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<td class=\Looked at his strange, I laughed and laughed pale. In the end to go through what kind of experience will know. Perhaps all happening too fast, I know memory is carrying a lot of pain, but not the memory of comfort, I think I might be just a puppet. Light in the darkness of space in front of the screen that says I do not know how to end the text, that text with a hook full of memories of people in front, dotted with a non-marginal black. Finger lost on the breath exudes smoke, why can not doubt is always ready to come out like smoke. Finally enjoy coffee in the taste of tears, so salty, so bitter. People to sink deep-sea salty, bitter people can not breathe. Remained silent in the night guarding the doldrums. Inexplicable that have moved, but deep in the heart with heart. Erase the black, but also with a touch of thoughts. Who are the story tonight, or a meaningless plays. More like a patchwork in the night sky out of your eyes.
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� � has been used to head down to walk, carefully avoiding the do not know why, always trying to crowd drowned himself slowly, always want your huddled in a small space, or To release the soul so empty right now. Slender fingers tapping on his guitar strings, released into the atmosphere of the open string tightly surrounded by the corrosion of the body. Open interference once beautiful lips singing the song, perhaps the only way to nail his own grief behind in the infinite solid, which be struggling to do.
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� � has been to change the name, I do not know why. My name is the soul of the night offering, perhaps I have been memorial own soul. Night, often thought to remain in the mind fragments of memories and warm to the extreme, people are reluctant to forget the exquisite scene. Perhaps this is the warmth of it. I do not know how the beginning of the end, I do not know how to find cheat on their excuse. Recently wrote a novel [desist] to now I do not know how to continue,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the original text really can not express their own thoughts, perhaps the text can only be sad sad mood to write,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I feel it a trace of happiness it, idle up and soak a cup of coffee, I like the taste of coffee when it is the day you.
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� � no one told me, what am I, and in a letter that says the computer has been used to break loose in the text, as above in the forum seems very happy to share with others in their so-called happiness in general. Do not know the computer I never laugh in front of the mirror upward long-lost feeling their lips, a little machinery.
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� � cold night,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I was open air, perhaps this will keep the winter of that year. Some people say I am a bit masochistic, but I do not know it is a memory, a memorial. Do not know what cases they can to divert me, what picture will be tempting me. I often say that they making a fuss, and perhaps this is to replace real excuse.
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� � write now I do not know how to use words to express my heart come true. Perhaps like those scholars said, the truth it was plain. The grief is no longer with the gorgeous gorgeous piled into one text. Night hurt you, have not seen the stars of the recent flash, night moon, bringing tragedy. The city's night sky and ready, I stood tall. Distant lights and pale in my face, my face also, as in the past with a sneer. Lit a cigarette, exhaled a mass of white. I like to sit on the balcony, while others have been saying is very dangerous, in fact, I was afraid, but I like that feeling. Downstairs in traffic, the flow of people downstairs.
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� � The world is complex and not what I want simple. Always think things to do right is right, and believe that their right to a clear conscience. Since when is something I started with a number of concerns, what is it when people say I have become stable. In fact, it is not me. Now a little bit of ice piercing room, I still shaking.
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� � Cleveland today's clever little cloying sweet, today's Coke can not always take the chest stuffiness. Of his mouth or his mouth open is not a coincidence Cleveland, outer wrapping paper printed above, \I also appreciate a little less than a romantic feeling, but feel like there is a bitter, like coffee. Stomach hurts now, had two slices of pain medication also did not improve, the head pain was followed up and used to sleepless nights that are not sleepy, a man accustomed to the night, suddenly did not want anyone to disturb his quiet.
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� � off and do not know what to write, the text now, how many people go to a serious look, even from the beginning to understand how many people read the reader's feelings, is often said not to look my text. I do not know it was not a lazy person, do not read the text on the rush of comments on the text, is the author or the reader's funny sad. Head against the window hands on the keyboard, the name of bulk mechanical scattered text, whether people like me read your mind now,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or can be said that monologue. I often ask myself what it is, there is no answer. Yes ah, I'm what it is. Why will feel how weak, why was such a worry. Long-lost dream of doing to your heart tonight if you can give me a gentle dream. I do not look real to me much, I just give me a little heart in a dream. This is tonight, which is tonight.
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� � listening to a song that remind me of one mind, so what. I have heard my heart cry but can not find the export to tear growled. Soft shadow is not the original pure, warm flavor of ice water is not a once passionate, dark figure that turned away from me also. Why kind of woman would have to fit what would be me, but I wonder if I they fit others. Often give the taste of sadness, the noise of my own emotions, or his bow blindly.
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� � my eyes filled with confusion, loss of color. Like a dry Grottoes. The future like a movie that the general desire to keep the flash. I blindly immersed in them, everything is forgotten no longer have. Not wanton with a stunning smile dimples, yes, I had a dimpled smile. Eyes closed in the past has been the flash of an instant. Thoughts began to devour the sad prelude to notice no longer has a sad, fear began to spread, and better all run counter to everything that is called being crazy from the start.
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� � sitting next to me now, who else would listen to me play the guitar, and now who would want to drink with me eating one Clifford Wang Zi. Blossoming like a song in the last release [eternal sleep], there are still and lonely song I heard,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I heard the cold, I heard a choking unprovoked mood nameless, but heard the gushing enthusiasm of extradition. Despair that there is the sound bite. Quiet in all my despair, waiting for the arrival. I still remember the lyrics of a song called the Deathly Hallows.
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� � hide behind the shadow of the kind, beyond the cruel sun,
� � as the hunting and killing to survive, we are children of the night was cursed.
� � thousands of years, we have to fight the presence of undisturbed,
� � from dusk to dawn we bear our suffering and enduring.
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� � invaders polluting our graves, crosses burn our skin,
� � many times you can kill us, but we will always survive, to survive the pain, agony.
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� � death and decay, pale flavor,
� � For those of us neither heaven nor hell,
� � only erythema on the skin only can be proved,
� � past days have been dreary existence.
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� � was dead lover kiss you will fall into the dream,
� � regeneration of you because you are sad areas of our King.
� � day, when the sun kill us with countless suns,
� � cold dark den that can be me and my salvation.
� � death and decay, pale flavor,
� � For those of us neither heaven nor hell,
� � only erythema on the skin only can be proved,
� � days have past dreary existence.
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