Here is a flower
Leucojum vernum seen by more closely.
I think is more beautiful than true snowdrops, with the corolla bell dotted with green, ranging from acid green or grass green, depending on how long the flower has bloomed.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
What Does It Mean When Yo Cervix Is Hard Open Low
Snowing Flowers
Finally, in the undergrowth are so many false snowdrops in bloom, it's all covered with white, so they seem to be snowed.
Finally, in the undergrowth are so many false snowdrops in bloom, it's all covered with white, so they seem to be snowed.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Parts Buggy Baja California
Euphorbia cel'ha ... done! Snowdrop
Towards the end of summer 'I was given a small jar of Euphorbia made up of many parts. I 've left out all winter in a aposizione some' sheltered, but still cold. Not the 'I have watered it would have been less resistant to cold. He ruined a lot, but cel 'He did it! There still is a bit' of green between the dry ... I hope he recovers with temperatures a bit 'warmer.
Towards the end of summer 'I was given a small jar of Euphorbia made up of many parts. I 've left out all winter in a aposizione some' sheltered, but still cold. Not the 'I have watered it would have been less resistant to cold. He ruined a lot, but cel 'He did it! There still is a bit' of green between the dry ... I hope he recovers with temperatures a bit 'warmer.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Willy Wonka And Personality Disorder
few weeks flowering of snowdrops in the woods will peak: almost feel it snowed throughout the undergrowth!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Period And Sensitive Smell
Something emerges among the dry leaves
Here and there, in the most riscadati from the sun, there are spots of color yellow, almost fluorescent, which stand out among the stems and leaves.
Here and there, in the most riscadati from the sun, there are spots of color yellow, almost fluorescent, which stand out among the stems and leaves.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sympathy Quotes For Flowers
hibernating Snail
With the bad weather this snail sealed the 'opening of the shell and has been in "hibernation" until now. I believe that in a few weeks will decide to wake up.
Reduce Erection By Showering
leaves or flowers?
L 'tick Anthurium is doing something, but I can not quite understand if it's a new leaf or a flower, as soon as they are produced are red, and only after leaves turn green and the flowers are red ... I'll wait.
L 'tick Anthurium is doing something, but I can not quite understand if it's a new leaf or a flower, as soon as they are produced are red, and only after leaves turn green and the flowers are red ... I'll wait.
Monday, February 14, 2011
My Rabbits Ate Christmas Tree
willow buds
Every day the buds on the branches of Salix caprea become increasingly large and visible. There are also special because they are a bit 'Pelosetta and light color.
Every day the buds on the branches of Salix caprea become increasingly large and visible. There are also special because they are a bit 'Pelosetta and light color.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Thigh Pain And Kidney Pain
Margaret
The meadows, sunny days, are filled with many heads of daisies. Today, that is cloudy and raining, however, if they are closed, waiting for another sunny day.
The meadows, sunny days, are filled with many heads of daisies. Today, that is cloudy and raining, however, if they are closed, waiting for another sunny day.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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Rhododendron Bud Winter
In a park I found a huge rhododendron bush with many buds. Must be an old plant. I think I'll keep it 's eye to discover the flower color.
In a park I found a huge rhododendron bush with many buds. Must be an old plant. I think I'll keep it 's eye to discover the flower color.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Disadvantages Of Human Organ Sale
inappropriately for the new year
=== Note: what follows is pure invention. I hope. And contradditemi ===
I forgot to live.
to do a job I hate just because I can pay a house that I do not like to worry about the others, to suffer from things I can not change.
I forgot I love the sound of rain, the wind, the sun.
Even I can see the sun over here.
To follow something that does not exist I left my land, my family, my friends (ah, true, I had no friends to leave) and I got for the fear of dying, that bites me every night before I fall asleep to disappear in the morning when I wake up tired and unhappy.
(statement) is just my selfishness.
(hypothesis) Maybe I made a mistake.
(conclusion / statement) I do not care what brought me here.
(pathetic sentence) I just want to be happy. === End ===
analysis
If it were only a few have said that I would have looked like my father, who always ran away from it all.
