Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Peter Doig Acheter Poster Canoe

Clinical depression and whiskey in the sclera. Fifth episode.



was missing a short time, only a few minutes. Just enough time to caress again Larish, who was waiting with me, and would begin. A red sun began to rise, my companions were quietly behind the dunes and waited for my order. In the distance, the orange powder was higher and the sound of thousands of footsteps became deafening despite the lighter sand covering the breath of the hawks from exploration. Dared to attack. They had decided to close the door that we were able to open up so hard ... They had to die, or we could not return.
Now! Larish lifted, and she cried with me to my subordinates and peers:
- Stand up! I want their heads! -
began with me running towards them, without shouting, without shouting, as I had taught them. The silence is more frightening.
The first row led me mowing the first who had so much effrontery pararcisi from front to protect their leader, the man who wanted to slaughter in person.
I saw him, he ran towards me, but his sword was less hungry than mine.
Larish yelled, screamed, howled and growled. Rise of excitement when a blow against the vibrai Kruor.
- Come on, open your eyes. -
A warm voice, deep, female ... Around me a breath I can only define as a huge ... Great, you feel like a giant bellows ...
- Uff ... Come on, wake up! -
I opened up my eyes, still in shock over the dream, so vivid to feel the taste of sand in the mouth. It was dark, but not altogether, there was some shade, I could see something more clearly. A warm hand on his chest, along with another feeling still vague, as one, in fact, two bites at the ...
- AAAH! THAT FUCKING PAIN! WANT TO GET THAT SHIT FROM BREAST OF THINGS? TOGLIMELE! -
I was now fully awake, still felt the spear that pierced me, I do not know how hung, arms and legs seemed to be pulling in different directions, my back was to disconnect.
- Come on, is not so bad. Exaggerated, you're a big man ... Give me a moment. -
- DICK! DICK! DICK! -
- Up, is almost over, idiot. The puppy usually capricious. -
- PUPPY BUT A DICK! AND LET ME ... -
The pain disappeared. My body was immobile, but the pain was gone.
- I told you to wait, right? -
- What ... I ... You ... done? - I was exhausted. Not everything. Partly exhausted. Ah-ah.
- I only stopped for a while 'sensitivity to pain, I need you finish. And do not think stupid things! - I raised an eyebrow
: - What the hell? -
- Yes, you read a bit 'in thought. Heck, you do not remember almost anything, you really cleared! And that lowers the eyebrow. -
- Who are you? And how come you know me? Where am I? -
- Look around, maybe you remember something, is more or less home. -
- There is too dark, I see ... -
- also have this zeroed? Stupid boy ... -
something like a lit candle, a flame that could illuminate a whole day. I stood before him is a blonde not bad, a slight smile seemed to mock maliciously. My eyes were studying, in fact, recalled. She was wearing something like a coat closed in front, below had nothing, she was naked. I looked down.
- Do not look at her tits. -
stood up eyes. Caught.
- I seen you somewhere ... -
- smart. Come on, guess. -
- Rachel? -
- Ssssi. But it is not my real name. From that you get there. -
- No, I do not get there! You had red hair and call you Rachel, I've known so two days ago! And I do not remember anything that night! -
- Oh, yeah. However, four months have passed now. Here, time flows differently. That night you kissed me, and since there were more accustomed for centuries to 'pause' and I was just out to find you, you went into a tailspin and slowly you began to remember. Very slowly. Do you remember why you had to kill Kruor for example? -
