. In other words, the reasons for going so far ass.
- Man, that interests me and more.
- see, Manolo. First, you must be very clear about a concept: the fate does exist.
- Yeah, if I've already noticed.
- It's like flipping a coin: sometimes heads, and sometimes cross. Only sometimes there is what we call "inconvenient crowds in one way or the other."
- There already lost me, Sabrina.
- Gust. Sometimes, by chance (let me redundancy), and inevitably, take place very long series of good or bad luck. And sometimes, also by chance (permítemela again), these streaks are very long, almost boundless. That's what's happened to you now. You had a streak of bad very lucky lunk.
- And so Tocha, Sabrina. But I thought, is precisely why I had won the sky.
- I have two news for you, Manolo. Good and bad.
- First the bad.
- The bad news is that you've earned.
- Damn! I cried, you know, go bitch! What's good?
Sabrino jumped, landing on my shoulder, put his nose to my ear and got much the voice, with its snowy Bigotina rozándomela.
- Good, I've been looking at the computer where they come from the following moves.
- Do the following moves?
- Do not cry, that I did so estranjis! She whispered Chorra you have, do you have here ...
outlet - Thanks, Sabrina whispered. Thanks again.
- And that. To see how you tell it to understand. Here, luck, decided by a computer. And there is a gap between what we decide and what it takes to reach Earth. I mean, I already know how lucky you have during the next two months.
- Damn, Sabrina. And how is that lucky?
- I told you. This was the good news: you'll have a hell of luck.
Sabrino jumped again, this time back, and flipped backwards, falling where possible.
- Good, Sabrina.
- But you know nothing. Good or bad luck do nothing without the concert concerned. Come on, you can have bad luck and your actions make it good, or vice versa, that's what you're interested in you now.
- I mean, that despite all the shit ... I can
- That's not what you think. A bit of optimism, dammit!
- Optimism, Sabrina? Have you seen how I am?
- What? Mosque-is-How are you? Note: you have cornered the truffles, and that with the stars on you.
- What do you mean? I've done well?
- Well no: cojonudas. And all bad based host, proceed as a bastard, to be more psycho than he. That is the road.
- But then do not go to hell, right?
- What the hell. That's tall tales.
- and a cock, Sabrina. That before you come down to a cigarette lighter.
- No, man, no. That there is a store down here. Back to Earth, Manolo. Struggle. And recover them all, you know? Everything! Your wife, your son, your work. Give him his ass to the truffles, which often goes that bastard.
- Above cenutrio called me.
- Why? Why do not you catch the music Classical?
- that itself over the tag, because look at the reflection it occurred to me about the sonatas of Beethoven, that afternoon on the sofa I was referring to the day when Teresa and I cut.
- That was shit, Manolo. Allow me to say it. But that's not the issue. The bottom line is that this bastard now Truffles must be posing as you, with and Tere Manolín. Are you going to spoil? No! You have to win! You owe it to all their thirties with a wife and child in the world, and you owe it to you. For the petty bourgeoisie! In order! For the wimp that plague Valencia! To succeed, pussy Succeed!
- Okay. But first I wanted to ask one thing. No, well, two.
- to see where I leave ...
- First, let me know if he really was cool to Lupe.
- not granted. Sorry Manolo, I can not do those things. Think maybe even good for you, not knowing it.
- I mean, that was cool it.
- O yes or no. There you have it.
- Okay, okay, bastard, and I think by buying the Hills, with the wood that was hard ...
- And the cans, what? Only a week, on Sundays!
- was for your sake, Sabrina, through the gums.
- Gums ... go, do not get me and throw your second request.
- Vale. The second, if I can before I go up a moment and say goodbye to the Sabrinas.
- Upload a moment there. At best, I let you take another leap.
- Vale, Sabrina. A pleasure to see you, thank you very much.
- See you around here, when the palm. You'll see how well we had with all these singers Alps. Come on, hit the jump, that I turn to in that I have things to do. Goodbye, ex-master! Sabrino
was lost in the tunnel, which walked away and as a normal cat, wagging his tail and showing me the hole. I went to the other side of the tunnel to get a run, and ran a lot, I threw all my strength and climbed above the clouds, where all were already looking Sabrinas, topless, waving his arm in farewell:
- Goodbye, Manolo, goodbye! Your devotion touched us!
- Goodbye, girls, goodbye! "I shouted, waving both arms also Very good Erase / Rewind !
And I did not fall, because suddenly all made "plop" as when a bubble bursts, and was back there in my grave, dark and musty smell, kicking and screaming for someone to come get me out.
And then my grave will be opened and I knew he was no longer in paradise, purgatory, hell or the mother who gave birth to all three. Because it was too strong on me, in heaven, but not in the metaphysical, but of truth, dropping by parachute, three black, dressed in priest and machine guns.
In this, my cat Sabrino called him good luck.
Yes, I know: I had to have put cans every day.
Pancake Recipe With Baking Mix
(LX)
An hour later the situation inside the house and was completely hopeless. Totaly gone, Michael / Four / beagle dogs and Eve were forced to Anyway amassing all the furniture against the walls, and that the sole purpose of construction is not crumble over their heads, the blows were happening from all sides possible, and even had to let Christoph / Six counterphobic / Punki quench their thirst for blood when one of the assailants tried to sneak through the roof by removing two tables.
- Eva! I swear I can not anymore! I have to go find a chute as you!
- Are you kidding, Michael? These fanatics will tear you apart!
- For me sweat! That made me what I get out of the balls, I can not stand it!
- Look, bud, forget about going out there! As even try, I put you in the head a cantazo defeat you!
Meanwhile, on his couch (now attached to a side wall) Ralph / Three / Ruben Peacock and drank wine bottle as if it was not with them and I had a fart of horror.
- But is that look up to those two, Eva! There, as wide, as if nothing! Why not send out to Ralph and talk to them?
- Jodee "Ralph answered by the finger. By junkies.
- He has said again! He has said again!
- Michael, me cago in the host! Let these fools and help me hold the door!
Rubén those bullshit brought it loose. He just knew that sooner or later would come Zechariah, and that when that happened, they would find out all: those inside and those outside. 