Besides what do you do with a father who has abandoned and forgotten you? You can blame him for everything. Even in your misery. (You should try: it is convenient)
And here I open a parenthesis to say to my dear uncle - he disappeared from the coward who is and always has been - that the dirty laundry I like to wash them in the yard, for all to see what it is dirty, but they also see that I do my best to clean them and I want to be honest and that the world well look at the honesty and how much it costs (someone calls it to be shits not fair, but I'm for freedom of opinion, you think what you want and it may be said)
Everything was going well until the non-existent father began to throb in my cerebellum out of it in my phone without a future (two, for the first pretended that he had the wrong person) and an e-mail when it was revealed the mystery: for 35 years has firmly believed that I was not his daughter, and clearly has not told me anything, because when the business turned bad was comfortable having someone who was listening because it would give the moon to make sure that I speak.
among other things, I think you do not write these things by mail, personally if I were to tell someone "You're not my daughter" 'd make at least looking in his eyes as I do.
But I do not deserve and I know (but awareness is not self-pity)
Moreover Neither I never bothered to inform him that I loved, hated, revered and cursed, for almost thirty years.
How long lost. All of them (and do not know what makes me angry to waste time!)
Yet even if the end has never been important one o'clock for the other, I felt as if I had fired a bazooka in the stomach. Desperate.
I felt empty, the last certainty that I had left, ended in nothing.
For a time it seemed to infinity I forgot to live, better to roll in the mud of a suffering that she no longer had any reason to exist. I lost my childhood and teenage years feeling sorry for himself (and this dear Eva IDIOTA! tell you from the depths of that heart beats in me snail smuzzo in the chest )....
Fighting against a child who told me that I had no father, because I believed strongly that it was not so .....
Fighting with my grandmother telling me "you're like your father!" each After that I was behaving badly, because I thought I did not want to be unique and be compared to a person who did not know ....
I fought for life against the windmills and now I'm without power, without weapons, without horse or anything you can give to my daughter, simply because I gave it all away, trying to find myself, trying to complete a puzzle that had all the pieces.
Not that I've lost, these pieces simply were not there: the puzzle was complete and I did not know.
Now I do not know who for years lied to me, who I have hidden something, who can I trust even now.
From now on I will write nonsense, since at least the ones I still have galore to say.
To celebrate the loss of reason, I invite everyone to a virtual tea. And I will also
cookies. 
=== Note: what follows is pure invention. I hope. And contradditemi ===
I forgot to live.
to do a job I hate just because I can pay a house that I do not like to worry about the others, to suffer from things I can not change.
I forgot I love the sound of rain, the wind, the sun.
Even I can see the sun over here.
To follow something that does not exist I left my land, my family, my friends (ah, true, I had no friends to leave) and I got for the fear of dying, that bites me every night before I fall asleep to disappear in the morning when I wake up tired and unhappy.
(statement) is just my selfishness.
(hypothesis) Maybe I made a mistake.
(conclusion / statement) I do not care what brought me here.
(pathetic sentence) I just want to be happy. === End ===
analysis
If it were only a few have said that I would have looked like my father, who always ran away from it all.
Besides what do you do with a father who has abandoned and forgotten you? You can blame him for everything. Even in your misery. (You should try: it is convenient)
And here I open a parenthesis to say to my dear uncle - he disappeared from the coward who is and always has been - that the dirty laundry I like to wash them in the yard, for all to see what it is dirty, but they also see that I do my best to clean them and I want to be honest and that the world well look at the honesty and how much it costs (someone calls it to be shits not fair, but I'm for freedom of opinion, you think what you want and it may be said)
Everything was going well until the non-existent father began to throb in my cerebellum out of it in my phone without a future (two, for the first pretended that he had the wrong person) and an e-mail when it was revealed the mystery: for 35 years has firmly believed that I was not his daughter, and clearly has not told me anything, because when the business turned bad was comfortable having someone who was listening because it would give the moon to make sure that I speak.
among other things, I think you do not write these things by mail, personally if I were to tell someone "You're not my daughter" 'd make at least looking in his eyes as I do.
But I do not deserve and I know (but awareness is not self-pity)
Moreover Neither I never bothered to inform him that I loved, hated, revered and cursed, for almost thirty years.
