Saturday, October 31, 2009

Vomit Burp Stomach Flu

TuttoPube Katanese

The Paths of the grandmother in Japan between tomorrow and the other Tomorrow

"TuttoPube the Katanese"
* Episode 5 of 6

The train had arrived but the journey was still long, collected backpacks and a few steps down a new ticket was waiting for the six traveling companions. Here aired the usual scene: everyone to affirm their own vision supported the idea on what was the right direction as the correct bus, the quickest route or most economical, only the engineer, weary of constantly solving problems did not participate the race leaving fellow white paper on everything. He stood aside and looked around thinking to himself "Mado 'are the highest in the station. No one is more taller than me. This gives me that social advantage? "
Milvia had thrown up a Japanese asking her friend about how to go on the island of Mihajima she persisted in calling the Monkey's Island. Mrs. Midori after poking around incessantly between his memoirs looking for an unlikely island of the monkeys had a happy inspiration "No Monkeys! Bambies! Bambie's island!" the prompts were not further heard also because the group was not traveling on any stupid island; that specific place, Mihajima, however, had already been seen a few days before but had the mental capacities of Milvia definitely succumbed to fatigue, the syllables tended to merge with each other and any of its statement was in fact a jumble of meaningless sounds.
A second attempt to hijack the group to Shinjo, was stopped a few meters from Milvia the engineer who had clearly and finally, a response on the social benefits of its height "Shinjo No, no, nor Toposhinjo or anywhere else you say to go, "he said categorically. Tuttopube that once again he felt his hand immediately began to contradict Katana clasp.
Sicily shone The glittering steel in Japanese a day of sun.
That sword forged by Hephaestus directly, or at least so it was said, in the secret forges Etna, had spent generations Tuttipube free to finish in his hands, the last heir of a tradition of brutal revenge, justice ordeal and rivers of arterial blood.
The legend wanted the greek God, convinced by Prometheus to create the most lethal weapon that could handle as a result of its client dell'incatenamento a mountain, it was decided to give two travelers weapons produced by his anvil, the his hammer and his lame talent.
A first person, an incredibly tall man, he chose the Philippines sticks on the second, the grandfather of Tuttopube precisely, he was not the katana. Prometheus, however, had requested a 'weapon and only one, prophesied that the mountain one of the two would one day near or far, proved its superiority over the other.
clash in living memory never took place.
The man of sticks was hired by the Philippine Pygmies who were engaged in their long war, one day, returning from a battle, tired but especially unaccustomed to the size of dwellings in that remote country, violently slammed her head against the crossbar a door and died, as you asserted that man had a son and that her son was with him to his mind there was no way to trace the boy or sticks.
Hephaestus which would always known the answer on the other hand did not solve the issue; polytheism in the disappearance of the matrix greek-roman European cultural horizon did the rest drowned in the final question and answer muddy waters of oblivion. Muddy at least until then.
" you use as a mark of meat shouted to Altoneen never won points against the blade.
"I am the Tuttopube Katanese and now you too will experience the elegance of pain"
The dawn of a grin lit up her face anything but surprised the engineer. A

next Saturday for the fifth episode: Neither the sea nor the forest .

* The phrases in italics were really spoken by Japanese people on earth real. The six episodes that make up this little story they want to try to inserijavascript: void (0) re these measures otherwise scattered and unconnected in a coherent framework. The characters that appear, heavily caricatured, can not and will not therefore have no bearing on reality.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Saint Benard Newfoundland Pups

Among the thoughts of Montemario [4] The

The Paths of the grandmother in Japan tomorrow and another tomorrow

"Among the thoughts of Montemario."

* Episode 4 of 6

"That is a promise made to a dream?" Montemario breathed deeply, and the blurred vision from a cataract that rarely left him gliel'avrebbe truce, that do not leave me now.
"Vale a promise made to a dream? "It was a question that had set many decades ago on a journey of memories which had merged and hidden in a piece so impenetrable that he did not know if it was Mikkeli in Finland, Norway and Tanzania. Tanzania is the exception then we never been rhymed but at the moment so could be part of the list. As the fascinated avevavno sounds, rhythms and rhymes. Many years. Many years ago.
The answer must be no. A promise is not a dream. Or should not apply in view of the inexhaustible strength of character necessary and frankly, I think, also incompatible with the management of Milvia in recent years had also added the poor Roger. There was even room for think to aspire to be happy, let alone be for real. A few minutes before he re-saved the life of the wife trying to photograph a ferret backing away slowly brought the hair to the extent of cigarette distracted and unaware of a Japanese boy. Do not make them catch fire in the neck was titanic undertaking. The cataract was relentless, but at least this time was a little weaker of his still enviable attention and agility. "Do not touch my brain" told her angrily and his wife initially "" It 's this what you mean when you say that you have to constantly look after my life? " then asked her, very loving.
"The Patience is a virtue dead " muttered to himself before diving back into her silence, the shelter of his thoughts to rummage Trai memories that were like the first ever in Mikkeli, more specifically at the entrance of a small cottage on the banks of a of a thousand lakes.
not disappoint asked that dream. He overnight Finnish "Yes it was Finland, the sauna was the entrance of the chalet," he remembered, had promised that he would not, he would not disappoint in that dream the person who had requested it, sarebe disappointed that not of himself. What was promised in the face but did not remember that nonsense, neither the name nor always fight for what and what never give up.
"What nonsense, that nonsense," he muttered.
However, the answer was no. A promise is not a dream. "He died the promise. Better her than me "he thought. The dream will die.
very much alive and instead were Altoneen Tuttopube: a present for those who like him undeserved killing his dreams.
"Pisellami! is telling you that bird. "Screamed Tuttopube indicating yet another heron sull'ennesimo stream. "What you said is inconsistent and unnatural," said the engineer altered.
"A present undeserved," thought the old Montemario. Meanwhile
Milvia was talking to fourteen "You know, dear, the grandmother does not have the capacity for abstraction between the paper and the reality"
"Grandma, what you said does not mean shit." Roger replied.
Here.
That's right.
undeserved.
Montemario sad and muttered incomprehensible words. "You said something darling?" He asked his grandmother. "Patience is a virtue dead," he said, almost shouting. Then he sighed bitterly'll marriage is to try to solve two problems that you would not be alone. "


