dreams
will be the flu?
I dreamed of having in hand a book with a cover in a couple of sheets (a folder ?)
At some point, crumpled (zipped ?)
Then I wanted to open it again ( unpack ? unzip ? XD)
And I asked for the password.
WAS A Protected Storage.
It may be more nerdy? Q: Back after ages
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Names Of Songs In Brazil
I prefer zombies to vampires, but at this point ...
... I have to contribute. I wish it was longer and perhaps more meaningful and more beautiful, but have pity on me. ; O; At least with the excuse, I write a bit 'on Left 4 Dead! * O *
silent.
The breath is too. Makes too much noise. But he can not help but breathe. The lungs are full, empty it, fill up again. Ellis does not even know how they work, the lungs, to be honest. It has a vague idea, but does not remember the details. He turns to look at others, and are so focused, so tense.
"How the lungs work?" She asks softly. Fix it all, then Nick laying a finger on his lips and sounds sound a long, weak. To tell him to shut up, that is. But he seriously wants to know, how they work. Do you think that could be used. In a world overrun by zombies, come on, will also understand how the hell do you breathe.
And then the shooting. Ellis, known as everybody alert at the same time. Like animals. He also goes on, the heart pumps harder, his lips are too dry.
Shoot, aim to the chest. A zombie is opened before him, and inside is red, so red, so slimy. I am not always. They are sometimes gray, mostly. As dead. As has already been ruined. He does not know how to define it. It does not see the lungs. It remains for a moment on that sort of pudding-shaped body, looking for you. Would see how they are. If you are still moving.
"Hurry!" Cries Rochelle. They're running away. Ellis adjusts his hat and sighed. It can not be left behind. Will never understand if the zombies have the lungs. He's sorry.
The meaning of life has become able to shoot well. React at the right time. Avoid a strike, and it will help save others. Their odor has become familiar, you can recognize the sweat of everyone with eyes closed. He watches with a strange detachment, in moments of calm. He, who has always held a sacred friendship. It feels dirty. Hot.
"It sucks, all of this." He tells Nick, knowing that it wont take you seriously. Perhaps, in fact, I do not ever take it seriously because he changes his mind constantly. Just the day before he spent the night to repeat what he felt happy.
"You can say that." He says, and smiles. He wiped his forehead with one hand. No, did not take it seriously.
'E' so that you can hear the soldiers? "
Nick looks at him. It seems puzzled. Then again look down on weapons that is shining. The room is dusty, everything sticks to the skin, everything is disgusting.
"The soldiers have a place to go, I think." Says Nick. "We do not have a dick."
"Then why ..."
Ellis does not end the sentence. Not know how to finish it. It does not have the strength now to carry on a serious conversation. He has not even want. He's hungry, hot. Would take a shower. Clean clothes. A bathroom that works. A reader, music, people around. Too many things.
"Because it's like a war, not only that no one will win."
"We might even win."
"I mean, to stay alive?"
"Yeah."
"Yes, and then what?"
"And then boh .
Nick plane ride. "Yes, it's a great plan."
Ellis looks around, and everything is so bleak, so bleak. "You know not like the lungs work, you? "she asks.
And the horde is coming, get up, your heart pumps harder, his lips are too dry.
... I have to contribute. I wish it was longer and perhaps more meaningful and more beautiful, but have pity on me. ; O; At least with the excuse, I write a bit 'on Left 4 Dead! * O *
silent.
The breath is too. Makes too much noise. But he can not help but breathe. The lungs are full, empty it, fill up again. Ellis does not even know how they work, the lungs, to be honest. It has a vague idea, but does not remember the details. He turns to look at others, and are so focused, so tense.
"How the lungs work?" She asks softly. Fix it all, then Nick laying a finger on his lips and sounds sound a long, weak. To tell him to shut up, that is. But he seriously wants to know, how they work. Do you think that could be used. In a world overrun by zombies, come on, will also understand how the hell do you breathe.
And then the shooting. Ellis, known as everybody alert at the same time. Like animals. He also goes on, the heart pumps harder, his lips are too dry.
