Apap 325/butalbital 50/caff

I did not choose to wander in the woods. But eventually the animals as I always end up with back to where they came from and where they belong. The dense jungle does not frighten me, or rather attracts me and calls me and recognize me. A sosrta osmosis between drop and sea. And as time pass on you, the tracks change every hour. I heard once that smell. Now I recognized. A kind of rapture fills you when one of your senses, perhaps more acute than the creator has given me, comes in the drawer closed and opens them in bulk, as if looking for an old test too well hidden even from herself , between the socks, including undergarments, and throwing passes in bulk here and there in all that it finds you. Figs finds. It is a glimpse of awareness, lighting, storage in excess of images and sounds: pure essence. Time changes things, but not remove. Or rather, do not remove this you are. I cast. I do for a living. Hunting the truth, hunting mistakes, weaknesses and drive out the beauty. I give chase to the silences that are just wrappers of something precious, I give chase to the nature, essence, to the depths of things. I see. I feel it. I listen. I taste. I touch. I feel it. That 's what I do because I'm good at it, I'm able to do so and in the thick of the forest, between a whistle and flirt sfrugnare of the leaves, I feel I am of the same activity that feeds me. I am a hunter. Cassandra knows.

Nightform Infant Positioner Materials

There is a law in real life

impressed at all What

law that moves the stars in the sky

in a concert of harmony

And in earth colors sings

Nature

sings in Nature

and inter sings colors

of Naura

sings in Nature.

Crazy Bathroom Designs

I have to stop me sweetener

No. I'm not back. I'm not really even ever match. I came down from the moon to find myself on Mars. Possible? Yet I had faith in the strength of gravity of the small planet blue. I feel dehydrated from my good spirit and there is gatorade can support. It happens all really! Emily marries and gives up his fight against the hypocrisy of the clergy as my faith evolves into a handshake with the Creation; Cynthia gives birth to a male as tradition has it: now you can say that the name will follow. I'm running, running here and there, above and below and also on the right and Amanco. I run to run each direction. I cover the holes and plug the holes, paint the walls inside that graying medicine department at the hospital because girls do not recall the moment all my life and acts as a sponge to wash the dirt floors that could collapse. Could. Conditionally. If. + If provided, then + accordingly. But it is said. Sprinkled the troubles which rest on the furniture being now too experienced to believe it's never really over. Not everyday you inward to me, provides the firm and authoritative voice of conscience. The priorities continue to change even though the scale is stationary. Can I scream? Excuse me, what is the form to apply for a cry as it should? No, not a puff. No look, I do not need to sing. I have to just cry. As is expected in Italy? I mean I have to go to Spain to scream? But they give you fines apocalyptic because overtaking a truck that goes to thirty! Imagine. I've already left my circle closed in the cleaning station. Recollect dirty word, but so what for? Here is all you need ... I used to me. Save me from the waters of a troubled past, infondetemi hope in the possible future ... not you, occhidelfo, not you. Genres you smile and you have good reason. You have the intellect and depth, which is now in short supply everywhere, and why. I only have a weight in my chest that travels every day take my breath away. And bubbles bubble bubbles rather like a plate of steamed barley. No soup. No handling. Just pause for a moment. Just stop to hear a second. One moment. May not be able to share more.