Hibachi Scallops Recipe

Hypnos and Thanatos

Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep ', the innocent sleep,
Sleep That knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The Death of Others day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's Feast, -

I have a fucking sleep, the legacy of the beautiful evening of Saturday evening, but for reasons too complicated to be expressed, I have to pretend to be awake and interested.
For this reason, I try to distract me from the eyes that are closed by changing the lay of the journal.
I think I'm in the same session that I used at the beginning, the same that I changed for a reason that I do not remember, and for this, I'll keep it until you will come to me why I stopped using it, or until when I will not be able to finish writing the code for a personal or until I'll find another I like.

and dangling with nothing to say, I can only mark the behavior of certain people, that before you accuse of forcing them to do something against their will, covering words and feelings of guilt, and then continue on their own to commit the same actions, though you do not say anything to them since time immemorial.

Maybe, I'm gaining the ability to manipulate people at a distance (and without meaning to!).
Or perhaps, more likely, the world is populated by hypocrites (definitely not very smart).

Personally, I much prefer the first option ...

Kates Playground Chair

Keine Lust


rintanerò Now I read in bed The Club Dumas and I fear that if the narrative proceeds as the prologue, I'll find myself stuck to the back pages tomorrow morning without having slept a wink and no desire to get up.
dual personalities are being given by deep depression post-bye. definitely is one of the worst things that happen to me to experiment.
I hate goodbye. I hate having to separate from the people after having lived for more than forty-eight hours (which are blessings, those hours snatched from time to time!). Oh, okay, more than from people , the Faun. Depression is reserved for him , of course.
So I am at that stage of deep internal division: on the one hand, I can not wait to get out and meet a friendly face and on the other, I would spend the entire day holed up in the house of tomorrow, cuddled her voice to phone, until Wednesday.
hate goodbye at the station, but even more hate the fact of not seeing the Faun tomorrow.
Ugh.

In any event, a special mention goes to the expedition to the Mines of Moria on Saturday, also known as the Craft Fair .
I wonder how we did not find in the middle of a rally for fanatics Star Wars (all in keeping with Jedi, of course). The thing that really annoys us is that we would have been brutally assaulted, while the Faun would be able to get away with pretending to Joda ... I love Tito! XDD (but not in the literal sense, I swear XDD).

We are the seven,
Judgement of heaven Why do not we know: We are the angels It's revelation
, soul Castigation
Fire will burn us away

The last warning to the community, for tonight, is ; that I look forward to the moment when a trio of very large turds need me (why, I know, will the time when I will be their very useful!). I'll definitely laugh at me, then!
Yes, I un'infida vindictive, so what? There are people who love me for this XDDDD


We're all living in Amerika, Amerika ist wunderbar


(Tribute the song you spin around in my head this morning. And that made me suffer a mess!)