Saturday, March 12, 2011

Tadalafil Natural Source

croissants


this is a recipe I got on the internet long ago, but I liked a lot because this is an easy way to make various pastries or croissants, without being there to make the pastry that takes too long.
ingredients: 500 grams flour
manitoba
250 g potatoes, cooked and mashed 50g butter


70 g sugar 1 egg 1 egg yolk for brushing

1 cube of yeast


milk to taste 1 bag of vanilla

boil the potatoes and mash with potato masher, dissolve the yeast in a drop of milk, mix the ingredients for 15-20 minutes, adding milk if necessary ... but I did not help.
when the dough is very smooth and homogeneous let rise for about 1 hour and a half ... then roll out the dough and cut into triangles to make croissants .. let rise for another 2 hours ... brush with the beaten egg yolk with a little 'milk ... preheat the oven to 170/180 degrees. Bake for 15 minutes
I have them stuffed with nutella but they're also good for Pucci in empty milk for breakfast.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

What Can Be Done With A Nagant Rifle?

Schizophrenia.


-Uh, it's morning! Oh God what is usually done in the morning? Well no matter, I'm late for the subway! (They forget that usually have breakfast in the morning)
- In this house there is never a cabbage to eat, last night I slept like shit, I have not studied anything, I broke out the umbrella and rain as well!
- I wonder what people think about when waiting for the subway? What perhaps is nervous because yesterday he came to know that the extinction of the dodo was caused by men like him. In fact, it disturbs me too. I wonder why that is always in short sleeves even in December, maybe it's an Eskimo mismatched? Toh look! A birdie on the rails! Ah ah ah! How nice everyone is here and to mutter him where he wants it flies!
- Why is there always so many people to the metro? Do not have a dick to do in the morning? Necessarily have to make any delay and break because there are so many people in the morning? That is, I'm not complaining too, but I lament their complaining and shit when we get the meter?!
- Ah Professor, about the homework! I did not study because yesterday I started to compose a sonnet with the metaphysical theme of a puffer fish that was believed to be a herring!
- His material sucks, she teaches like crap and I have not the slightest intention to spend my day reading that book written by shit.
- How quickly pass the day reading Rat Man! Should I do it more often, so then I will not be tired in the afternoon and I can do something fun. By the way, how come you called that guy who painted blue strawberries strawberries to pretend that they were alien and become famous? Or maybe it was just my dream ...?
- Tomorrow I saw. Another day to pretend to be able to withstand some assholes and I shut myself away in a barrel. And it's better that there is rum in it.
- Today I'm doing a walk, the bus is late. Ah, a person smiles at me! And to think that maybe someone else would have thought 'what the fuck do you want this here?'. I no longer know even a kind gesture to reciprocate. As we fell down. They were all like him, maybe the world would be a better place.
- What the fuck do you want this here? If I have to meet certain decerebration is all the fault of those fucking buses are never on time! I want to eat, I'm hungry Judas dancer!
- I think I'm going to draw the guy in the blue strawberries. Or was it pineapple?
- I do not want to draw even. So what I want to get on a sheet projecting my fantasies? Just look outside and everything is destroyed.
- Maybe I should be more concrete ...
- Maybe I should be more gentle and flexible ...
- A cup a hand to his head like a bee!
- they do is make me angry.
- I forgot what to do.
- Whatever I had to do was the usual routine, better still does not remember.
- If a spoon reflects the distorted world and unlike the one hand and the right way other, it is possible that there are really two of me, both wrong, but each with a different perspective on the world. If so is a very wise tsp.
- I do not see what the problem is. Now just because a teaspoon reflected in two different ways does not mean I have to try to straighten. If he is ambiguous none of my business.
- Damn I have finished my china!
- cabbage I finished the insults.
- Ha ha, I wrote a post without realizing it!
- Fatevelo pleasure, bitch.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Female Family Doctor Penis

Why do people think I'm wrong.


Hello people.
Today I want to be a topic that arouses negative emotions in me.
Many of my friends say that I am a fake person, that overstates around to be noticed, to appear different, to be practical in the usual teenager who breaks the balls of others, confident that if it will be noticed and respected by all.