Shoot, aim to the chest. A zombie is opened before him, and inside is red, so red, so slimy. I am not always. They are sometimes gray, mostly. As dead. As has already been ruined. He does not know how to define it. It does not see the lungs. It remains for a moment on that sort of pudding-shaped body, looking for you. Would see how they are. If you are still moving.
"Hurry!" Cries Rochelle. They're running away. Ellis adjusts his hat and sighed. It can not be left behind. Will never understand if the zombies have the lungs. He's sorry.
The meaning of life has become able to shoot well. React at the right time. Avoid a strike, and it will help save others. Their odor has become familiar, you can recognize the sweat of everyone with eyes closed. He watches with a strange detachment, in moments of calm. He, who has always held a sacred friendship. It feels dirty. Hot.
"It sucks, all of this." He tells Nick, knowing that it wont take you seriously. Perhaps, in fact, I do not ever take it seriously because he changes his mind constantly. Just the day before he spent the night to repeat what he felt happy.
"You can say that." He says, and smiles. He wiped his forehead with one hand. No, did not take it seriously.
'E' so that you can hear the soldiers? "
Nick looks at him. It seems puzzled. Then again look down on weapons that is shining. The room is dusty, everything sticks to the skin, everything is disgusting.
"The soldiers have a place to go, I think." Says Nick. "We do not have a dick."
"Then why ..."
Ellis does not end the sentence. Not know how to finish it. It does not have the strength now to carry on a serious conversation. He has not even want. He's hungry, hot. Would take a shower. Clean clothes. A bathroom that works. A reader, music, people around. Too many things.
"Because it's like a war, not only that no one will win."
"We might even win."
"I mean, to stay alive?"
"Yeah."
"Yes, and then what?"
"And then boh .
Nick plane ride. "Yes, it's a great plan."
Ellis looks around, and everything is so bleak, so bleak. "You know not like the lungs work, you? "she asks.
And the horde is coming, get up, your heart pumps harder, his lips are too dry.
Friday, January 21, 2011
How Much Can Cost For Sprinkler Inspection
o_j3nnif3r_o @ 2011-01-21T10: 31:00
POWER - Because now I have to finish the sins of Cid XDD
COSTA DEL SOL - A delusion that I did not quite know how to write o_o''
POWER - Because now I have to finish the sins of Cid XDD COSTA DEL SOL - A delusion that I did not quite know how to write o_o''
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
A Game Where You Can Get Pregnant
o_j3nnif3r_o @ 2011-01-12T09: 23:00
Day : Ten things that now would you say to ten different people.
Day: Nine things about yourself.
Third day: Eight ways to win your heart.
Fourth days: Seven things you think about often.
Day Five: Six things you wish you had not done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot for you.
Seventh Day : Four things can turn off your excitement so almost immediately. Eighth day
: Three things can excite so almost immediately.
Day Nine : Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: A confession.
Fourth days: Seven things you think about often.
Day Five: Six things you wish you had not done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot for you.
Seventh Day : Four things can turn off your excitement so almost immediately. Eighth day
: Three things can excite so almost immediately.
Day Nine : Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: A confession.
1) Avoid hypocrisy, excessive sdolcinature, and things are always the same standard. The saccharine romance film for teenagers embarrasses me, is ridiculous, and if you start from the ridiculous is not going anywhere.
2) The coldness over me disassemble it, though. A golden middle way is best. I end up interested in, often, those who have a bit 'of passion ... without falling into mielume. That's it. XD
3) For I need to be captured to estimate a person. To be interested, for whatever reason. And that share something with me. No matter what music you listen to or read books, but at least there is one thing in common when it comes to important things.
4) Like those who are able to understand also my distances. It is not easy, but I need it.
5) For some strange reason, I am always attracted to geeks, nerds, obsessive fan of something ... I do not know why, seriously. XD All the people I'm in love can be classified as something. (But nice, from XD)
6) sarcasm and cynicism, they should never miss.
7) Like to discussing with one person. So if you offend easily, if too many or too taboo secrets is not very good. I mean, I can go from anime to discuss philosophy, so it's nice if the other while he falls asleep.
8) I like complicated person.
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