Thursday, January 27, 2011

How-to Make Skate Sharpener

is easy, but rare, the love.

"Well," he says, a little still dazed, swallowing. No knows what else to add, so again, - Well.


Both are lying in bed, his hair wet with sweat and naked bodies cool. The two stared at the ceiling of the room.


Will, getting no response, it was a little concerned. Turns head toward her.


have long hair spread all over the pillow, and red appear brighter and more insolent against the whiteness of the case. It is a mesmerizing contrast. Will has always believed color that did very well to Helena, attracted attention, is to note about the rest. A red blazing a vocal, demanding of attention. Her green eyes are lost in the ceiling, looking ecstatic furtive spots of moisture. On his brow slightly furrowed and his eyes shine calculator, Will follows that is focused on some train of thought. Helena always tends to remain in limbo some deep thought when attacked.


him, not wanting to disturb her, he turns his eyes to the ceiling also lost in his own meditation.

feels raw, torn and feelings to the surface. Where her lips have kissed him, feeling the goose bumps, a constant tingling.


not realize that his hand has been dragging Helena, even bordering on it. Skin soft and clear, with thin fingers, delicately beautiful. He grabs and lifts. Both hands clasped.

The dreamy gazes, and wondered how he did not realize before. How could he be so blind.


These

the hands are perfect for each other. They are great and together, united. They are brilliant y. .. and Will believes that in love with the pale hand, because it seemed, really, most wonderful in the world. Until his hand looks beautiful next to hers.


Then Helena seems to notice the contact and see his hands clasped, still in the air. Will can swear that has seen him smile a little, before lowering.


look at the ceiling again, again, and Will was very frustrating situation. He knows she is, but I was hoping that something was different. At the end of the day, the unthinkable happened. Something had wedged between them.


- So bad have I been? She asks, in a desperate attempt that she quit her impassive.

"No, that is," replies Helen inmediatamente. "Your male ego can feel safe.

"It's a relief to know.


silence settles between them again, however, this time is less harsh, a little nicer.

A while later, it is she who breaks it.


"It was very odd, Will said, turning her head to look at him for the first time .- Very strange.

- A rare for a rare good or for evil? "He questioned, staring into her green eyes. Those eyes will always have an expression that puzzled him. Too deep, too dark.

"I do not know," without more. Will sure that it is the first time I heard admit to not knowing something from who knows.


She says nothing more, and he does not dare to ask. However, their hands still clasped and Will that is more than enough for now.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Chocolathow Many Calories

of satanic rituals with chickens

"You're going to fall, she

Cassie turns startled, thought he was alone in that place.
The boy is sitting in a corner with his back against the opposite wall. The shadow of the building makes it difficult to distinguish, however, she sees him.
is the new kid in town, that they say is a criminal, that their parents could tolerate and their antics and that people were exiled away from the hand of God. Nicole says her sister had been in a reformatory. Cassie can not see his appearance because of the darkness of the corner, yet she knows how he is, it never takes his eyes off when the boy walks through the village. Neither she nor anyone in reality. In a place as small as it was that people, someone like him did not go unnoticed.
is tall and dark hair, Cassie recalls that has many tattoos and several pircing.

-Get off at once will you? Repeats, fixing her blue eyes, although that Cassie can not see.
"But I do not want to lose.

again resume their game of balance on the wall around the roof. It is the tallest building in town, but still no more than two floors, she has always liked the heights and the people that's all the excitement that can obtain. Make balancing on the wall, at the risk of grass affixed to the ground.

I do not care what you want, brat, "he says, with a peevish tone," If you fall say that I pushed. Everyone here thinks I'm some kind of abuser of kittens. Or something.
- And do not you?
-No. Get out.
"No," mimics, with a smile. If I fall from here, as much I shall leave a couple of bones. I can say you are innocent.
-Ja, of course. -Ironic. And your parents will think you've fallen madly in boy bad as I passed all self-righteous, and believe you are trying to protect me. I denounce and people will go crazy, because it is likely that nothing happened so exciting for millions of years in this place, began to invent things, motivated, such as "I stole the satanic sacrificial chickens and made them" and clear , my parents, I think they are capable of anything just because I have a ring in the eyebrow, believe that telling the truth and I surrender to the cops and I locked in a reformatory horrible, and when she reaches the age of majority, go to prison inmates and veterans there will make me his bitch because I'm new flesh. "And you know what? I like my ass as is, "he adds. All this will weigh on your conscience the rest of your life.