An hour later the situation inside the house and was completely hopeless. Totaly gone, Michael / Four / beagle dogs and Eve were forced to Anyway amassing all the furniture against the walls, and that the sole purpose of construction is not crumble over their heads, the blows were happening from all sides possible, and even had to let Christoph / Six counterphobic / Punki quench their thirst for blood when one of the assailants tried to sneak through the roof by removing two tables.
- Eva! I swear I can not anymore! I have to go find a chute as you!
- Are you kidding, Michael? These fanatics will tear you apart!
- For me sweat! That made me what I get out of the balls, I can not stand it!
- Look, bud, forget about going out there! As even try, I put you in the head a cantazo defeat you!
Meanwhile, on his couch (now attached to a side wall) Ralph / Three / Ruben Peacock and drank wine bottle as if it was not with them and I had a fart of horror.
- But is that look up to those two, Eva! There, as wide, as if nothing! Why not send out to Ralph and talk to them?
- Jodee "Ralph answered by the finger. By junkies.
- He has said again! He has said again!
- Michael, me cago in the host! Let these fools and help me hold the door!
Rubén those bullshit brought it loose. He just knew that sooner or later would come Zechariah, and that when that happened, they would find out all: those inside and those outside.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Mount N Bladeкоды
Stealing Beauty
of my notebook during a concert by Aki Takase, "La Planète Quartet"
- Memories of the past. For decades it has robbed us the chance to hear this music. Europe, then, actually ended in the Pyrenees. Michel Portal, Willem Breuker, Von Schlippenbach ... we read their names in Jazz Magazine knowing that, perhaps, never listen.
- I hardly recognize Aki Takase Sigüenza after passing through a music-wild, barren-December. His music, which played at St. John the Evangelist on Saturday 5 of this month suggests a world-mechanical structures recognizable and unique beauty. For all ages.
- Louis Sclavis: one, a note ("Uma Nota Só). This, the "circular breathing" - have been doing for centuries oboítas inthe Mongolian Strep. Along with Sclavis, another old friend, Carlos Zingaro, from time Llorenç Barber organized the very memorable-and most remembered by those who were fortunate enough to attend the same-Festivals Sonora Free Expression at the Faculty of Philosophy of the Complutense B. Other times ...
- music by Aki Takase, "La Planète Quartet" is built around the rhythm (a fascinating rhythmic variety.) The result is simply stunning. The best concert of jazz "? - That one has seen in a long time. After something like Lionel Loueke's music sounds totally out of place. Absurd.
- tell me that they want to sell Johnny (see entry). They stole the music and we want to steal the soul. It is possible that the San Juan Evangelista is not the most beautiful building in the world but there are things that go beyond appearances. You just need to know-and want-see.
tonight (21:00 pm, 15 €)
Cecilia Krull Tarbaby Quintet + (Oliver Lake sax, Ambrose Akinmusire trumpet, Orrin Evans, piano; Eric Revis bass; Nasheet Waits drums).
Thursday, March 17, 2011
What Herbs To Replace Tarragon
TWO BOHEMIAN (LIX) RUBEN
And then the white light. At last.
Hell, of course, pussy. If it was an impatient, there, in another neighborhood, justice would also be saturated, as on Earth. What I had believed? What was better than the others, who had to be tackled first? No, I had to respond when touched, and the entire world.
- So, you know, Manolo, "he said. From now on, be good. Not one complaint. Like when Teresa decided what were going to do on holiday, as well.
And I could move. Could walk by the hallway light, the bottom of which had a shadow.
Ah, yes, dammit, if the fund were right. It was pleasant, it was nice, after that, who the hell would want to come back to life? Why not walk. Well, yes he was, but as if on the moon, jumping four or five meters. So I jumped, I jumped very, very high, and when I floated to the top side of the tunnel no gave me a bump on the head, No: what went through my head like a cloud, and do you know what I saw then? A meadow. Above the tunnel there was a meadow, not goat droppings, or Appreciation rangers hiking. No, dammit, there were only women!
- Eh! "I called them.
saw how they turned, but I had time to see them well. So as to descend and get back to the tunnel floor flexes her legs, giving me more momentum, and this time not only peeped his head, no, I did already to her waist, and those aunts were watching me, and had scandal tits and some ass to why, and legs like hams, and they were ...
Sabrina Salerno! The sky was full of Sabrina!
- What are you doing here? I asked.
But give me time to listen, went back down.
was incredible. It was heaven for Muslims, but even better. There was no virgin tropecientasmil but tropecientasmil Sabrinas! In thong panties, naked, with leather jacket ... in all its forms! So I picked up momentum again and went back up and take their place again at the waist in a white bikini Sabrina and half a nipple out like in the video Boys, he said
- What do we do ...? Wait.
I went back down. And I went to take off, and got back.
- Me? Do I expect to me? Again
down in the tunnel. Up again in the sabrinería.
- Yes, "she said. So you know, Currat the interview.
Down. Above.
- What interview? Again
below. Volume boost. But no, this time I fail, and a voice says to me
- Stealer there, man.
And then, before you look, added:
- Miau.
And then I look and him, and what I see is a cat but standing like a man, or better yet, to see if they overshoot the comparison, like a cartoon cat. And he says
- That still there for, dammit!
And watch your white coat. And examine his blue eyes. And scrutinize their ears, one black and one white. And I say:
- Turn around.
And I obeyed, and the spine has a brown spot, as if someone had dropped a Cubata above. And I say:
- Damn ... but if you are the Sabrino. My cat Sabrino! 
And then the white light. At last.
Hell, of course, pussy. If it was an impatient, there, in another neighborhood, justice would also be saturated, as on Earth. What I had believed? What was better than the others, who had to be tackled first? No, I had to respond when touched, and the entire world.
- So, you know, Manolo, "he said. From now on, be good. Not one complaint. Like when Teresa decided what were going to do on holiday, as well.
And I could move. Could walk by the hallway light, the bottom of which had a shadow.
Ah, yes, dammit, if the fund were right. It was pleasant, it was nice, after that, who the hell would want to come back to life? Why not walk. Well, yes he was, but as if on the moon, jumping four or five meters. So I jumped, I jumped very, very high, and when I floated to the top side of the tunnel no gave me a bump on the head, No: what went through my head like a cloud, and do you know what I saw then? A meadow. Above the tunnel there was a meadow, not goat droppings, or Appreciation rangers hiking. No, dammit, there were only women!
