Monday, December 21, 2009

Howto Build Ultrasonic Fogger

Manifesto nihilism of Christmas on December

do not make gifts.
not decorated homes.
not write greeting cards.
phone calls to people not already lost.
not made courtesy visits.
do not argue for allocation of the festive meal from relatives.
not run on Christmas Eve for the last gifts.
do not take the dinner more than an hour at most.
commuovetevi not in front of the family reunited.
not say, how cold is their time of birth.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

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not notice if you come from behind, if you can call it that little hump that is the creamy top of the back of the blue tit. A bird of the index finger, excluding the tail, head-rod for round-bodied, fluffy neck that spreads to the right and left soft gestures of hunger. The thin legs, arms blacks in miniature, riding a white bread crumb in a thousand on the sill and the head blue, with black mascara on the yellow line of the muzzle, where lies the profile of the eyes, tiny ticks and decided to sink beak.
is winter.
Below, trails of tiny footprints in the snow gymkhanas fan, waiting for the cat neighbors. In this cold ungrateful, swollen in the tri-color fur, content with the remains of the remains, not suitable for its tonnage slinguettando crumbs, a little more warm and nourishing of the snow. From the trees around the spy tits and robins, in your turn you do not spy through the window, and it's all a silent ballet.
The blue tit, unaware, continues to delight. If you could would you even more softly, afraid that the mere caress of the eyes can scare off the smallness of Resolute, the ball of vivid yellows and blues and blacks. Real Estate, noted his commitment and satisfaction, you see the pole in his rapid and frequent glances, still and lifeless pile. Then, at the climax, you see it grab a beak great crumb, whole, and fly from the edge that gives white.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Kannada Quotes On Kannada

sills Gotta go to work

You can not go on like this. I can not wake up every morning with the weight on his head, arms, stomach, knees, ankles, feet, in every piece of skin can not do it, I have to find a solution, a different approach to this everyday life which requires me to go to work every day, in the same place, doing the same things, to discuss the same issues, with the same people, to hear the usual speeches, in the same prison in which I eat bread and water all day, bread and water survival.
survive But if it means getting lost, get away, break away, breaking, distorting, dissolve, wipe out, by themselves, reduced to the status of animal, survival is really the hardest thing for a human being!
not it easier to live?
Logically not bat an eyelid, yet every day I survive. Come to this realization and that logically it is easier to live but I can not do that, I must find a way to survive otherwise,''survive''fully in half and I live in half and half and half, and all suffer is in the middle and nothing is way down. Bottom, bottom, bottom to bottom, sometimes it can serve, perhaps. Tap the bottom of what it means?
get lost, leave, detaching, cracking, distorting, dissolve, wipe out, by themselves really, deep down and then become cynical by revive them, day after day to regain the importance of all things, choose it again this time with true knowledge.
could go so I do not know. But I know I'm not able to do that.
What can I do? I could fire me. I could, but I can not. I have a mortgage, life insurance, a house to maintain, to pay tuition fees, books, and then I could no longer travel, and then I no longer twenty.
So even this solution is feasible. What can I do?
change myself. It is a great idea, to change. But I know who are not able to change because change a bit 'mean, get lost, get away, break away, breaking, distorting, dissolve, wipe out, by themselves really, deep down and then become cynical by revive them, day after day to regain the importance of all things, choose it again this time with true knowledge. In short, not even change myself may be a solution. But then there is a solution?
I must resign myself to wake up every morning with the weight on his head, arms, stomach, knees, ankles, feet, every bit of skin, oh I can not, there must be a solution, a different approach this life newspaper that provides me to go to work every day, in the same place, doing the same things, to discuss the same issues, with the same people, to hear the usual speeches, in the same prison in which I eat bread and water every day, bread and water survival.
It 's late, I have to go to work, I'll think about tomorrow.

Female Stomach Sitting Submission

For you that plays my disk almost laughing



There is mist in the land of Goldoni. The silent complicity of the new idea and discreet man mute voice, tinged with lilac my days on the keyboard and was born my new novel.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Wedding Gift Letter From Comapies To Employees

a great story

Now t'incollo the page.
I swear that I do. And you know how? I'll tell you a story, but one of those stories that you just can not break away from the page. Really. Hear what I say, not just read the first few lines, could not take.
I'll tell you one of those stories, but one of those stories that I swear, do not forget. T'invento certain people you've never seen anywhere t'invento then some dialogue that seems to see the movies and then weaves narrative t'invento certain that there know anything. You see? Already you're glued to the page. Already you are curious and want to know how it ends the story, but we are still at the beginning and that's the beauty of the great stories, you must have patience, little by little you're passionate about and never left it.
This story, I said, is one of those stories, but one of those stories that really do not read for years, but you answer your phone now, t'incollare not too much that it is written, answer - it could be some news important, someone who does not feel so long, but if it happens not answer phone so keep reading and you just can not break away to say that this story then you really are glued to the page and I'm telling you that I am a great writer, one who sticks to the page because I have the ability do not you answer a phone call that might be important but that you avoid so as not to break away from the page.
And then you want to hear yes or no this? Watch which is a great story, one of those stories that you do not forget it anymore and if you wait just two minutes, look, you the whole story because it truly deserves, I just remember where to start because the facts are many, just give me two minutes and begin. I swear, only two minutes and we ready. But you do not move, otherwise you do not understand anything. Got it? I'm there in two minutes, just two minutes.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Pokemon Heart Gold Bevriest

Things

click Hmmm hmmm yuck. Walk, walk do not walk more easily. Tic tac tic tac click crash. You have to be careful. Sun sun sun sun click rain. Habits. Ffff ffff ffff click boom! Firulìn firule firulìn firule click silence. Why. Light light light always clicks Where you have not seen you? Why. Dear dear dear dear dear dear-click the blade of a knife. Because things change. Click.