- Four months? I kissed you? I do not remember anything ... -
- Exactly. We've tried like hell, as usual. I've stealing a kiss and you're unconscious. I left and I waited for you I tried. I sent Ishmael when I realized that we would have done. And you did not answer. -
- Kruor I wanted to kill because he was an asshole. -
- Explain. -
- What's to explain? It was shit, I hated it because ... because ... -
A sudden jerk. Harpoons pulled me back, limbs fly forward and I realized I was happened in that position. The room shrank and went back to its original condition while recovering in a moment of breath. The sudden pain made me remember that I was not in that place of my own free will.
I was naked. Covered with very old scars. The mani piegate totalmente all'indietro, i piedi all'insù in avanti. Da alcuni tagli ai polsi e dai talloni, dalle scapole, da centinaia di buchi sulla schiena e da quei fottuti arpioni uscivano dei fili bianchi intrecciati, che si perdevano e univano alle pareti, facevano parte della stanza... una stanza rossa che si muoveva... che respirava. Rachel sorrise di più, intuii che aveva provocato lei quel sussulto, una punizione per non aver risposto. In passato lo faceva spesso...
Un altro ricordo. Una sorta di flash: cuscini, sangue ai piedi del letto e ridevamo con un bicchiere che ci passavamo a turno. Attorno respirava un muro di fuoco.
Si sedette su una roba bianca che uscì da una parete, a suo comando. Sentii una fitta the right side of the chest.
- Where are we? -
- Arrivaci. -
The walls were red and shiny and seemed soft, approaching and receding following a regular rhythm. There were tubes that pulsed, they were also around the columns that arched toward the ceiling and came together in a ... sternum?
- seems to be inside an animal. -
- Bravo. I could not describe it better. -
- EH? -
- We are inside of you, big guy. Now freed up. And hurry, moving days. -
- Ma .. how? And what should I do? I've locked inside of me? -
- Idiot. It was the only place where you would you be a refugee. Not yet in force and are looking for you. -
- But who is looking for me? Shit, I need a cigarette and at least a quart of Jack Daniel's ... -
- before you free before you have them. And you have to ask them as you usually do. -
- And as I usually do? And give me a clue! If we are really inside of me, and I think it is bullshit, then you know how I do! -
- Log in 'pause', no? Think about how you got there the last time, to your mood. -
- pissed off and drunk? -
- Exactly. What do these two things in common? -
- I'm dreaming ... It is not the real thing up is a joke idiot with special effects ... And I would even know why I'm naked! -
- Ok ... You're naked because of the clothes you need only outside, the scars we have for millennia, from the first battles. You're chained inside yourself because you still have to remember and leave what you were. Up for you is so easy not to think about ... -
- not thinking? Are you calling me the empty head? -
- For once I do ... The six, but now has nothing to do. We proved that we are inside. Watch the ribs on the right. -
raised his left arm and leaned towards you, the columns came up and broke away from the red wall. I lowered my eyes, I could press: my ribs were returned a few inches. The columns were a few feet closer to Rachel. Luckily it was not bad, it would have been passing out again ... And now I feel sick for what I saw.
now I do. But what the hell I was kicked out of stuff? I swear, if I can not get out alive contempt more my monotonous life without alcohol and call center spot!
He let go of his arm, the columns returned in place of shooting and I felt better when I came back to even place the ribs.