How long lost. All of them (and do not know what makes me angry to waste time!)
Yet even if the end has never been important one o'clock for the other, I felt as if I had fired a bazooka in the stomach. Desperate.
I felt empty, the last certainty that I had left, ended in nothing.
For a time it seemed to infinity I forgot to live, better to roll in the mud of a suffering that she no longer had any reason to exist. I lost my childhood and teenage years feeling sorry for himself (and this dear Eva IDIOTA! tell you from the depths of that heart beats in me snail smuzzo in the chest )....
Fighting against a child who told me that I had no father, because I believed strongly that it was not so .....
Fighting with my grandmother telling me "you're like your father!" each After that I was behaving badly, because I thought I did not want to be unique and be compared to a person who did not know ....
I fought for life against the windmills and now I'm without power, without weapons, without horse or anything you can give to my daughter, simply because I gave it all away, trying to find myself, trying to complete a puzzle that had all the pieces.
Not that I've lost, these pieces simply were not there: the puzzle was complete and I did not know.
Now I do not know who for years lied to me, who I have hidden something, who can I trust even now.
From now on I will write nonsense, since at least the ones I still have galore to say.
To celebrate the loss of reason, I invite everyone to a virtual tea. And I will also
cookies.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Katydids Chocolate Turtles
PARADE OF SMALL SUN KING TO THE MEETING
Fun parade of models in the small boutique Sun King to the Meeting of Voghera. Between the old club members and parents have marched today to charities excited small models of a famous children's boutique in Voghera: Sun King of the talented Dr. Garlaschelli. Where once there 'was Cristian boutique for several years with great taste and convenience Piccolomo this well-stocked shop fashionable clothes the children of Voghera.
The Meeting with its retro charm is well-suited as a frame with its bingo halls in the event with final liberty for SOS Children's Villages worldwide. 
Fun parade of models in the small boutique Sun King to the Meeting of Voghera. Between the old club members and parents have marched today to charities excited small models of a famous children's boutique in Voghera: Sun King of the talented Dr. Garlaschelli. Where once there 'was Cristian boutique for several years with great taste and convenience Piccolomo this well-stocked shop fashionable clothes the children of Voghera.
The Meeting with its retro charm is well-suited as a frame with its bingo halls in the event with final liberty for SOS Children's Villages worldwide.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Japan Favorite Av Model
Staccato (interference)
I dissected and left it a success.
I came out of my body like a hand from a glove and I went in a body of light, no longer beautiful, but quite different by gender and physical strength, for health and attitude.
The mind has remained the same. The wishes have not changed.
The new body made of marble and salt, contains the ferrite in the old deep scars from the margins as overblown, colored a vivid red.
If I were alone I would not afraid of anything. If I did not love I would be infallible. With my
new body, I make more effort to hold the violin. My fingers are like water on oil and cut the strings as razor blades.
each strip of the bow makes me bleed, the lower the tone, the greater the pain.
Yet they are happy, pain cleanses the filth and the heart is no longer a rag.
My internal pump has turned into a handkerchief edged with lace: we clean up the drool that drips from my mouth. Anger makes me look less human, or perhaps more 'human only a little' less pleasant. A Chaconne
to my old self, which contained honey and ambrosia. May he rest in peace, without nightmares, that when you switch to the better life you do not need more.
I try to keep myself in peace with my body in marble, salt, and the violin.
Vitali, why do not you write something that I am able to play? 
I dissected and left it a success.
I came out of my body like a hand from a glove and I went in a body of light, no longer beautiful, but quite different by gender and physical strength, for health and attitude.
The mind has remained the same. The wishes have not changed.
The new body made of marble and salt, contains the ferrite in the old deep scars from the margins as overblown, colored a vivid red.
If I were alone I would not afraid of anything. If I did not love I would be infallible. With my
new body, I make more effort to hold the violin. My fingers are like water on oil and cut the strings as razor blades.
each strip of the bow makes me bleed, the lower the tone, the greater the pain.
Yet they are happy, pain cleanses the filth and the heart is no longer a rag.