- Eh! "I called them.
saw how they turned, but I had time to see them well. So as to descend and get back to the tunnel floor flexes her legs, giving me more momentum, and this time not only peeped his head, no, I did already to her waist, and those aunts were watching me, and had scandal tits and some ass to why, and legs like hams, and they were ...
Sabrina Salerno! The sky was full of Sabrina!
- What are you doing here? I asked.
But give me time to listen, went back down.
was incredible. It was heaven for Muslims, but even better. There was no virgin tropecientasmil but tropecientasmil Sabrinas! In thong panties, naked, with leather jacket ... in all its forms! So I picked up momentum again and went back up and take their place again at the waist in a white bikini Sabrina and half a nipple out like in the video Boys, he said
- What do we do ...? Wait.
I went back down. And I went to take off, and got back.
- Me? Do I expect to me? Again
down in the tunnel. Up again in the sabrinería.
- Yes, "she said. So you know, Currat the interview.
Down. Above.
- What interview? Again
below. Volume boost. But no, this time I fail, and a voice says to me
- Stealer there, man.
And then, before you look, added:
- Miau.
And then I look and him, and what I see is a cat but standing like a man, or better yet, to see if they overshoot the comparison, like a cartoon cat. And he says
- That still there for, dammit!
And watch your white coat. And examine his blue eyes. And scrutinize their ears, one black and one white. And I say:
- Turn around.
And I obeyed, and the spine has a brown spot, as if someone had dropped a Cubata above. And I say:
- Damn ... but if you are the Sabrino. My cat Sabrino!
Doujinshi Dragonball Mokuji
(LIX)
A few hundred yards away Babar / Nine / Elephant and Olga drank Coca-Cola under a tree.
- Olga, I think the thing is getting lame ...
- Look, Babar, I understand that this is very hard. But you must understand that we have no choice. What do you want, which unearthed the pony, I go and prepare a chute to everyone? That is the story of the dog chasing its tail! They are now very excited and it's normal, but sooner or later grow weary, they will stay there and made a shit that is when we should intervene, when we must deploy all our love, love and understanding to help each and every one to leave black hole that has penetrated.
- Well, well ...
seen - And it seems a lie, shit! I would have believed it either, but Eva! A pretty girl, young, with pasta and studies!
- is very common lately, Olga. And more rock environments in which we move. The deification, the die young and make a beautiful corpse, fueled nihilism so popular in children's literature of the last two decades ...
- Yes, of course, and come, and put the horns on his girlfriend with the first passing , and throw away every day on the couch drinking and touching the balls, and hitches a whole people to nag, and kills his father, and suck your mother pussy ... What Takes!
- Come on, Olga, do not start ...
- No, Babar, I'm not starting. I'm nearing the end! Because I'll tell you one thing about everything to cure them of that bunch of assholes do not know what will you do, but I give the pyro and I assure you that the Enneagram, Reuben, Eve and the mother who bore them become history for me.
- But Aunt ...
- No, Babar, do you not understand? I have given to a person the best of me and I've been holding all sorts of atrocities, savages who are the opposite than you can imagine any of my principles. Now, without him, it no longer has any meaning. I need to start zero, because I start to get the impression that if I put it the background, and I will never touch ...
interrupted Babar pointing to the dugout.
- Look! They are knocking on the door with a trunk!
- Relax, Babar, already tired ... 
A few hundred yards away Babar / Nine / Elephant and Olga drank Coca-Cola under a tree.
- Olga, I think the thing is getting lame ...
- Look, Babar, I understand that this is very hard. But you must understand that we have no choice. What do you want, which unearthed the pony, I go and prepare a chute to everyone? That is the story of the dog chasing its tail! They are now very excited and it's normal, but sooner or later grow weary, they will stay there and made a shit that is when we should intervene, when we must deploy all our love, love and understanding to help each and every one to leave black hole that has penetrated.
- Well, well ...
seen - And it seems a lie, shit! I would have believed it either, but Eva! A pretty girl, young, with pasta and studies!
- is very common lately, Olga. And more rock environments in which we move. The deification, the die young and make a beautiful corpse, fueled nihilism so popular in children's literature of the last two decades ...
- Yes, of course, and come, and put the horns on his girlfriend with the first passing , and throw away every day on the couch drinking and touching the balls, and hitches a whole people to nag, and kills his father, and suck your mother pussy ... What Takes!
- Come on, Olga, do not start ...
- No, Babar, I'm not starting. I'm nearing the end! Because I'll tell you one thing about everything to cure them of that bunch of assholes do not know what will you do, but I give the pyro and I assure you that the Enneagram, Reuben, Eve and the mother who bore them become history for me.
- But Aunt ...
- No, Babar, do you not understand? I have given to a person the best of me and I've been holding all sorts of atrocities, savages who are the opposite than you can imagine any of my principles. Now, without him, it no longer has any meaning. I need to start zero, because I start to get the impression that if I put it the background, and I will never touch ...
interrupted Babar pointing to the dugout.
- Look! They are knocking on the door with a trunk!
- Relax, Babar, already tired ...
Can't Unscrew My Earrings
STOLEN BEAUTY ALL THAT I WANTED TO SAY ABOUT MICKY ...
photo: CG
I get scared of taxis,
'm afraid of old ladies like me
Martian
I like walking ...
("Megaton Ye-ye")
(*) But you know what you risk when you are invited to submit to someone like Micky
(**) Thanks are due to Lorenzo Alonso, "factotum" of the room, for the invitation. 
photo: CG All I wanted to say about Micky and Micky could not because I left (*)
One does not call every day to present at conference, I go to too conventional term to describe what we could live in space Bop on Thursday, 10 March-Micky, aka Miguel Angel Carreño Schmelter. One idea, the server presenting the legendary "Man of Goma" - crazy enough to seduce me completely and hopelessly (**) . And is that one is a rubber man frustrated. Since, as a boy, took me to see "Megaton Ye-Ye." Since then I want to be the Man of Goma in place of the Man of Goma.
One, then, humbly fell in love with anything in skirts and languid eyes that my children's parade by pupils on the big screen. The list of my girlfriends film is long and, viewed in the eyes of today, rather puzzling. Until it reached "Megaton Ye-Ye" year of grace 1965. That changed a thing. Then I got older.