A next Saturday for the fifth episode: Tuttopube the Katanese .


* The phrases in italics have been really spoken in Japanese land by real people. The six episodes that make up this little story they want to try to inserijavascript: void (0) re these measures otherwise scattered and unconnected in a coherent framework. The characters that appear, heavily caricatured, can not and will not therefore have no bearing on reality.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Mini Replica Lombardi Trophy

Pollopopea [3]

Paths of Grandmother: Japan tomorrow and another tomorrow.

"The Pollopopea: Roger Vs Milvia Grandma."
Episode 3 of 6



"Of course, two spaghetti sayonara now I WOULD BE just fine." Roger gave the first, confused, signs of appetite. "Or even a glass of sushi close to home," he thought, rubbing his hands. They were almost there at the station "Grandma you're sleeping?" He said, turning to Milvia.
"No, dear Roger. are awake as a weasel . "Nonna said Milvia cheating with the choice of the noun to its actual conditions. Roger
immediately understood the temporary lack of clarity of my grandmother and wanted to take this opportunity to take revenge on the former fool of transferring the ridiculous old lady with whom he had previously covered him. The destiny that God is evil, however, already waiting for him, armed with a cigarette, patience and orange shoes. A mere matter of time. Thus began
vindictive. "You know grandma is so different here ... we have always been treated so well. We ate very well ... "And
this far, so good.
"The friendliness of the people ... the 'host' So far so good

"The efficiency ... punctuality "
All right, all right.
"Heat ..."
The problem is not the fall
" Tourists here is sacred. Not like it is in Europe : "But the landing
:
" A chicken to be milked. "
Roger was left with a resounding own goal but his grandmother was the good of his wisdom from peers and began to pontificate 'It is true, my child. "answered" In Europe, climbing on the edges while milking the chickens .
Draw: Ruggero a, a grandmother.
"But ultimately it is our fault," he continued, "we can not respect us and if you do this, you see ..."
Cesarini was in flood zone, was preparing the leg of the Champion:
" This means that we of broiler really breastfeed. "
Grandma defeated 2 to 1, but Roger, Milvia, it was known, when you put really was unbeatable. One, perhaps the only, anthropomorphic beast which had the indiagnosticabile Alzaimher because, even to be affected, the disease would not lead to visible changes from the usual physical and verbal conduct.
Roger was a smug smile of satisfaction, the grandmother rather unaware of the meaning of what happened was looking for a handkerchief to dry as a trickle of drool left corner of the mouth. Uu overweight man and his dew, came to her rescue with his huge-towel and his patience. Montemario that Grandpa was sitting there beside Grandma Milvia I always check the physical conditions of support for looking like an old love could still do more.
put back again to fix the towel Grandfather the vacuum in the same place regularly interrupted by the first tremors of the little local train which moved him look a little taller, a little further to the right. A little higher. A little further to the right.


* The phrases in italics have been really spoken in Japanese land by real people. The six episodes that make up this little story they want to try to put these measures otherwise scattered and unconnected in a coherent framework. The characters that appear, heavily caricatured, can not and will not therefore have no bearing on reality.

Wm. Rogers Mfg. Co Value

always on the next trip:

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Dslr Camera Bag Stylish

train to Kamikochi [2]

Paths of Grandma In Japan between tomorrow and another tomorrow.


"train to Kamikochi."
* Episode 2 of 6.

" I already addressed this problem: it is a logical and not physical change " The sentence was followed by a silence of admiration and even convinced the car of the train suddenly seemed to have lit a light crystalline intelligence.

