Monday, June 29, 2009

Kraftmaid Cabinet Outlet

lina_ame @ 2009-06-29T21:24:00

I ran her lips along your neck, your fingers, your eyelids, your lips. You were so close, not so close as in reality, but more sensual than ever. Pure desire, energy, making you burn slowly, do not let go. Such was the dream. What did you do? Sweet things.

What is now between us, we will ever forget, has what it has not given? Like a Zunamiwelle it breaks on me, scratching at my innards, I gutted out, leaving the sadness. And I implore the world, do something, goes away to prevent it, I'll just morbid and eagerly vegetate in front of me, it's too much time. And I know you will forget me. For you, for the people I am too insignificant to get involved with me. There were so few, you're one of them? If so, you'll be as obsessed as the others.
Is it love? It bordered on obsession, pure, pure obsession, where no thought is wasted on something different at you. You're damn special, burn me with your eyes, makes me melt slowly. And I'm so damn helpless, powerless delivered, no, not you, that feeling, I could smash the wall. A little of the precious time, then you're gone. And I will unify with the quiet time to run down together with it the window panes as Tröfchen of breath and humidity to evaporate, the endless cycle of liquid that is waiting for something. Until the circuit is interrupted, until you return back again. Infinite time. And then there is the sea, Spain. I know how is the desire on the Mediterranean, that is intolerable. I will send you my greetings with air mail, because for everything I do not trust me. You are too diffuse to make the first step, I'm damn confused and delivered. Like a lamb to a wolf is delivered. And you are about the only voltage that drives the wolf and the lamb. The longing, the desire snapping at the air before making the leap to me to devour final. I will burn. Before you return before you forget me.
But maybe I will forget you lose myself in Afären and romances, I wish it will happen. I want to fuck you out of my head, so you stop being exestieren it, or I do not believe this shit from 6 weeks. Through endless cigarettes and sleepless hours, I just want to you. To be in your area. For without you I'm condemned to longing. You do not know, but I've been through it and was sucked out how. I want you. Now. Assurance from you. I can do nothing more than to snap at your nearby such as for air. But so deep beneath the cold blue time my silent screams are just air bubbles. Delivered. Lost. Damn.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Abilify Can It Motivate You

lina_ame @ 2009-06-22T23:28:00

The light flickers on. You lie on the Asphlat. Not so much drinking Jackie. You know, your fate will suck.
you lie .. On the asphalt. You love. Frankly, in love with those eyes. The double star could make you sick. Each einzellne train at L & M. Each einzellne \u0026lt;-xTaste. Could take you to the extravagance of the feelings of the toilet bowl. Do you puke?
you love. Sincere. You want him. I attempt to bring it to silence. Up. So, are because of him but you alone. Sing. Sounds cool, eh? But he will not even respond. Do you have to throw up now?
you are lonely, but nobody cares a shit. You made final, you must not suffer. This role is awarded to your ex. You were so proud to lead such a long relationship. No, it was not a fake. Now it has become matter. You do not know what you write, do not take care of everything your poems, you were not awesome? You have discarded them all. You were nobody. A love that will never exist. In the dream, you sleep with your best friend as bitter. And if you divots in the wall, you feel nothing but emptiness. Throbbing emptiness, and you you want to tear the heart, only to no longer have to listen to beat what you want? Love? Sex? You get both. Ab Because it's you, the Little Jackie. You dream you you daydream in masses, but none is true, why? Because you're different gepohlt.
I am now writing this message to you so that you can tomorrow be ashamed of yourself. Or laugh. You are fucking crush. And yet you scratch any more. Emotional cripples.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Braggs Organic Vinegar Blog

lina_ame @ 2009-06-01T14:00:00

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unbearable. You unicellular einzellne every second, I can feel on the skin. Follow the sleepless night and the waiting. I'm waiting for those who will never come. You, get me out of here, just for a minute. The time runs too slow, the hysteria comes in waves, my face divided by two small rivers, but you, who would you save me, before the meaningless flow of time, do not even know that I you think. I keep thinking of you. I'm getting crazy. Because the time until we meet again, is dead. She died the moment I was delivered to you and your eyes. Irrevocable. You is dead, floats between the dust grains in the dead sun. Damn, why do you miss me so?

There are only a half day and the night and another day and a night. But time is dead and viscous, slowly rotting, and the only refuge is that of my thoughts, I'm thinking of something, something with you, and I forget myself and everything around them. And watch 'Cash Back', it would be pleasing to you.

But you live your own life in which I will never have a speck of space. Only for brief moments of time, which is still alive. How long it probably is, until I stop to become mad because of you ...

It's just that damn time ...

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