passagework @ 2006-12-01T01: 23:00
The children I look after are - inexorably, milk-smelling, and the black eyes! Today we have crafted as a gift for the parents an advent calendar. I drew and cut the little girl ate her chocolate, from her heart good beam, while the semi-conscious with the limits of responsibility playing eleven-year-old collected our small contribution - a sky-blue stars with shiny stickers - and stuck together. Finally, before we read of a book.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Milena Velba At The Computer
passagework @ 2006-11-30T15: 30:00
I hope that this letter to you - I hope you are happy, satisfied. An irresistible feeling I took today, a spirit whispered in the ear, that today, a letter must be written. But to whom? Because my own eyes are blurred - yesterday was foggy, we swam through muddy, stony city, and the glaring over blue, even suspicious betting exchange I can only partially give recognition - because it is not possible to collect the thoughts properly, and a letter sent to , design, and mainly because the words do not exist, to paint a picture of * Berlin * -
and because the decision was made to open never in the fall of the mouth where it is not to say essential - at least until the language is lively and independent.
I hope that this letter to you - I hope you are happy, satisfied. An irresistible feeling I took today, a spirit whispered in the ear, that today, a letter must be written. But to whom? Because my own eyes are blurred - yesterday was foggy, we swam through muddy, stony city, and the glaring over blue, even suspicious betting exchange I can only partially give recognition - because it is not possible to collect the thoughts properly, and a letter sent to , design, and mainly because the words do not exist, to paint a picture of * Berlin * -
and because the decision was made to open never in the fall of the mouth where it is not to say essential - at least until the language is lively and independent.
I Need Help With My Sylvania Tv
passagework @ 2006-11-30T12: 16:00
I wanted a letter written to me is impossible. Unconscious? Tired?
- a sin.
I wanted a letter written to me is impossible. Unconscious? Tired?
- a sin.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
50th Birthday Party Ideas For Women
passagework @ 2006-11-29T09: 37:00
"Good day. My name is M -. Today I have an appointment with Dr B -. But I can not find my data book. Would it be possible - I wanted to know if it would be possible - the time "
" At eleven, "
" Eleven?? -.. Oh, thanks, "
" Please, "/ /
"Good day. My name is M -. Today I have an appointment with Dr B -. But I can not find my data book. Would it be possible - I wanted to know if it would be possible - the time "
" At eleven, "
" Eleven?? -.. Oh, thanks, "
" Please, "/ /
Thursday, November 9, 2006
Healthiest Brand Yogurt
passagework @ 2006-11-09T13: 55:00
Elective Affinities is a true book. You can admire the decency that apply Goethe's descriptions. When he did see in my head. As he understands women! And I can only look at the work surface - what must it be an experience to read it if you really permeates this mystery!
Elective Affinities is a true book. You can admire the decency that apply Goethe's descriptions. When he did see in my head. As he understands women! And I can only look at the work surface - what must it be an experience to read it if you really permeates this mystery!
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
What Kind Of Apples Help Acid Reflux
Heine - The Homecoming
In my dark even to life once a
Radiated sweet picture;
Now the sweet picture hereditary
Am I nachtumhüllt entirely.
If the children are in the dark,
is anxious to ban her mind,
And to her fear, she
singing a loud song.
I, a great kid, I sing
Jetzo in the dark;
Does this song not amusing to me but
Hats, free from fear.
In my dark even to life once a
Radiated sweet picture;
Now the sweet picture hereditary
Am I nachtumhüllt entirely.
If the children are in the dark,
is anxious to ban her mind,
And to her fear, she
singing a loud song.
I, a great kid, I sing
Jetzo in the dark;
Does this song not amusing to me but
Hats, free from fear.
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