While people would feel reassured to be any valid claim and that, although devoid of real meaning, was greeted with general satisfaction. It was not necessary to leave the train, charged with new backpacks on their shoulders, arguing loudly in front of a map or be in front, again, an 'other timetable laid only in Japanese. It rattled to the peaceful valley Kamaguchi slipped from the local deity of the western Japanese Alps. Eastern or maybe.

reassured fellow travelers, the engineer plunged in its candy, bought in a supermarket a few minutes before. "It's like eating a cloud " he thought with delight.

"How much is 9400 ?". A dull darkness fell back fast in the car. Roger, all the fourteen year old fashion and shorts, some time between mixed thoughts clearly demanding, wanting to know what corresponded to € 9400 in yen, had eliminated by the application that the parties considered unnecessary. The answer was welded in the laughter and not in numbers, but not impermalosito dome, pointing to his green eyes and angry towards the person who laughed in the most coarse, the one with a body of a monkey and a dickhead , and after he repeated to himself his mantra "I wear light and reason with my myths and my fantasies." went to the threats " for 10 minutes I'll give you even breath ... . The already dense darkness became even more dense, high laughter. Ruggero including the time and opted for the frustration and silence now defeated by directing the eyes on the landscape that was outside slowly.

On the train window the rice rush, the first alternate to cemeteries, then monotonous neighborhoods of small houses with 2 floors. Occasionally a heron rested on a sheet of water, stood by to make sure, slipped the beak in the water, and then, presumably sated, again on a flight ..

The engineer was replacing his Sigma 17 X 70 X 70 with the 200, an objective which the elongated cylinder and he had brought as dowry the nickname "Doomsday . After some shots, his traveling companion, a wordy guy, and afroeuropeo ipertricotico, asked him to make some pictures with his equipment, after weighing all that much of God, and undecided about what to do with the mind of buttons, wheels and written lowercase looking up "How does the machine ?" churches; caustic engineer replied, "You will end inside the eye." Tuttopube point feeling pride, looked at the engineer and motivated to bring the dialectic battle on land most congenial to him "" usually high and dry ... let us have a big race? "retorted. Engineer Altoneen not picked up the challenge and when Tuttopube started so then it was impossible to stop him and the footage was mostly already known, statements like "I do not pants, tonight I am ready "and" Wives and Lovers not put a nigger "had already been recycled several times. A smile of circumstance and the I-pod would have been sufficient.

Grandma Milvia meanwhile, distracted watching the joke of the companions, was completely focused in trying to unravel all those little knots that made that trip a ganglion of emotions without solution; advanced age not help her but he consoled himself with thinking that the clarity was not always in the background. He thought he met in Hiroshima a sunset in August, thought the 1000 cranes Sadako and his eyes moved. She thought of the grace of Tsuwano away where his ears had subsided in the shadow of silence red Torii of 2000.

" However I know that if I win the lottery I do all the gold teeth " The engineer Tuttopube resisted and tried to concentrate again and in vain, the attention to itself.

thought the hills of Nara, a beautiful sunny day, for free and tame deer that his hands were rough and tired octogenarian stroked constantly. He thought the incense penetrating which led into a long meditation on the secret meaning of his modest existence in Todai-ji temple in Kyoto.

" I think if you would be less high cagassi " Tuttopube meanwhile continued the battle with the engineer going to mock the constipation. The grandmother apparently

intestinal immune to other people's events continued to fantasize. Only a slight sense of disgust weighed down his eyes.





* The phrases in italics have been really spoken in Japanese land by real people. The six episodes that make up this little story they want to try to put these measures otherwise scattered and unconnected in a coherent framework. The characters that appear, heavily caricatured, can not and will not therefore have no bearing on reality. In short, my friends, no one will feel offended, except the guy with the monkey's body naturally.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Men Nikinpants, 05553

Excellent ...















Burns: Some men hunt for sport,
Others hunt for food,
The only thing I'm hunting for,
Is an outfit that looks good...

See my vest, see my vest,
Made from real gorilla chest,
Feel this sweater, there's no better,
Than authentic Irish setter.

See this hat, 'twas my cat,
My evening wear - vampire bat,
These white slippers are albino
African endangered rhino.

Grizzly bear underwear,
Turtles' necks, I've got my share,
Beret of poodle, on my noodle
It shall rest,

Try my red robin suit,
It comes one breast or two,
See my vest, see my vest,
See my vest.

Like my loafers? Former gophers -
It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
But a greyhound fur tuxedo
Would be best,

So let's prepare these dogs,
Mrs. Potts: Kill two for matching clogs,
Burns: See my vest, see my vest,
Oh please, won't you see my vest

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Best Of Lightscribe

-714 Electronic

Playlist della settimana - 714a









Dub Psychosis - Placebo - Rare
Bumper Ball Dub (Karmacoma) - Massive Attack Vs. Mad Professor - No Protection
Idioteque - Radiohead - Kid A
Around the World - Daft Punk - Homework
All Mine - Portishead - Portishead
Girls - Death In Vegas - Lost In Translation soundtrack
Machete - Moby - Play
Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack - Mezzanine
Body Movin' (Fatboy Slim mix) - Beastie Boys - Body Movin 'Remix CD
Feeling Good - My Brightest Diamond - Dark Was The Night