Sunday, January 30, 2011

Adhd Aspergers Allergies

une âme sensible dans un corps flexible



Alt: contains spoilers.
Basil is a guy who works in a video store. One day, while eating the cheese, get a stray bullet and died. as his dad was like an explorer, and he died when Basil is small, pounding a mine, unless you crush it stinks like shit, but shit is a lot worse. but Basil is not really dead. is just a little 'stupid. he lost his job and sleeps with a box that does not cover the walk along the Seine. then he meets a band of crazy people, homeless people like him, but very talented. above two. makes a contortionist, and gets a sensitive soul in a flexible body. the other understands how many calories just by looking at a plate of pasta. Basil then discovers that those responsible for his father's death and the projectile that is in front of two producers of weapons that have the duty to one another. therefore decided to devise a plan to make them fools, even fools of his friends. a nice way to order mine producers and people who sell guns even if your country rejects war. then that should mean that we do not go to war, but maybe the divorce but at the same time a little 'you like.
to see.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Paint Ball Theme Song

blog & reflexivity


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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Suvs Third Row Seating

First section: alley castelfidardo

New home, new experience, beginning in Padua, in the first few nights new home, the first days after the sun fog that seemed eternal sunrise, the first sector alley Castelfidardo; room, still bare: there will be time to fill it with memories, and persons of color, the first laundry hung on the terrace: watch out for pigeons stationed on the roof, watch the laundry one day, a few time, I can say that is no longer the 'beginning all for the moment no, I want to live as if everything was on the first day, the first day of class , "the concept of field and habitus in Bourdieu," many things that I do not know, increasingly, the first round of the bar: Ubaldo the Stalinist spritz with his secret recipe for the old house first, and then many others up to hear the glasses increase and not remember the number, the doctoral fellows, the mates, who I know and who I meet again, all in the first sector, quadrant and initial reference point.