To my surprise, I learned that I did not care that Mochi-the "proto" - ended up winning the girl, Micky-nor its counterpart, not to eat a donut. Bueno, María José Goyanes was not my type (sorry, María José) and Micky was definitely more fun. Beside him was a stunned Mochi with a bad taste in music. I wanted to be Micky, period.
Vi "Megaton Ye-ye" a million times, roughly, my "movie" favorite until it was "Boys in the girls" ("Children of Preu" was a bit sappy for my taste). And there I was with pals in the streets of Arguelles, my neighborhood, singing "I'm over", "No longer are you", "Sha-la" ... "! Go girls!". And girls, of course, did not come.
The thing that I was a brat subject to the limitations of my condition, curse, rather, of "little brother." The last to sit at the table and the first to be expelled from all the parties by my older sisters who organized as things got interesting. In retaliation, the gang of us rode our own MEGAPARTY with the few 45 rpm records. shelf that surreptitiously subtracted correspondingly varied repertoire that included the Beatles, Raphael, Tom Jones and Adamo, and rarer still that we were bringing girls to the deceived, a close, but we had to choose. "Aguantoformo." Not to mention his very poor taste, the girls, that neither my athletic exhibitions "Rubber Man" touched in the least. On one of these orgies, I ended up doing somersaults uploaded to the back of an armchair until the cabinet gave giving me the opportunity to test the fragility of my bones that definitely were not rubber. But not even found myself lying in the clinic where I was treated for multiple fractures and broken teeth a couple of my mind wavered, Micky My loyalty was beyond a small accident at home, though my reputation as a man of Goma was finished as myself: on the floor.
Over time, some remain of the nearly seventy rubber plugs, others have ended in jazz critic who was going to tell us. I am content to feed a sickly feeling of frustration and envy when I see the singer-contortionist Vespa hit the stage in a Madrid-time pre-Gallardón and hairy, as is the one used by Carrillo to enter the country surreptitiously ( in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_c_OtgN3og ). It's worth taking a look at the comments he has posted the staff, half of them in English, people surprised that there was Rock & Roll with Franco. Know them.
In the virtual space of the World Wide Web, Micky - "our" Micky "competing for the top spot on Google with the" other "Micky shrill voice and ears like satellite dishes, the Mickey cartoon, with advantage for the former. Between us: no color.
One, then, humbly fell in love with anything in skirts and languid eyes that my children's parade by pupils on the big screen. The list of my girlfriends film is long and, viewed in the eyes of today, rather puzzling. Until it reached "Megaton Ye-Ye" year of grace 1965. That changed a thing. Then I got older.
To my surprise, I learned that I did not care that Mochi-the "proto" - ended up winning the girl, Micky-nor its counterpart, not to eat a donut. Bueno, María José Goyanes was not my type (sorry, María José) and Micky was definitely more fun. Beside him was a stunned Mochi with a bad taste in music. I wanted to be Micky, period.
Vi "Megaton Ye-ye" a million times, roughly, my "movie" favorite until it was "Boys in the girls" ("Children of Preu" was a bit sappy for my taste). And there I was with pals in the streets of Arguelles, my neighborhood, singing "I'm over", "No longer are you", "Sha-la" ... "! Go girls!". And girls, of course, did not come.
The thing that I was a brat subject to the limitations of my condition, curse, rather, of "little brother." The last to sit at the table and the first to be expelled from all the parties by my older sisters who organized as things got interesting. In retaliation, the gang of us rode our own MEGAPARTY with the few 45 rpm records. shelf that surreptitiously subtracted correspondingly varied repertoire that included the Beatles, Raphael, Tom Jones and Adamo, and rarer still that we were bringing girls to the deceived, a close, but we had to choose. "Aguantoformo." Not to mention his very poor taste, the girls, that neither my athletic exhibitions "Rubber Man" touched in the least. On one of these orgies, I ended up doing somersaults uploaded to the back of an armchair until the cabinet gave giving me the opportunity to test the fragility of my bones that definitely were not rubber. But not even found myself lying in the clinic where I was treated for multiple fractures and broken teeth a couple of my mind wavered, Micky My loyalty was beyond a small accident at home, though my reputation as a man of Goma was finished as myself: on the floor.
Over time, some remain of the nearly seventy rubber plugs, others have ended in jazz critic who was going to tell us. I am content to feed a sickly feeling of frustration and envy when I see the singer-contortionist Vespa hit the stage in a Madrid-time pre-Gallardón and hairy, as is the one used by Carrillo to enter the country surreptitiously ( in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_c_OtgN3og ). It's worth taking a look at the comments he has posted the staff, half of them in English, people surprised that there was Rock & Roll with Franco. Know them.
In the virtual space of the World Wide Web, Micky - "our" Micky "competing for the top spot on Google with the" other "Micky shrill voice and ears like satellite dishes, the Mickey cartoon, with advantage for the former. Between us: no color.
I get scared of taxis,
'm afraid of old ladies like me
Martian
I like walking ...
("Megaton Ye-ye")
(*) But you know what you risk when you are invited to submit to someone like Micky
(**) Thanks are due to Lorenzo Alonso, "factotum" of the room, for the invitation.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
How Play Avp2 No Cd On Mac
NOSTRADÁLMATUS THE PROPHECY, THE PROPHET OF THE FAMOUS DOG. TODAY: ROSARIO FLORES. DOS
"The day that the failure Campanar millonésimoquinientosochentaycincomilcuatrocientosveinticocho win first prize in a row in the special category, and the child, the twentieth, will coincide with a moment of great embarrassment to the race of bipeds, and precisely because that will not another day that the skull of Rosario Flores, alias Rosariyo, you've already narrowed so much about their gray matter, thinking that, like a Doberman, the ravage of dementia, and Rosario Flores, alias Rosariyo, feeling stricken by dementia, which Doberman, is become completely crazy, like Dobermans, and attack the race of bipeds with foam at the mouth sticking out, like Doberman, and the streets are filled with guts, guts, intestines and other meats cholesterol, and that day Nostradálmatus say "Rat! Cat! Nostradámatus already knew. And people on Facebook that you like and tell people who say no. Nostradálmatus has barked " and call that day day in which Rosario Flores, Alias \u200b\u200bRosariyo, was succeeded as a Doberman and his skull Estrechose both dementia and Asolala That'll start to attack the race of bipeds filling the streets of guts, viscera, intestines, and Other Cholesterol viands. " That same day, not another race of bipeds appoint a representative to go home and type of master Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho, so ask the most intelligent being on planet Earth and thus Earth La Piel Del Toro, who is Nostradálmatus, what must be done to confront Rosario Flores, alias Rosariyo, now that hase become, for practical purposes in an evil Doberman, and thereby save the race of bipeds, and sufficiently reduced, and that representative will be named Don José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez and rings the bell of love and type of Nostradálmatus, El Perro Prophet, who will answer such that well:
- Yes?