- Now do you believe? Come on, concentrate on the feelings you had when you were drunk. Tell me. -
- But I'm not good at describing! -
- You say that every time you do not want to talk ... Come on, shoot. - He put the candle on the floor.
- So ... I was empty, confused, I felt a breath on my neck ... -
As I remembered the feeling, my body became light, the wires to the wrists and feet were detached with snaps very strong and disappeared into the walls. I was hanging on the back, arms and legs dangling. Rachel jumped and cheered happily.
- Bravo! Bravo! Haha! Again! -
- Wait ... my feet are still ... -
My feet do not 'were still'. Even my hands were placed in position, I was no longer lame, the tendons were free and I was 'adjusting'.
But I was always hanging. And although I did not mention that a few fragments, the giant brooches across the chest were not mine.
Again, I could do it. Two deep breaths, the largest room twice more, and I would have made. I fell
stomach, felt sick inside out ... I coughed, jerky movements in and out.
The wires were gone, the harpoons are decomposed, the scars were always and I was naked, but I do not hurt anymore. Rachel came up, smiled, put his hand on my back holding my ground.
- Stand still, I unlocked the nervous system. -
- what is that? I ached all over, I do not say it was an anesthetic, because if it did not work well .-
- It worked all right. Would have died from the pain, idiot. -
hundreds of thousand needles tattoo crazy on the skin made me realize that he was right.
- Of course I'm right. -
- I'd like to read my mind 'bout. -
- No. Now how are you? -
- painful, but bearable. - I stood up. Was higher than usual.
- You have not stretched, you idiot. You're back to your original height. When we get out of here becomes Pendra Jack, with his height and his body. -
- Yeah, ok ... Now we understand even less ... Aside from the fact that I'm not Jack Pendra, right? -
- At last you got there! -
- and you do not call Rachel ... -
- More and more good. -
- You and sarcasm are childhood friends, right? Come on, what's your name? -
laughed heartily for some minutes. I began to get nervous.
- How I'll tell you, you begin to remember so many things, we'll be out of here in a while and you'll know. -
- Come on, tell me! -
- Keep calm, and breathes deeply. I would not faint again. It 's your favorite hobby .-
now - I am calm. Then I tell my though. -
- I will not need to tell you, I remember. I am Melrahsher. -
Here. No drum roll. No fireworks. Light wind, moonless night. I was outside, standing in the middle of the desert the first battle against Kruor. Someone looking for me again, the door was closed and I was out. Melrahsher with me and the other part of me, in another place. I
clothes Pendra Jack, and I would still call it done until I was served.
I still had the cigarette somewhere?
- No, but I have taken you from your home. Together with a zippo. -
- Uff ... I beg you, I'd like a little 'lonely at least in my thoughts every now and then. -
- The same reasoning your single neuron. -
looked at lighting a cigarette, I took a sigh of relief.
- Come on. - I said starting to walk.
- Where? -
- You know, I read minds ... She calls me the scar on my back itches. -
- Why do not you buy or do you make a sheath? Every time you scream for the evil that is ... -
- Because it's part of me, because his slider is my flesh. It 'came from there and there has to rest when not hungry. -
- Okay ... we pick Larish. -
- Melrahsher ... -
- Tell me. -
- You owe me a jacket .-
walked in silence for a few minutes, I knew where to go and how to find my sword. The companion of my travels I stopped with one hand on my shoulder and I turned toward her. Strangely not bothered me be touched by her.
- Welcome back Ba'al .-
smiled.
- It 's time to go. -