My internal pump has turned into a handkerchief edged with lace: we clean up the drool that drips from my mouth. Anger makes me look less human, or perhaps more 'human only a little' less pleasant. A Chaconne
to my old self, which contained honey and ambrosia. May he rest in peace, without nightmares, that when you switch to the better life you do not need more.
I try to keep myself in peace with my body in marble, salt, and the violin.
Vitali, why do not you write something that I am able to play?
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Creamy White Chunky Cervical Fluid No Infection
For You
A little 'behind the article in the magazine, a monthly in October. Sincerely
ac 
A little 'behind the article in the magazine, a monthly in October. Sincerely
ac
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Pancreatitis Lasts Long
2/10/2010 30/9/2010
Here is the link
http://www.scribd.com/doc/38469424
Energy sources
"Energy and nuclear: the future of Italy and Europe"
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Yellow Cervical Mucus Implantation Bleeding
SPAMPOST
'm here again to smear the network and fill your account with a spam post created a bit 'out of nothing and the little sleep and a little' sickly from my thoughts.
are the epitome of what my Italian teacher's name was AUTOCELEBRANTI, because let's face it, my guts to publish on the web, I definitely have a healthy dose of vanity.
short but who the hell care of my psychological distortions? Who are my sentimental discourses on sexuality (or was it sexual sentimentality?)
Well, I tell you that in addition to writing these letters to my toilet paper, I read them too, and when I reread them and also a time when I want to split a few dishes (even though my fervent fantasy background image of the skull "someone" with my katana ... è_é) my post remind me that I'm alive for a reason. COMMUNICATE .
If I went out of his mind? Yes, maybe yes. But thank God!
Words are one of the greatest gifts that nature has given man and, although there are many people who lose when they talk about the opportunity to keep quiet (and sometimes I'm one of those) on persons who unknowingly touch the chords of eternity.
Eternity is a concept that seems to granite when viewed from afar, but it becomes smoke as you try to grab it.
Humans love the words forever and ever ... "I'll love you forever ..." "I'll never ..." but these are never, ever eternal as the ice in whiskey .
How long our and our ever forever? at best, thirty years ... the face of eternity.
But the words resonate in our own little universe bumping into the walls and expanding it up to us to lose the perception of its boundaries.
And so two words that do not even come to a total of ten letters we become Olympians, make us feel infinite, indefinite, almost powerful.
I see nothing wrong with a bit 'of sound enhancement.
I just hope that there NEVER understood falling from the clouds of this illusion, because the higher the point where it falls, the more we it hurts ...
However, if you need moral support, a shoulder to cry on, a person to hell, someone to talk dirty, a chef who put the food pre-cooked in a microwave, a woman that behaves like a man or woman depending on the time, a second that you cut off the heads if you want to commit seppuku, a partner to play poker who is unable to play, but always has too many cards in hand than a decent stock in the sleeve, a good massage therapist, a fellow booze or smoke, someone to make a fight, someone to sing in the shower with you can be out of tune most of you, someone to keep you hugged / or any night, someone to ring bells with you in the middle of the night and then run away laughing like idiots, someone to tell you that you are a genius or an idiot, depending on what you need to hear you say ... if you need ... a friend for you, there will ALWAYS .
NOTE: My always lasts only until 31/12/2017 ...
Friday, September 10, 2010
Where To Watch Bang Bros
not think so loudly, I can not concentrate ....
I'm a disgusting at times, but we had already spoken.
mind as if nothing had happened, we rejoice to see some people try a little 'mental and physical pain, in short, are more disgusting than the average human.
But I explain: when a person has two bodies thinking, things get complicated when you do have three dangerous.
We must say that fortunately does not usually make you think all together, but also with two, sometimes the noise is deafening as I was saying and you are likely to become indecent people.
I mean, not that I want to justify myself ... or maybe a little 'yes, because lately I did a little' and then the pig, I seem to have disappointed my dear readers ...
other hand, however, this does not mean I do not intend to stop the warthog just ... I want you to know, which is not by chance but by choice. So I take the responsibility for my actions.
Basically I love the old devil E., with his nose, the roly-poly body, his glasses and his small brown eyes.
