(Man Ray)
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Clear Auto Plastic Seat Covers
"I see great potential, but is wasted. A whole generation working in gas stations, waiting tables or being slaves oficinistas.La advertising makes us want cars and clothes, have jobs that we hate to buy shit we do not need. We're the middle children of history, man without goals, we have not suffered a major war or depression. Our war is spiritual warfare, our great depression is our life. We grew up with television that made us believe that someday we'd be millionaires, movie gods, and rock stars. But it will be, and little by little we understand, which makes us very pissed off. "
(The Fight Club)
Friday, April 16, 2010
Home Warranty Systemsprotect
Fractal 78
I chewed passenger screaming in the silence of a corridor inhabited by ghosts. I close my eyes, I'm almost dead and half alive. The head cold, inert heart. Last night I was concerned, the sky and the earth shook in a language screamed unexpected. I prayed, cried black lethargy, melancholy. I imagined him step by step, minute by minute confined with other prisoners in that prison cell, psychiatric hospital, hostel, five-star hotel what do I know?
awoke suddenly, other prisoners were still. They looked as if the world were to absorb and a prayer of forgiveness or a death sentence was not enough to stop that. The humble man recalled a missing person was not in the prison courtyard. He was a former alcoholic, former drug addict, ex pathological liar who remained in the room of the jail. The humble man ran through the halls and some dirty dark place that did not receive tax support, living on alms. He turned into the small room, bounced a few chairs and crossed the threshold of obnoxiously smelly room. There it was paralyzed, her eyes wide, at the height of epilepsy. Then
I wanted to embrace the memory of his arms intact, I wanted to draw his shadow and rip the sky. Why are so happy fools, the soup tastes cold, try putting songs exciting to remember that I am alive and evoke memories sacred in my memory. When nothing seems to work. 
I chewed passenger screaming in the silence of a corridor inhabited by ghosts. I close my eyes, I'm almost dead and half alive. The head cold, inert heart. Last night I was concerned, the sky and the earth shook in a language screamed unexpected. I prayed, cried black lethargy, melancholy. I imagined him step by step, minute by minute confined with other prisoners in that prison cell, psychiatric hospital, hostel, five-star hotel what do I know?
awoke suddenly, other prisoners were still. They looked as if the world were to absorb and a prayer of forgiveness or a death sentence was not enough to stop that. The humble man recalled a missing person was not in the prison courtyard. He was a former alcoholic, former drug addict, ex pathological liar who remained in the room of the jail. The humble man ran through the halls and some dirty dark place that did not receive tax support, living on alms. He turned into the small room, bounced a few chairs and crossed the threshold of obnoxiously smelly room. There it was paralyzed, her eyes wide, at the height of epilepsy. Then
I wanted to embrace the memory of his arms intact, I wanted to draw his shadow and rip the sky. Why are so happy fools, the soup tastes cold, try putting songs exciting to remember that I am alive and evoke memories sacred in my memory. When nothing seems to work.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Wood Screw Support Weight
New publication in
Again we have prepared an article for general information on our pet magazine Actual AJ Las Palmas, which is freely distributed by different establishments in the city.
This time the subject on which we write no room for doubt, is one of the main points of interest of many owners. The sterilization of the pet. No doubt many myths and lies go hand in hand with realities and benefits of this simple surgical procedure. Hence the chosen title could not be more interesting, "Sterilization, myths and realities."
As always you can download the entire article in our box , or if you want to go for Vets Albea, go for your copy. Headlines of course, Thalia.
A greeting and thanks.
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