We promised a long post, long in which to throw all that stuff most of us have struggled, we were amused that we have struggled , baking and so on.
Today I managed to open the doc's 'license' and we all scratched a few hours. I forgot that drunken numbness in the last days, I kept the sun faces and jokes, laughter and maimuţărelile of rain.
I could write, As you say, license language. The ears and prepositions verbs out of Cantemir. It was so original, productive and useful for those interested (and oh, how many are !)...
We could write a sentence, inserts the character logical banks: Another (single) sudoku's perspective "or an anthropological study about guessing the coffee, another about the parrot with Rava jumulitul lucky. Because our Eco- took it before, I have found rich subject, "How a sentence is not license." That's all fetish with paraphrasing well-known titles.
sad songs I have listened if I would be respite gave the sound inside. Pass saves vain, vain to disrupt the networks or high-pitched ringing cela individuals collide at intersections. Sometimes what you hear out too slowly. I'd rather be arrogant then have to grapple with what's outside. A thicker curtain for uproar inside never hurts.
Look, I got some nice moments. I smiled some people. Others watched them scăfârliile and glasses sparkle. I took a walk on Baldovin Nory and someone invited themselves instantly. As a message, "Hi, how are you doing?" Sent colorless avatar asleep. She started to say something rational, lost time, niscaiva comparisons and ... I forgot. :) I tried to escape through the cave to the right. I realized that I could make one or two to college I would die. Not necessarily hungry. If not perhaps we should have paid more with these longings sir.
I said that and I go left. My conscience reproves and while they let their numbers do prefer to wait and disinterested, the clock ran beat.
Thursday will be tears and sighs. We'll be all the bereaved with a touch of whatever (like purple or blue was ribbon). Perhaps it would be like celebrations. Cântelece, poems (maybe not quite as acidic as the trade group.) Blessed is he who has not seen anything in his life off topic.
trying to clean (brush, I would say) the idea that everything is in my mind for a few weeks: it's all a matter of substitution. Of course, implies a greater degree of adaptation to replace a person than a food processor. But it's all the Same, after all. Yeap, I'm a reductionist. Live with it, and replace with SMTH it Suitable That seems more or ... Neah, do not try to die for nothing. That WAS
short, eventually
PS: I do not like ppl stable:)
LE:
's good to look at smart serial license instead of writing.
Pros: you occupy your mind, make you feel cool, however, are brilliant ( Six Feet Under, Wonderfalls ), there are Romanian literature: D
Cons: ,,[...] in Instead of writing license. "
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