Monday, April 9, 2007

Jizz On My Gf Freeones



Violently, body Heimann's succumbed to the strong attack, beyond the brutal blow to her back as he fell, he felt in the chest and skull all its organs appeared to be victims of the unbearable gravity of the planet, pack up almost gutted. Under the double flash of the sharp air, and articulate a muffled groan. Vega, recovering from the rough turn, felt his side and saw that the opening was not large, and began to close quickly. Immediately, but in a totally futile gesture given the apparent immobility of the other, kicked the gun still warm out of reach and looked at the man lying, flat on the ground grizzly the hill.

- not going a. .. can not stop ... we need - to be athletic Heimann noted that stood beside him, and had difficulty recognizing the enthusiastic member of the global settlement mission, lost for a year. Her skin was murky and volatile factions, his body like a sheet ... The change that took place in he was dizzy. Being bent, was no longer any trace of the shot in his side. An indefinable feeling of disgust came over Heimann, to experience the contrast of his weary quiet with the ease of the other. Vega's voice came over him, deep, almost guttural.

- is true, re-send scouts, rescue scenarios, with the dual intention of taking us "home" and take over the world. Humans have always been obstinate - Vega deliberately excluded: her mind had also mutated - but soon we will be better prepared to repel any attempt at colonization.

- No ... we can give up, you know ... dying Earth, the Sun swallows it little by little ... no longer resist the domes, melted beyond repair ... this is the planet indicated, understand it ... Remember it!

- There is nothing to understand your needs and not ours ... the human species is weak by nature, surviving only makes his hunger, his inordinate desire to establish itself as the sole, unquestionable, having done absolutely no merit to it. You were unable to join his world, made one and benefit from this natural symbiosis, and now that they can not do anything to save his best option is to leave, leaving behind the dumpster in which they turned their planet and find another where they can eat their fill, culearse their wives and continue stuck in their miserable seat evolutionary ... just enough to remember the arrogance of assuming that all life forms on other worlds due human elements, like having arms or legs, or rely on air with traces of oxygen to be ... shit! Do not look beyond their own narcissism ...!

- However you have arms, legs ... guess humanity is still in your features ...

Vega watched his hands, which continued inexorably lengthening, becoming filamentous, and noticed that his palms were no longer lines: any destination groove was gone from them. He straightened up and looked toward the sky, enjoying the splendor of the double star system broke into the atmosphere.

- Just for now ... soon terminate our merger process, and be part of this environment, totally karyxanos, and we have finally abandoned this pathetic humanoid settings ... No, we definitely can not let a horde of parasites agnostics takes ownership of this vast source of power, of this world which welcomes its creatures and provides all conscience and morphology, to make them part and parcel of himself ...

- But you are not one of his creatures, Vega, you are a human! All of you are, Dr. Krauss, Bowell, if your dementia has not killed.

- all make the same decision, we understood and we merge with the planet, and He accepted without question. Now, every minute we feel the power flowing through our body, transformed into free beings, deprived of all bodily limits ... but you could not understand, no human can, would have to be reborn, as we did, and that for you ... It definitely is a utopia, their fate is to disappear, be removed from the Universe and is erased all memory of his absurd and useless existence, and I'm going to start to erase you and your rough crew.

Heimann made one last effort for freedom from oppressive gravitational attraction. Vega noted that the central command, wrist Heimann pressurized suit, began to flash and looked up, and completely gray eyes toward the plain. The white figures walking away from the lander in the direction of the hill, moving awkward, difficult, as tiny worms in a container of microscope. Vega then raised his leg and brought it down violently on the display of the fallen commander. Under foot, Heimann's skull inside the helmet broke as baby food. Then stretch your entire body stood up and began to make soft, to dissipate into the atmosphere, should return to his family, to warn and prepare for the next step. Almost smiled at the thought of Krauss's face and Boswell when they collect their new capacity of transmutation ... soon to be ubiquitous, intangible, like the air with particles that attached to your body. This world was full of beauties like that.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Thank You Letters For A Hair Stylist

Anna Molly

A word game set with the name of a girl and the word anomaly , the letter of the last song I've heard of Incubus , and frankly left me surprised at the versatility of these guys. Besides

Boyd has a great voice and great guitarist's creativity, there are several other reasons why this group (I discovered fairly recently, because they already have a good time together) has become one of my favorites : bassist is really incredible, though the full song, dj contribution gives much credit to the tune, and works full Pasillas percussion. I heard them for the first time Nice to know you [rich melodic and rhythmic as well] and from there I have not stopped doing so ... this new song gives me more reason to affirm this preference. There must also say that the video is creepy, but it captures well the intent and the letter.

[For a while I am with the idea of \u200b\u200ba post or a story about my short time in the music - I was lead singer of a group that played covers of Korn , Ekhymosis and Molotov , among others ... It is an experience that I have to vent, not to stay with shame myself, heh heh heh. Someday you will write.]

Behold these guys fajándose an excellent song. Greetings.

Link to video

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Can Someone With Autism Drive

Back to Home

Ahem ... Well, I know I've been the most irresponsible parents leaving for so long on their own in this small tank ravings, but here I am, ready to write!

Best will return to this issue that has largely caused this alienation. The woman decided not to let me walk more alone, agreed to share uncertainties and went steadily on me. From this 6 months ago [which volatility of the time and continue fighting !!!], ... together.

The single [miracle] act of waking up every morning and feel your body warm and smooth in the middle of the penumbra, is reason more than enough to be grateful to life ...

Greetings.

Friday, July 21, 2006

What Are The Size Of Vesa Compatible Screws?

Mr. Jones

After long time I stumbled upon this great subject, a bit old now (1993, year of graduation from high school, brimming with all the expectations and uncertainty about life delicious), the fabulous Counting Crows ... I must say that many memories and feelings suddenly crowded in my ears, but without the glare of those years I thoroughly analyze the song.

is simply exquisite richness of tones that contains the letter, which combines the yearning to be somebody [famous], and achieve all that constitutes much of dreams and expectations of an ordinary person, great the way described the atmosphere of the bar, the game of words and glances with the girls in the bar ...
is better than Alan Duritz speak (and sing) for me:

I Was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes
up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer She
His dances while father plays guitar She's Suddenly

We all want beautiful Something Beautiful
I wish I was beautiful So come dance this
down-through the morning silence
Cut up Maria!
Show me some of them to be
English dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me

Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as You Can Be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video When I look at
the television, I want to see me staring right back at me We all want to
Be big stars, But we do not know why and we But do not know how
When everybody loves me, I'm just about going to Be as Happy As Can Be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars ...


Link to video of the song