You must understand now, which are divided by two reviewers to me completely different:
those mentioned above, I painted as an eccentric young girl in search of its identity and its place in the world, and instead the of all the doctors and shrinks from which I got to visit, I openly criticize excessive shyness, to hide what I do constantly repressing outlet (apart from the angry, of course) and not being able to be myself even in the presence of my parents.

Now I ask myself: but who to believe?
say that I do not give the views of both is very hypocritical, because they are not a person so proud to think they can stay on top of each trial, either human or divine.

At the end I still have not decided which of them is just say, but we have come to a conclusion: any opinion on which I had decided to give credit, I would not have changed one iota.
is right to point out the faults of others to improve the people, but to issue such judgments cold does not help anyone.
If you really want to improve myself, conoscetemi, interact with me.
My respect is earned, not something that the first gift that passes.
Before Prove to be people who give credit, then, perhaps, on that later.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Why Doe Semen Smell Like Chlorine

Humanity goes to dinner.


organizer evening, of course, Camille. It is an attractive woman, plump, feminine, gender Renoir's painting, the expansion of Corman, the classification of venereal old, outgoing, sociable, Kretschmer cicliotimica seconds. Perfect hostess, a charming, lovable, capable, it creates around him an atmosphere of goodwill and pleasant warmth, and his conversation is not particularly interesting, repeating it for the most views of her husband and father or even the parish priest or the radio, possibly with the addition of some personal emotion. His judgments and his criticisms are unusually harsh, unjust and destructive, since the thought, his inferior function, can play them the tricks.

The house is made with taste and the food is excellent, as her husband is a perfectionist and gourmet needs and discreet luxury.

This husband, Andrew, is in fact an expert collector of old paintings and art objects and has a splendid library. Its authors are Huysmans and Oscar Wilde whose work finds itself. Both the wife's chatter, so he is taciturn, and is now bothered by this meeting and does not understand why we should invite all these people without interest that forces him out of the delicious solitude of his study. However, accepting that his wife entertain social life, knowing from experience that it excels in the art of hospitality and that can provide that side extroverted, open to the outside so that he lacks. He receives guests with a distrust rather cold and detached and shakes the hand of the lawyer to fashion (which he despises), saying 'goodbye' instead of 'good evening', failure to act that his wife tries to clear doubling their courtesy.

The lawyer in question, Loreto, arrived for the first is certainly a well-placed in life, he has done excellent studies and is beginning a promising political career. As young, has already gained fame as an orator, it is clear in their judgments, a perfect logic, able to convince the audience by force of argument, always founded on facts. Abstract thought interests me less, since excels in the practical sense and organizational skills, and makes judgments based largely on factors coming from outside, ie on the values \u200b\u200bhanded down by tradition, environment, education. It is oriented on the basis of objective data.

A little 'later comes the man of affairs in view of the great industrialist, accompanied by his wife.

The industrialist, Serafino, is a man of sense, active, always busy, practical, full of initiatives, directs with authority and intelligence, a veritable army of employees, and its days are overloaded with various occupations, commercial and social. Often, however, lacks security, which means that grasps things only when they become palpable reality. It is well-dressed, but somewhat ordinary, devoid of distinction and finesse, loud, talk too much, drinking a lot and is a terrific eater (dilated type of Corman).
No one understands this pair, or rather the bond that unites it. His wife, Kira, in fact, is silent and enigmatic, like still water and deeper. But the most surprising, and that caught the attention of the hostess, a specialist in human relations, is the influence that this young woman, apparently insignificant, has on her husband, who is the subject, look for the eyes when turns away and asks his opinion on everything. It embodies for him the soul, the inner life, he remained completely unconscious, so that he does on a projection of her own soul.

Kira not outside their own emotions, but accumulates and internalizes, resulting in the creation around him, thanks to this mass of libido, an atmosphere of mystery highly attractive. He has a great passion for music, the purest expression of what he feels, and harmony in the universe, rather than the very existence, she is externalized and is happy.

But here comes Valeriano, it is a medical specialist of sleeping sickness, which does not exercise the profession, given that the patient is not interested in the slightest, but it brings in the field of scientific research - the center of his interests - his own personal ideas and theory. The wife do not see anything, for he does not go out with her, and she whispers that it is former cook, a simple woman, without culture.

finally arrives, breathless, Adrien, the last guest, an aeronautical engineer, who, still panting, and starts to talk about his latest invention, a new type of revolutionary new air . His mind is fervent, but, due to a faltering real sense, it almost never achieves his dreams. Talk about a journey and future plans and, when finally passed at the table, quickly swallowed the excellent course, without even realizing what they eat.