- Hello. I don José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez. "I can upload?
- I'm studying. Yes
And the master and type of Nostradálmatus Sancho Alejandro Martí open the door to the representative of the race of bipedal, Jose Emilio Rodriguez Menendez, who will ascend the elevator, and then opens the door above and the representative of the race of bipedal, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, enter the master's house and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho, and say:
- Hello. Rosario Flores is gone mad and is exterminating the human race. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now is gnawing on a ham bone and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez wait a zillion days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has happened a zillion days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now is taking a nap and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now is playing with a ball and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, Jose Emilio Rodriguez Menendez, wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now I'm going to take a stroll and sniff Nord and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Would you care to accompany them?
- Yes
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now I've done a charm and is wagging his tail and making me holidays and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut and then passage through the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait. But let me tell you I'm tired.
- Vale.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now I'm scratching my belly and when I am doing this dare not let anyone disturb me ... lest
And the master and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho, you can not finish his sentence because Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet, but it does not seem short of genius is, in fact be lifted a basilisk and cry
- Rat! Cat! You have dared to disturb the master and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho, while Nostradálmatus belly scratched the dog prophet! Do you know what the penalty that awaits you for it?
And then the representative of the race of bipedal, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, howl on his knees and crying
- introducírmelas rip the guts and the flower of Ohio?
And Nostradámatus, circumspect, cry,
- Rat! Cat! You crushed! No! The penalty is licking his face and rub on your leg, and give many breaks wagging his tail with joy! And
Nostradálmatus to make such great joy of José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, and master and type of Nostradálmatus Sancho Alejandro Martí, who is sarcastic mood, laugh, and the representative of the race of bipedal Don José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez it is more mocking than the master and type of Alejandro Martí Nostradámatus Sancho and Nostradámatus hundred thousand times more and laugh together Nostradámatus not laugh because dogs do not laugh but wag his tail, and very powerful ear Rosariyo Rosario Flores alias, which will thus have become very powerful for practical purposes in Doberman capture everything this joy and wag its tail too, and stir it will cause a tsunami that wiped out all the Earth's surface and that day will call Nostradálmatus The Day Rosario Flores Alias \u200b\u200bRosariyo shook both the tail It caused a tsunami that swept entire surface of the earth, and then be thrown a fart Nostradálmatus but the dog, that are more treacherous and smell worse.
And people on Facebook that you like and tell people who say no.
Nostradálmatus has barked. " Dark
- Yes?
- Hello. I don José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez. "I can upload?
- I'm studying. Yes
And the master and type of Nostradálmatus Sancho Alejandro Martí open the door to the representative of the race of bipedal, Jose Emilio Rodriguez Menendez, who will ascend the elevator, and then opens the door above and the representative of the race of bipedal, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, enter the master's house and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho, and say:
- Hello. Rosario Flores is gone mad and is exterminating the human race. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now is gnawing on a ham bone and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez wait a zillion days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has happened a zillion days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now is taking a nap and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now is playing with a ball and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, Jose Emilio Rodriguez Menendez, wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now I'm going to take a stroll and sniff Nord and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut, and into the flower of Ohio.
- Would you care to accompany them?
- Yes
- Okay. Wait.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now I've done a charm and is wagging his tail and making me holidays and when doing so allows no one dares disturb failing to wrest the gut and then passage through the flower of Ohio.
- Okay. Wait. But let me tell you I'm tired.
- Vale.
And the representative of the race of bipeds, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, wait another trillion of days and nights, and then go to the master suite and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho and say,
- Sorry to bother you while you study. But it has spent another trillion of days and nights. May I speak with Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet?
- is that right now I'm scratching my belly and when I am doing this dare not let anyone disturb me ... lest
And the master and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho, you can not finish his sentence because Nostradálmatus, the dog prophet, but it does not seem short of genius is, in fact be lifted a basilisk and cry
- Rat! Cat! You have dared to disturb the master and type of Nostradálmatus, Alejandro Martí Sancho, while Nostradálmatus belly scratched the dog prophet! Do you know what the penalty that awaits you for it?
And then the representative of the race of bipedal, José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, howl on his knees and crying
- introducírmelas rip the guts and the flower of Ohio?
And Nostradámatus, circumspect, cry,
- Rat! Cat! You crushed! No! The penalty is licking his face and rub on your leg, and give many breaks wagging his tail with joy! And
Nostradálmatus to make such great joy of José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez, and master and type of Nostradálmatus Sancho Alejandro Martí, who is sarcastic mood, laugh, and the representative of the race of bipedal Don José Emilio Rodríguez Menéndez it is more mocking than the master and type of Alejandro Martí Nostradámatus Sancho and Nostradámatus hundred thousand times more and laugh together Nostradámatus not laugh because dogs do not laugh but wag his tail, and very powerful ear Rosariyo Rosario Flores alias, which will thus have become very powerful for practical purposes in Doberman capture everything this joy and wag its tail too, and stir it will cause a tsunami that wiped out all the Earth's surface and that day will call Nostradálmatus The Day Rosario Flores Alias \u200b\u200bRosariyo shook both the tail It caused a tsunami that swept entire surface of the earth, and then be thrown a fart Nostradálmatus but the dog, that are more treacherous and smell worse.
And people on Facebook that you like and tell people who say no.
Nostradálmatus has barked. " Dark
Where Can You Buy Island Oasis
BOHEMIAN (LVIII)
. Breathe. It hurts the entire body.
You also would think you were in a coffin, right?
Well, I do not: I do.
So what was it: Before he was alive and now dead. No white light, no official reception, no speedy trial, no nothing.
"I felt bad, and I felt good? No matter: he was dead, and all I could think of was that I had a desire smoking unbearable.