Cassie blinks a few times before bursting into laughter.

"How dramatic.
"It could happen.

Cassie nods, solemn, and down the wall.

"True," replies could ocurrir. and sits on the floor, on the wall opposite him. Face to face "My neighbor has stolen two chickens and Nicole, my sister says you're a vandal because wearing studs. I wanted to report you, but I persuaded her.

The boy is silent, not knowing if you're making fun of him, or conversely, is trying to joke and be funny. He looks and realizes that she too is looking, with blond eyebrows raised and a knowing smile. Decides that, after all, that town is not so bad.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Shooting Of Tarak Maheta Ka Ulata



- I once had gray eyes, like you, "murmured almost in a dream. And certainly, once many years ago when I was little, her eyes were gray, silver liquid. But as time had gone dark, as his own soul, to become two irises black, Like the depths of the abyss. But I lost, Peter. I lost my gray eyes like so many other things.

Peter watched unperturbed as he always was, sparingly stroking the dark hair ripples Hollie. She knew not only about the color of his eyes, but he was undressing an important part of herself. Peter was aware that the eye color was not important, really.

- You have not lost, dared to say, after a moment's thought. I'm sure are still there, somewhere.

Hollie

was too tired to respond right away. Morfeo was mercilessly dragged into her world, but still managed to turn and look at her face, with eyes downcast.

- No, Peter. I lost, "she whispered, not without effort. The words felt heavy and thick in his throat. But I came back to find you.

With those last words fell into a peaceful sleep and comforting. A dream of those who have succeeded only when Peter, on those rare occasions, she stayed with her.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Is Dermographism An Autoimmune Disorder

Something is triggered, but he does not react. Forget

When I see, it seems Glitter is surrounded by dirty. Gris. Maybe that's the dark smoke of cigarette smoke that the boy, or it may be just the aura that follows. The gray eyes watching the road stubbornly, apparently indifferent, but Hollie has always seen beyond and know that those eyes hide many things. Pain and bitterness, unfulfilled expectations. Exile. Pressure on your back, pressure on the darker spots in his eyes. Pressure and loneliness.
feel a bit weak and flimsy. He has never been anything like it, because he has never seen anyone like him. It includes almost immediately and not think too much, because why? Never think too much things much less of that type, nonsense.

"You can smoke inside," he says again with him. The boy looks blankly and she said the brothel door. The boy looks at the cigarette still dangling from his fingers. It is a moment watching fascinated as consumed slowly. As life, he thinks.

When he looks up, she is still there. Large black eyes and a mane of wavy darkest.

"I know," she says, shrugging one shoulder. I wanted to take the air.
-Ya. A gift from friends who think as more like them than in what you like to you?

can not help but smile back. It's just what she has said. Liam and the rest of the kids birthday only think one way. Fucking.

- Do you work here? He asks suddenly, realizing that the girl is probably a prostitute, or at least stripper.
- Does it matter? -Questions with a soft voice. Too soft.
"Actually, no.

Hollie comes over and removes the cigarette from his hands, rubbing his fingers deliberately and taking it to the fleshy lips made up of deep red. He feels something a little liquid and thick sliding into it. A new and unknown weight in the stomach. She gives a deep drag, savoring the flavor, as if it were a non-bitter chocolate and exquisite snuff.

"Do not mind this either," asks with a mischievous smile, pointing his cigarette taken away.
Not at all.

would be a great time to kiss her, but do not know if it's normal to want to kiss someone who does not know, however, she seems to expect it, because their lips parted pleading. Known to be brilliant doing so, he would love and spend the best night of his life. I sensed. But do not dare. He has never been pulse, unlike her, he always need to think about things, analyzes them carefully and then decide, after much deliberation, if worthwhile.
The girl seems to notice and smile with sadness, but no sign of feeling hurt by rejection.

"I have to work, turns and walks into the room with steps sinuous feline. When it comes to the door, turned to him I will be here tomorrow too, if you're interested.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Best Epilator For Arms

. Reinventing

Forgot
him as one forgets a birthday. One day not to think of it, again and again, and the next FAQ! faded from his mind. And not even realized that I no longer think of him.

That fleeting love can be .

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Machine Washing Dickies Backpacks



need a change.
Sometimes when you are not satisfied with what he does, it's good to back, erase everything and undesirable re- start.