That
Thursday, April 16, 2009
What's An Acrostic Poem For The Word Islam
That
I run every morning from one place to another with my clown shoes that I bought by mistake a day when I felt juventona. I go up and under stairs carrying things up and down, I get on benches, classify, clean and tidy, I have practical ideas, solve things by phone, go to meetings and answer emails and text messages, sometimes over 200 in one day. A working week without moving your ass to the chair of 14 to 22 and in addition to intelligent and productive sometimes I'm a doctor perceptive and brilliant as those seen on the TVs in the gym in front of the treadmill. But when bedtime counting everything I did (because if between day and night did not put that mattress quietly review what happened on the day and make a mental list of what will happen the next day I feel that sleep is like dying), the sum gives me zero or nearly zero. Very few nuts.
But I think the days when I do nothing, which happened drifting from bed to living with a book and computed from morning until night, when the balance I think I did a lot of things. Today I did nothing but to finish Lata Hair and Vollard's book on Degas, Renoir and Cezanne that had started weeks ago, making five kilos of quinces raw and take my grandson # 1 to the square and feel it was a day well spent.
If you look at some of the text messages I received yesterday and today you will see what my life is evaporated (they are all seriously sic):
1. Ma, a meat orno d for 15 days can Komer?
2. Give me the plumber q num lost it again?
3. Dra I have the penis ke ongos I wear?
4. Doc toy d felis cure me of the kiero mucho diarea
5. S ABES gomspuma that sells?
6. I go to chaco dengue ke ago?
7. S usceptibilidad is the same as idiosyncrasies?
8. Tas dpieta? Ymame
to read every message I have to find my glasses and glasses I lost at least five times a day and write I have to use two hands, one holding the phone and the other clumsily typing with one finger. But they do not know. They ongos in the penis, but are well and have a working thumb, allowing them to send texts in the collective dorapa with one hand and without looking.
If I settle for the smoke would be happy but I bustles stubborn of all the plans I have: ideas for painting, sewing, cooking, and the day never reached me and if I reach not reach me. Time is like me get water and I'm trying to concentrate on doing only what is essential. I'm trying not to stop writing and I can hardly find two or three hours available. So do not write about more in the block and think it should find time to retire as Greta Garbo, let it die like James Dean, leaving a corpse not say young but not decrepit.
not harass me: if you want to have to read the 902 previous posts socotroco add up to make a book of Laiseca.
Though you must know how to ask him not to return. Watch it to Charly.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Disney Leather Engraving Bracelets
My second favorite appliance
electrocuted 
electrocuted
The palette is magnificent. If you want you can wash it when it is off, provided no mechanism to get water. But the interesting thing is not necessary to wash because the fly does not stamp it without being glared out juice. You see them die casting divine sparks. If they are too big they're like those on death row in U.S.: kicking and sizzle for a while and then left half bewildered but still alive for several days. A green hornet after electroshock went home overnight half lame and the third or fourth day flew out the window. I had no courage to electrocute him once again survived the first treatment.
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