- These ceporros, I told myself ... with the anger that you have the truffle-no, I had no doubt: I had taken for him, certainly have not cared nor embalsabarme. Not by putting on a suit-and this fact was confirmed by the tissue that I touched the skin, which was obviously my tracksuit. So with a little luck, I still carry the snuff in your pocket.
tried searching but could not move my arms. Of course, pussy. How could I move? He was dead, dammit.
Still, I felt a tingle running through his hands. And I tried, and yes, was moving his fingers. He was touching my pants above. And no, it was the bulk of snuff.
- Hey, I said then. Not so fast. The same thing had been buried with your mobile phone. Call these bastards. Do not try to tell the truth, because in any case not going to believe, wearing the red cloak, what do you want? - But maybe with a little luck, you buy snuff and I'll bring. Or leave the foot of your grave. Do not say that they like it cold cuts? Maybe one of those weird laws that govern the other dimension, it is as if you had left inside. Would not it fucking great? An eternity to snuff. Today, I ask only that: an eternity with snuff.
Suddenly, nothing was as hard as it looked. I moved my hands, I looked. But no, the mobile phone was not.
Come on, I had already gone to another neighborhood, and not a sad package of Fortuna. Even with a blond Ducados, I would be happy.
So I began to mourn. They say that with the transition to the afterlife, at least, is just the putadas ... and a cock! For me, it was every bit as disgusting as ever. Does my pain was gone? Did the tears were gone? Perhaps-and this was the worst, I had taken Whores urge to smoke?
In one of those strange associations of ideas we sometimes happen to the unfortunate, the fever, dice back by fate, because yes, could be associated ideas as you can guess I really was not dead but alive and kicking, but not kicking, it occurred to me to the best-or worst, properly speaking, the god who sent in this world, that of the dead, was Mercedes Mila. I was returning the cheese! You wanted smoking, child? Well now you fuck! You'll have mono until after five!
And that it does not. Because in all my transformations, in all my suffering, all those minutes spent in the room of my parents' house, in front of the poster Sabrina Salerno, no wife, no children, no job, no identity, at least I never missed one thing: the snuff.
Or could be, I thought, sinking more, even more, which is that now I was in hell and hell was this: stay alive but no cigarettes, no voice, can move only his hands.
and pissing on it. And cagándome above, which was what would happen when I came the desire. And no one to protest, something unthinkable for a Valencian.
But then, in abject poverty, a ray of light. A glimmer of hope. The beast of meat that stretches for the last time I tried ...
touch my jam. But no, not that he would enjoy. So I decided to sleep, it seemed that the deli yes they are allowed. 
You also would think you were in a coffin, right?
Well, I do not: I do.
So what was it: Before he was alive and now dead. No white light, no official reception, no speedy trial, no nothing.
"I felt bad, and I felt good? No matter: he was dead, and all I could think of was that I had a desire smoking unbearable.
- These ceporros, I told myself ... with the anger that you have the truffle-no, I had no doubt: I had taken for him, certainly have not cared nor embalsabarme. Not by putting on a suit-and this fact was confirmed by the tissue that I touched the skin, which was obviously my tracksuit. So with a little luck, I still carry the snuff in your pocket.
tried searching but could not move my arms. Of course, pussy. How could I move? He was dead, dammit.
Still, I felt a tingle running through his hands. And I tried, and yes, was moving his fingers. He was touching my pants above. And no, it was the bulk of snuff.
- Hey, I said then. Not so fast. The same thing had been buried with your mobile phone. Call these bastards. Do not try to tell the truth, because in any case not going to believe, wearing the red cloak, what do you want? - But maybe with a little luck, you buy snuff and I'll bring. Or leave the foot of your grave. Do not say that they like it cold cuts? Maybe one of those weird laws that govern the other dimension, it is as if you had left inside. Would not it fucking great? An eternity to snuff. Today, I ask only that: an eternity with snuff.
Suddenly, nothing was as hard as it looked. I moved my hands, I looked. But no, the mobile phone was not.
Come on, I had already gone to another neighborhood, and not a sad package of Fortuna. Even with a blond Ducados, I would be happy.
So I began to mourn. They say that with the transition to the afterlife, at least, is just the putadas ... and a cock! For me, it was every bit as disgusting as ever. Does my pain was gone? Did the tears were gone? Perhaps-and this was the worst, I had taken Whores urge to smoke?
In one of those strange associations of ideas we sometimes happen to the unfortunate, the fever, dice back by fate, because yes, could be associated ideas as you can guess I really was not dead but alive and kicking, but not kicking, it occurred to me to the best-or worst, properly speaking, the god who sent in this world, that of the dead, was Mercedes Mila. I was returning the cheese! You wanted smoking, child? Well now you fuck! You'll have mono until after five!
And that it does not. Because in all my transformations, in all my suffering, all those minutes spent in the room of my parents' house, in front of the poster Sabrina Salerno, no wife, no children, no job, no identity, at least I never missed one thing: the snuff.
Or could be, I thought, sinking more, even more, which is that now I was in hell and hell was this: stay alive but no cigarettes, no voice, can move only his hands.
and pissing on it. And cagándome above, which was what would happen when I came the desire. And no one to protest, something unthinkable for a Valencian.
But then, in abject poverty, a ray of light. A glimmer of hope. The beast of meat that stretches for the last time I tried ...
touch my jam. But no, not that he would enjoy. So I decided to sleep, it seemed that the deli yes they are allowed.
Pokemon Fire Red Development
RUBÉN (LVIII)
After a long and maddening siege ten minutes inside the house, closed and bolted, had become a cauldron of nerves suffocating dying.
Michael / Four / beagle dogs and Eve, with hysteria tearing their bodies from within and arguing for destroying your skin, sweating, trembling, vomiting and cursing while trying to avoid by all possible means, that the hordes junkies cast door or the windows down.
- Leave them to me! Leave them to me! "Shouted Christoph / Six counterphobic / Punki.
And the same determination they used to keep out his hungry assailants, multiplication habiánlo much to keep inside to Christoph.
- Are you crazy, Christoph? If you go there they will kill you!
- The day has arrived! They have come!
- What the fuck you say, asshole?