The conversation is animated, they speak of politics, theater, processes, film. Serafino Loreto and keep alive the debate.
Valeriano, by contrast, is silent, because, like many of his peers, feeling awkward and uncomfortable in that society, and only towards the end of dinner, warmed a little, 'out of its silence to get to talk ... of his theory on sleeping sickness, unaware of the reactions of guests in such an argument, it is not a guy who commits few gaffes, as often happens to people ill adapted to the world.
The men listened with some interest, however, Lanfranco follows him, since all that concerns the world of interested in the ideas, Serafino think the practical usefulness of the studies on sleeping sickness, Andrew, aesthetics, and instead simply disgusted with such a subject that disturbs the digestion. Who is most to be pitied his wife, the mistress of the house. At the beginning of a long speech, it has tried in vain to divert the course of conversation, until, tired, lost the thread: the theoretical thinking and stripped of every human emotion, and it escapes it almost feels like an insult, the his face just beaming, he blurs the poor and bored to death. A new lease of life when you get up from the table, then quickly quickly brings Kira Room children and there the two women find themselves in the warmth of maternal love.

A seat at the table remained empty was the place reserved for the poet, Cecile, who did not come and did not even called to apologize, simply having forgotten the invitation. Nestled into the evening in his papers, if they have only diverted en route to the restaurant downstairs, where he ate badly, being short of money. It is basically an inhibited, lanky, with long delicate face. Because he lives outside time and space, it loses another half hour to find his glasses before going out, and so arrive at the restaurant too late. But who cares for eat bad! Gradually casts a look at the Divine Comedy he brought back. After dinner, go for a walk along the Seine, under the starry sky, which makes him shiver in the cold (he forgot his coat, without realizing that we are at the beginning of winter and the temperature is becoming rigid), and Meanwhile, while walking, he composed a sonnet, metaphysical and feel happy. Suddenly you remember the invitation to dinner, but it is too late. Forgetfulness is not an act, which expresses very well the apprehension dell'introverso to go to the company and its extreme shyness. "Patience - you think - it means that I will send my respects to the hostess, and so she will have the best of me! "
Probably he will achieve his intention, but Camille will be able to appreciate such a gift? Yet this Cecile badly dressed - why introverts often neglect - this poor poet slightly ridiculous, his co myopic eyes and vague, that escapes the warmth, conflicts and joys of others, may have composed a poem immortal, which is all that was missed.

-L 'soul and writing
Revisited by Lady rhododendrons.

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This blog is not a blog.

This blog does not contain writings.
This blog is almost no images.
This blog does not have a continuous line of reasoning.
This blog theme change every post.

This blog contains only thoughts, dreams, dialogues, taken for a ride and none of this, this blog contains only what they are, it contains only my way of seeing reality, it contains only my desire suppressed to communicate with others.

It is well written, nor has a specific purpose.

In practice, this blog is not a blog, as I do not really have a true eagle.



-Humm humm in your blog post, you forgot "I'm me, stop point." Cit-One who knows how to do the right reviews.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Dr Loo And The Phaleks Vid

Sometimes a hyena. What happens to an eagle


I go home pissed off like a wild beast, or rather a similarity to the gorilla who has just knocked down yet another mangrove forest.
Outside it rains.
curses.
ignoring the gusts of wind drag sheep as graceful poplar pollen and tsunamis arising from puddles, I start walking in one direction at random.
I discover to my great pleasure that I just walked in the direction of the landfill.
Et voila, he could not miss: a specimen to be almost anthropomorphic adult brain remains incomplete (and probably will remain forever incomplete) that begins with angelic tone:
-AO! A bona, 'ndo're trend?
To which I reply, sounding content:
-For a romantic walk to the bins, not known?
-EC is Tonight 'na party at my friends there.

(I'm beginning to irritate me).

-The term 'sti cocks' you suggest something?

(No continues).

Ah ah ah, I love the kid like you!
- TACI.
-Oh calmed down, I was just ...
-evaporate!
-Fuck you, asshole!
- Likewise, TROIONE!

I admit, sometimes they are just a hyena.
not go away very proud, but it is.
Take it easy.