Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Fotos Infection Erpes

JANUARY 21 AND 22: BILBAO

(photo captured by Miriam Cameros in my debut as a DJ, before leaving home .... zombie style tuned by Andy Clark, the prince of vampires)
After an exhausting and ecstatic Christmas break, I come to load ...
Thursday 21 January at 20.00h. I present my two librakos in Gatazka Gunea (Round 12) and I come back to my roots and my libertarian compis agitation assemblies and universities, k win !!!!!!
and Friday 22 at 20.00h , return to Skolastika (Berastegi 1, 1 IZK.) Josue's lair ...
again have the voice of Kattali Miner, La NiƱa de Hernani
Bilbao sounds good, always sounds good

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Viscosity? No, no. I was going to talk about something else. Yesterday she asked me about? Well. Like I'll tell you. Pretend to be her this time. The room is empty except for three chairs and a window. (I go in, open the door close the door and see the chairs. I choose the former, I feel.) Hello, I'm it. I'll tell you something if I hear it does not matter, just prefer to tell you otherwise. (Road to the window.) I'm a firefly, I told you once. Yesterday I looked in the mirror was the same but I knew that inevitably it was a firefly, I say you do not want, just say it's inevitable. Fireflies just say no, say goodbye a few times and usually just disappear.

(Camino, I open the door, enters the wind.) I could hold you, if you want but maybe not. I have enough cold but you brought strawberries look good, you can leave them on the seat when you leave. (I heard the door close and sat on the edge of the window.) I said I'm a firefly, I do not feel your feet and when the sky will turn orange oxygen here is going to end. (Path to the door, I see no longer opens and I get to mouth a strawberry.)

If the icing had had life and could not move. Of my species can expand. Nobody notices. These things just look in the mirror water. Earlier in the night flying over the ponds and saw my reflection and expanding in waves. Rarely went outside to the inside and I remember every one of those days. Sometimes when I'm drowning I remember the story of Narcissus watching the water. (I try to open the window is closed.) Oxygen is running out here, I see all colors, it's so beautiful. When I feel the end approaching try to remember everything again but still those voices, those damn voices. It feels like trying to memorize a number while someone shouts random numbers. Guess that's why you always remember differently.

Violeta. Respite. Red. Respite. Orange ...

Monday, January 4, 2010

Hybridization Of Cl In Clf2-

soul in silence this time say it ....