Meanwhile, Ralph / Three / Peacock and Ruben were sitting on the couch. The first, oblivious as ever to what was happening, drinking jug wine and the occasional sticking of eggs rascón to show their superiority to those problems abstraimiento mundane.
- Hell, by junkies "he told them every two or three minutes.
- Why junkies? Why junkies? Damn drunk bastard son of a bitch! As you say that again lashed between Eva and me and throw you out with these animals!
Ralph's final word was never such, but a belch. Beside
Reuben, worried, not just decide to start drinking, as he did every day at that hour. "Where would walk Olga? Would it be safe from whatever it was happening out there? A while before had come to a wall and managed to see something through the crack that was between two tables: ordinary people (and judging by the amount, also the neighboring villages), with clear signs of a more prolonged exposure to the dreaded flu virus that lethal, shouting: "We want to brown powder! We want to brown powder! "We
, crazy.
Although the people knew no more than Olegario, that it seemed that there was Ruben went to the door with the intention to go out and parley with them a bit. Get well by flu! I would teach him! But the brunette, in a rage, he put a pair of hosts and dragged him back to the couch.
- You, infidel dog fucker! That we need, now put you kick ass! Sentadito there and keep quiet!
Well go and give them the ass. He still spent little, for getting where they called him. 
After a long and maddening siege ten minutes inside the house, closed and bolted, had become a cauldron of nerves suffocating dying.
Michael / Four / beagle dogs and Eve, with hysteria tearing their bodies from within and arguing for destroying your skin, sweating, trembling, vomiting and cursing while trying to avoid by all possible means, that the hordes junkies cast door or the windows down.
- Leave them to me! Leave them to me! "Shouted Christoph / Six counterphobic / Punki.
And the same determination they used to keep out his hungry assailants, multiplication habiánlo much to keep inside to Christoph.
- Are you crazy, Christoph? If you go there they will kill you!
- The day has arrived! They have come!
- What the fuck you say, asshole?
Meanwhile, Ralph / Three / Peacock and Ruben were sitting on the couch. The first, oblivious as ever to what was happening, drinking jug wine and the occasional sticking of eggs rascón to show their superiority to those problems abstraimiento mundane.
- Hell, by junkies "he told them every two or three minutes.
- Why junkies? Why junkies? Damn drunk bastard son of a bitch! As you say that again lashed between Eva and me and throw you out with these animals!
Ralph's final word was never such, but a belch. Beside
Reuben, worried, not just decide to start drinking, as he did every day at that hour. "Where would walk Olga? Would it be safe from whatever it was happening out there? A while before had come to a wall and managed to see something through the crack that was between two tables: ordinary people (and judging by the amount, also the neighboring villages), with clear signs of a more prolonged exposure to the dreaded flu virus that lethal, shouting: "We want to brown powder! We want to brown powder! "We
, crazy.
Although the people knew no more than Olegario, that it seemed that there was Ruben went to the door with the intention to go out and parley with them a bit. Get well by flu! I would teach him! But the brunette, in a rage, he put a pair of hosts and dragged him back to the couch.
- You, infidel dog fucker! That we need, now put you kick ass! Sentadito there and keep quiet!
Well go and give them the ass. He still spent little, for getting where they called him.
Lots Of Ewcm After Ovulation
CHANCE, CHAOS AND
The theory of dissipative structures, also known as chaos theory, whose main representative to the Belgian chemist Ilya Prigogine, and suggests that the world does not strictly follow the clock model, predictable and determined, but it has chaotic aspects. The observer is not who creates instability or unpredictability with their ignorance: they exist in themselves, and typical climate.
Paul Cazau, Antroposmoderno
The harshness of nature shook the foundations of Japan's polite society to act against an earthquake. Nobody could foresee that for two minutes the earth would move with an intensity of 8.9 magnitude.
El Universal, Saturday March 12, 2011. 12:00 AM
zip around town on my bike. It is night, it's cold, too, for the time of year, it rains. Just I pass other vehicles. For some days I fly over the melody of Charles Trenet, "That reste-t-il of us amours?" I associate the moments of solitude and melancholy. For some reason, I like sad songs and melancholy. My favorite lately is "For all we know" (José James - Jef Neve, Keith Jarrett - Charlie Haden, but my favorite is still the version with Bluesiana Triangle Art Blakey). I like to feel sad, but I have no reason to do so.
Azar (of the RA. Hisp. * Azzahr, and east of Ar. Zahr, dado1 literally 'flowers').
1. m. Chance, fortuitous.
Dictionary of the English Language - Twenty-second edition
Martes 15 . Lo primero que oigo de Eva Cortés & Pepe Rivero Trío a mi llegada a Clamores Jazz: “Que reste-t-il de nos amours?" (incluida en su anterior disco, “El mar de mi vida”). ¿Coincidencia?.
Miércoles 16 . Acudo a la residencia del embajador de la República francesa para asistir a la presentación en sociedad del nuevo disco de Javier Elorrieta, “Boheme. El amor perdido”, un repaso a los éxitos de la “Chanson” en clave de jazz (con Domingo Sánchez, piano; Marcelo Peralta, saxos; Larry Martin, batería, y Richie Ferrer, contrabajo). Un repaso apresurado a los créditos leads me - inevitably? - to "That reste-t-il of us amours?" which opens the disc.
long ago I do not believe in coincidences.
Dedicated to Cristina, 36 years later . 
The theory of dissipative structures, also known as chaos theory, whose main representative to the Belgian chemist Ilya Prigogine, and suggests that the world does not strictly follow the clock model, predictable and determined, but it has chaotic aspects. The observer is not who creates instability or unpredictability with their ignorance: they exist in themselves, and typical climate.
Paul Cazau, Antroposmoderno
The harshness of nature shook the foundations of Japan's polite society to act against an earthquake. Nobody could foresee that for two minutes the earth would move with an intensity of 8.9 magnitude.
El Universal, Saturday March 12, 2011. 12:00 AM
zip around town on my bike. It is night, it's cold, too, for the time of year, it rains. Just I pass other vehicles. For some days I fly over the melody of Charles Trenet, "That reste-t-il of us amours?" I associate the moments of solitude and melancholy. For some reason, I like sad songs and melancholy. My favorite lately is "For all we know" (José James - Jef Neve, Keith Jarrett - Charlie Haden, but my favorite is still the version with Bluesiana Triangle Art Blakey). I like to feel sad, but I have no reason to do so.
