Hydrocodrone Side Effects darkkaura @ 2007-11-28T09: 38:00

Monday to Wednesday I still get up early. At about 8 me-never put into operation at all, just in case. And Otto heels biting me while I go to the bathroom. Then lies on the pad or sneaking into a room and get done with a piece of clothing to feel a little closer to us. I will take it off, of course, because I need my clothes. And while I rub the tummy sleeping and I find myself thinking how could such a creature is so alive. Or live simply. Because live is infinite and brief word at a time. At 8:30 am and breakfast. Campurrianas milk and cookies, of course. But breakfast the memory of his eleven cookies. Those breakfastOtto comes home to meet her at the door. At 4, badminton. And at 6 I'm going to poetry. Starts at 6. We spoke of poets, decide what is poetry and what is not poetry, then we try to be poets, we read and correct ourselves. Typically, we're leaving at 9. And then we go to coffee forever. Red and orange walls. Friday nights laughing at the back table. At 9:30 I try to go home to dinner and waiting for me.

On Wednesday, like today, I have come to philosophers of antiquity. Step from myth to logos. And today we find out why we are and think as we think. I'm at 11 and I leave home or the library. Spend hours in the library. In the afternoon, about 6,

薬 propecla darkkaura @ 2007-11-18T12: 08:00

clear. I do not pretend that nothing will ever be as before. That's absurd. Things can never be as before. It would be like trying to breathe underwater. But just one afternoon. To ask how things are, how they are going. To tell you how stupid we were. To not tell you how guilty I felt. For not tell me they did not think it was my fault. To laugh again, sounding, very low, in laughter, what fools we were. What fools we were. several days I've been trying to write this. I can not decide. You know. A brief summary. Although the problem is not that. The problem is that I wanted to dedicate this to a clock. And I never liked watches. But this will give him a truce. Why not measure the time, it measures the expectations, the certainty or uncertainty, reunions, hugs, trains. Way stations, they say. Arrivals and departures. Travel. Or the meeting after the bus ride. Because the best time to go there's just before. Maybe I say it is ugly. But it is. So. The path of the bus stop shelter clock slowed the outside world. I told you I missed. What is not said is that I suddenly found myself in another world, as if he had gone through a large window invisible in the air. I noticed it suddenly. The hectic pace of downtown suddenly stopped at a street, in a parenthesis, where people walked slowly, in slow motion. And that was contagious. Street began somewhat faster, yet with the accelerationsufficient, but perhaps I was not enough. Overall, the later arrested there on a clock you do not have the time, and then us and unpredictability, surprise, surprise. We discovered that the moon was a satellite, talking to his invisible figure, but this, laughing at the table with an army destroyed by robots, coffee, soft drinks and potato. I think on the clock. That clock that marked the impatience, the evening, some Saturday mornings, pinching to remember, notices of arrivals, the waiting, the awkwardness of the meeting, reunion. The station clock, you know, do not mark time.

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is like walking slowly. Because when I'm alone and no rain or fog is not usually leave me to walk slowly, I become clumsy, insecure, look to the side and start walking, as fast as I can. And then there are those days of slow walking, Saturday or Friday morning full of poetry Tuesday and even weeks running behind the bus are walking slowly. This does not mean you necessarily walk slower when you walk fast. But they note. You walk slowly. Segura. Surprisingly agile. And you become an acrobat in the street. Without fear. Jumping on the track. No network. And run-walk slowly to make a picture a little later. You stand. You turn. Smile. Let you hug and embrace. Nonsense, always sayI liked the word "nonsense" -. Laugh. Sing. And I still walk slowly. Without rain or fog. Without rain. Because the rain is the closest thing to walk slowly. It rains and you just go by the sound of drops hitting the umbrella. O rain and run in the rain until the laughter comes out and you realize. And walk slowly. Even when you walk fast. Because slow walking does not mean that necessarily walk slower when you walk fast. And there is the fog. Ah, how I miss the fog. Today only remember two days of fog, days riddle. The first was the first. Hey, Dad, then that is a cloud that has fallen so far? Yes, that is. But we can not catch