Thursday, February 17, 2011

Dune Buggy Go Cart Frames

Cee Lo Green - Forget you? nah FUCK YOU! (4 / 147)


And yes, I'm back, so alive as I can and want to revive and reinvent this space.

What made me write back to this spot so forgotten?

There is only one answer: the Grammy's. And no, I will give the role of "Lady Antebellum" (if a good band, good song, but not for here)

This space is more correct for those who prefer to get in the face of adversity, see in the eye and say: FUCK YOU!

Thankfully, Cee Lo Green did us the favor of putting all these experiences, "fateful" (come on, love will not die one, but oh how it hurts!) Took a blender, add one quarter of comedy and a large letter and gave us Fuck You, Wonder song.

Enjoy!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

How To Write A Friendship Note

Believe It's time!

A picture is worth a thousand words

is no time to mourn, it is time to believe!
God if I do not think so ... And as I believe, the will ... He will do great things!

is time to trust ... To believe ... Declare and confirm ... Giving Thanks ...

As a song says Nancy Amancio, do not trust ...

    Trusting Christ is to believe what you do not see    
    with God and he will not ever fail    
    is time learn to trust, just listen, I'll show    
    This is trusting, keep walking when you do not give more    
    Follow looking at is what is not    
    continue singing your pain and mourn    
    This is trust in the storm confess that there is peace    
    Towards the vacuum without fear of jumping    
    Just because you send   The  
    This is trust    
    
  Dionisita ... Remember, you should not be haggard ...  
  For what it is!  
   Fe!   
    Dion    2'2'2011   

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Post Period Shoulder Cramps

Cowardice, Yo.


Night cold, aloof, with a lap in hand reading and willing to take what weighs on my heart ...
I have thousands of questions, which I dare not to ask you ... That coward, afraid to those answers, full of cynicism. I think what I fear is a reality that says END, I do not read it.

Sitting on my bed, but I do not think I'll do ... My soul cries out stronger than my mind, but I'm neutral, not to do, because my heart says one thing, reason tells me over and my mind tells me otherwise ... That Confucianism oh! God. Help me.

will my waiting time? What happens, when ready if you no longer have time to myself. What if you never decide. You get used to that reality, comfort? You really want to wait? It will be worth my wait or look for another route? Love me or I'm just a deluded fantasy? ... And others do not leave me, I have fear. Although afraid, I will be brave enough to take another route, if you choose!

I abused, I have set in some future plans without knowing if you want be there. I see you at some point in your story? I prefer to stay away? Sacrifice something for me? Give me answers, and I know if I retreat, quiet peace, not hatred ... It is time to know whether love or forget, it's time to reaffirm my wait or cancel my debts ...

'(01/02/2011 Dion!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Parotitis And Wrestling

Without words, I leave it. I share it!


While wanting to look your smile dug between your photos, looking for something that is far di me that you love each other, that those kisses that are so desperately another, that smile that I so cherish is of another, for another lies just above your smile to give you so many beautiful things, those passions and caresses both dreamed I give you ... ... ....

Pictured I could see she loves you with such passion and tenderness that I could ever imagine and your picture so I had to look in their eyes I see the purity of her soul , is a beautiful woman of which are life, imagine how you're here looking full of passion, kisses you with love, caress your body with the thirst that women can cherish ....


I just love is resign because you are a sin!
Your heart and mine secretly know we call our bodies, our souls touch the door for this forbidden love is simply because your heart was already occupied when I approach my love to him ... ..

I can only write what I dare not to disclose this is the only way I find to try to sort my feelings I curse the day I met her and another woman were reached door late at heart, seeing that you are from another my heart is torn, I can not stop loving you, I can not help it, it's crazy, but there are things I can not simply explain ...

Albania by Camacho, composition tremendous friend.


That left me speechless! Uffffffffff ...