I love her because it is simple and quiet even though it is sometimes swept away by the storm that has inside. I like how
maniac, freak, dangerous person.
I like how he speaks, his voice warm his sentences topical.
I like it when he tries to be someone else, when it is dark and does nothing but talk about death when it receives the Ridarolo (mostly the rare occasions when heavy smoke)
I like when she's drunk and the hangover or sentimental becomes sad.
Like when he wants and will do anything close to the shot ... I like when she thinks she's in love for real, for the umpteenth time.
E. is my companion for over 30 years, sleeps with me, eat with me and makes love to me.
is not always easy to be her on the night he remained sticking to the computer trying to finish my damn manuscript, sometimes ending in the ass, sometimes in a porn and alcohol ... but other times not so terrible or frequent as it seems. We survive.
Sometimes I tell myself that I should begin to take life seriously, but I feel that it would make me feel all the weight of the world to me and I'm not so strong after all. So I prefer to fuck ...
Why write? "Because I love it.
Why share? because it seems to scream insults against the infinite and gives me a few moments of happiness.
This is heating, I'm testing, I'm digging the pit to see if I come out the other side.
You do not have to read. But I am grateful because you do it.
You are allowed to judge, dissent, insult and criticize, I will be happy to hear all these things, but if you stay in silence I Lagner.
I'll tell you what I think and I will leave the nest for real this time ... But what is written is that (With appropriate changes if necessary ...) I'm a minstrel
locked in a windowless room, suffocated in their breath, from his hallucinatory visions. That 's where dreams become ideal, because the clowns have ideals and their value is not far behind.
Well, I'm done here. Thanks for listening.
PS: What are the three bodies I leave you to guess ....*_* 
I'm a disgusting at times, but we had already spoken.
mind as if nothing had happened, we rejoice to see some people try a little 'mental and physical pain, in short, are more disgusting than the average human.
But I explain: when a person has two bodies thinking, things get complicated when you do have three dangerous.
We must say that fortunately does not usually make you think all together, but also with two, sometimes the noise is deafening as I was saying and you are likely to become indecent people.
I mean, not that I want to justify myself ... or maybe a little 'yes, because lately I did a little' and then the pig, I seem to have disappointed my dear readers ...
other hand, however, this does not mean I do not intend to stop the warthog just ... I want you to know, which is not by chance but by choice. So I take the responsibility for my actions.
Basically I love the old devil E., with his nose, the roly-poly body, his glasses and his small brown eyes.
I love her because it is simple and quiet even though it is sometimes swept away by the storm that has inside. I like how
maniac, freak, dangerous person.
I like how he speaks, his voice warm his sentences topical.
I like it when he tries to be someone else, when it is dark and does nothing but talk about death when it receives the Ridarolo (mostly the rare occasions when heavy smoke)
I like when she's drunk and the hangover or sentimental becomes sad.
Like when he wants and will do anything close to the shot ... I like when she thinks she's in love for real, for the umpteenth time.
E. is my companion for over 30 years, sleeps with me, eat with me and makes love to me.
is not always easy to be her on the night he remained sticking to the computer trying to finish my damn manuscript, sometimes ending in the ass, sometimes in a porn and alcohol ... but other times not so terrible or frequent as it seems. We survive.
Sometimes I tell myself that I should begin to take life seriously, but I feel that it would make me feel all the weight of the world to me and I'm not so strong after all. So I prefer to fuck ...
Why write? "Because I love it.
Why share? because it seems to scream insults against the infinite and gives me a few moments of happiness.
This is heating, I'm testing, I'm digging the pit to see if I come out the other side.
You do not have to read. But I am grateful because you do it.
You are allowed to judge, dissent, insult and criticize, I will be happy to hear all these things, but if you stay in silence I Lagner.
I'll tell you what I think and I will leave the nest for real this time ... But what is written is that (With appropriate changes if necessary ...) I'm a minstrel
locked in a windowless room, suffocated in their breath, from his hallucinatory visions. That 's where dreams become ideal, because the clowns have ideals and their value is not far behind.
Well, I'm done here. Thanks for listening.
PS: What are the three bodies I leave you to guess ....*_*
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