Azar (of the RA. Hisp. * Azzahr, and east of Ar. Zahr, dado1 literally 'flowers').
1. m. Chance, fortuitous.
Dictionary of the English Language - Twenty-second edition
Martes 15 . Lo primero que oigo de Eva Cortés & Pepe Rivero Trío a mi llegada a Clamores Jazz: “Que reste-t-il de nos amours?" (incluida en su anterior disco, “El mar de mi vida”). ¿Coincidencia?.
Miércoles 16 . Acudo a la residencia del embajador de la República francesa para asistir a la presentación en sociedad del nuevo disco de Javier Elorrieta, “Boheme. El amor perdido”, un repaso a los éxitos de la “Chanson” en clave de jazz (con Domingo Sánchez, piano; Marcelo Peralta, saxos; Larry Martin, batería, y Richie Ferrer, contrabajo). Un repaso apresurado a los créditos leads me - inevitably? - to "That reste-t-il of us amours?" which opens the disc.
long ago I do not believe in coincidences.
Dedicated to Cristina, 36 years later .
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Ikusa Otome Suvia Subtitles Streaming
Charles Trenet Sidsel Endresen: THE COOL WINE DIVA
Today in Country
Chema García Martínez:
Today in Country
Chema García Martínez:
Sidsel Endresen
A new muse Nordic jazz
A new muse Nordic jazz
Monday, March 14, 2011
Frozen Yogurt Roseville
COLD GRIP 2004 [VOSE]
Country:
Year: 2004
Duration: 01h: 18m: 42s
Producer: Javier Barbera
Writer: Javier Barbera
Director: Javier Barbera
Starring: Juan Sola, Anna Lluch, Alejandro Cardenas, Sara Raya ...
Translated and subtitled by: Eddie Lamorgue
Password: visit the chat
Agreeing inside a taxi, a couple of strangers embark on a relationship but what this collision was accidental? Is there something beyond a simple and fleeting affair?
If you heard of this movie (which was the debut Javier Barberá ), surely you have read / seen that it is the worst in film history. Okay, so I sat down with that idea, willing to see a mess and almost forced resignation. What is my surprise as I liked the idea started about a woman (with an accurate shot slow ) taking photographs of the men who come alone to the airport to meet his secret plans, presumably for revenge. Well, I went prepared, after a very promising start to wait for the tedium of talking the negative reviews I read about it, and return a surprise, since there till the end I think one of the most entertaining film full of tension. The gore is missing ( not seek to "grip Cold " liters of blood because there are not ) he makes very Barbera ( and achieved ) suspense and dialogues that may seem ridiculous but to me captivated by his normal, without having a script trabajadísimo but you engage in a comprehensive history of reality without artifice. The worst of the film is the irritating blonde actress (Sara Raya ) going camping with her boyfriend, certainly comes to scare his poor performance. Not that the four remaining players the edge, but within its limitations do make a better job. I'm thinking if I'm a weirdo or what, because if the public believes that "Cold grip" is a horrible movie and commercial waste that make little guy like James Cameron is raised to the altars of glory film (after Avatar (2009) ) swear to not waste even a second more in this sassy ) I think something is wrong. Until I read that the movie would be improved if the torture scene lasts for more ... What people talk about? "You can only see a modern horror movie if your only intention is to overcome Hostel (2006) levels of graphic torture? We are facing an independent film, shot with very little money and no be no big deal, okay, but if this product quality is measured by the blood that contains the film, it does not block me. "Cold grip " begins as a lively thriller ( with some connection to the modern giallo ) to end in an unfortunate (for the players ) characters that match ends like a decent horror film their topics but with a strange charm thanks to a daily achieved. No meeting no reason to say bad things about film, certainly seems to me advisable, though of course, for that you have a comment section on the blog which I will be looking forward to see if I'm the only person on the planet I liked "Cold grip."
--------------------- [For Miguelteis]
Country:
Year: 2004
Duration: 01h: 18m: 42s
Producer: Javier Barbera
Writer: Javier Barbera
Director: Javier Barbera
Starring: Juan Sola, Anna Lluch, Alejandro Cardenas, Sara Raya ...
Translated and subtitled by: Eddie Lamorgue
Password: visit the chat
Agreeing inside a taxi, a couple of strangers embark on a relationship but what this collision was accidental? Is there something beyond a simple and fleeting affair?
If you heard of this movie (which was the debut Javier Barberá ), surely you have read / seen that it is the worst in film history. Okay, so I sat down with that idea, willing to see a mess and almost forced resignation. What is my surprise as I liked the idea started about a woman (with an accurate shot slow ) taking photographs of the men who come alone to the airport to meet his secret plans, presumably for revenge. Well, I went prepared, after a very promising start to wait for the tedium of talking the negative reviews I read about it, and return a surprise, since there till the end I think one of the most entertaining film full of tension. The gore is missing ( not seek to "grip Cold " liters of blood because there are not ) he makes very Barbera ( and achieved ) suspense and dialogues that may seem ridiculous but to me captivated by his normal, without having a script trabajadísimo but you engage in a comprehensive history of reality without artifice. The worst of the film is the irritating blonde actress (Sara Raya ) going camping with her boyfriend, certainly comes to scare his poor performance. Not that the four remaining players the edge, but within its limitations do make a better job. I'm thinking if I'm a weirdo or what, because if the public believes that "Cold grip" is a horrible movie and commercial waste that make little guy like James Cameron is raised to the altars of glory film (after Avatar (2009) ) swear to not waste even a second more in this sassy ) I think something is wrong. Until I read that the movie would be improved if the torture scene lasts for more ... What people talk about? "You can only see a modern horror movie if your only intention is to overcome Hostel (2006) levels of graphic torture? We are facing an independent film, shot with very little money and no be no big deal, okay, but if this product quality is measured by the blood that contains the film, it does not block me. "Cold grip " begins as a lively thriller ( with some connection to the modern giallo ) to end in an unfortunate (for the players ) characters that match ends like a decent horror film their topics but with a strange charm thanks to a daily achieved. No meeting no reason to say bad things about film, certainly seems to me advisable, though of course, for that you have a comment section on the blog which I will be looking forward to see if I'm the only person on the planet I liked "Cold grip."
--------------------- [For Miguelteis]
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