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Instead Of Period I Have A White Discharge

Something old ...

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Milena Velba White Shirt

Nina says something very good?



... very nice!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Fastest Production Seadoo

Clinical depression and whiskey in the sclera. Part Four.



five in the morning. The fog in the city began to be seen, the sounds became muffled and some hooker went home. The problem is that some knew them.
E 'bright enough not to hurt the eyes after a hangover, and dark enough not to be recognized if you are drunk.
always choose this time for the meeting with the messenger, every day has always been the same point of each village. I know there are places to meet predetermined even in deserts or in the ocean, but now I would be served in any case if I was concerned I would have known by instinct. We take these things to look for their lost relatives ... cock.
My meeting place was a building decadent and decayed, that kind of barely suitable to receive the toxic dose for them, but it was put to believe that they too would have their reservations.
I had to walk two more miles, and the idea of \u200b\u200bwalking made me tired even before starting. On the night bus was missing half an hour, so I took the opportunity to get something to eat at a fast food, too poor to take a taxi. The beauty of these places is that if you hunger, there is always something open, if you're thirsty, there is always something open and if you want to fuck ... well, same thing. The place was a typical diner, open 24 hours than 24, American film style. What he was doing in this fucking desert metropolitan own I had no idea, but the smell of food was a burst of poetry to my nostrils.
I opened the door to the spring of that caravan and I too grew up in a grimace that he had also noted that the bell, as the resale of liquor Simon. I began to hate those things.
I looked at the place: the bar on the left throughout the room and tables on the right. Bathroom basically perfect. I would not have confused at least.
Two of the three tables were occupied. One housed a homeless drunk who purred, the other a heterosexual couple of goth, romantic ones that give meaning to death, as if death cared something about being romantic or not.
stereotypes like the best that you meet, there were some stools at the counter, of which only one is occupied by a kind of paunchy worker suspected that something to be sipped coffee. But what the hell to do the people at five in the morning? Probably the vast majority of people going around looking for these bars massacred by time, apparently.
I laid the ass on the stool next to the till, and was soon to shoot from behind the counter a sort of barbie di cinquant'anni circa, come il chewing gum che masticava noncurante dell'inquinamento acustico che provocava.
Esordì con uno squillante:
- Cosa ti porto, tesoro?
Probabilmente era una di quelle che chiamavano "tesoro" anche il commercialista, o il gatto, o il tappeto davanti alla porta.
- Pane tostato, due uova sode e una birra grande.
- Non posso venderti alcolici a quest'ora.
- La birra non è un alcolico, è uno stile di vita. Vuoi sopprimere la mia esistenza, "tesoro" ?
Il tipo di fianco a me, l'operaio, fece un ghigno divertito senza levare lo sguardo dalla tazza mentre beveva, stile "ho sentito, ma non ci sono". The fossil
waitress walked away and went to give the order to the kitchen, fearfully hidden from view of customers. There had to be a fashion that I did not know, because she mumbled something. Apparently all he muttered. Cabbages, so use this term that is losing meaning ...
looked a bit 'the guy at my side. He turned and a deep husky voice and asked me with warm air:
- Is something wrong? -
- No, I thought I saw you somewhere, but maybe I'm wrong .- I said.
He looked at me wearily: - Possibly, you see so many people in life that is sometimes very difficult to remember all .-
Too much wisdom for a worker who was sipping coffee. He returned to Miss Honey and leaned on the counter of my order, with a beer straight out of a relic of World War II. At least it was cold.
I took a sip and it was not bad. Before you bite into the first slice of toast, dark to be sure the Middle East, I stopped the arm with a hand reminiscent of the burned skin of a chicken: - I am 6 and 80, beautiful .-
- Before I was a baby, now 'beautiful'. Are downgraded or evolved? - And handed her a bill of ten: - Do not keep the rest .- He left and said impatiently aloud: - But all you have to mumble something when you leave? What the fuck is a disease? - I swear, I was really annoyed. The tramp woke up suddenly, looked around and began to sleep and snore, the goths looked at me like I had leprosy with the typical faces of the nobles who see the dregs for the first time and the worker did the expression of before. Apparently he had one of those bottomless cups they sell on TV, as he continued to drink.
The eggs were undercooked, still a bit 'in and out of the chick. The bread was charred and the old beer, but cool. I was fine.
- How do you eat that stuff? - She asked the classmate.
- It's called hunger. And how do you keep a cup for so long? Had it been a pipe I would have charged at least three times .-
smiled and placed his immortal cup on the counter for the first time: - The important thing is not how long you keep what you have, but how you feel .-
was beginning to intrigue me: - I am Jack
.- - I name is Ishmael-
Everything began to turn myself around, and it was not beer. Only a kind of sudden mental vortex, which immediately stopped. The doors and windows were closed, but a slight wind made a little flutter 'sheets of orders and lifted the cloth. I found my contact.
I stood silent for a moment, then asked: - There are still many who roam the night as we do? -
ate the leaf and said that more answer: - There is now no longer so many people. Few, but good, and are not what they show. You cloves lot, even if you're dressed in black .-
Ok. They're looking for. I wonder what I did before I forget again.
- Can I buy you a coffee? - I asked Ishmael.
- I do not drink coffee .-
- So take what the fuck you want, my treat .-
He called the chewing gum of the Jurassic and ordered a Chivas Regal. Probably not the contacts or messengers were teetotalers.
waited for him to finish his drink, as I watched him and thought it would be like after. Everything changes, when there were people.
He finished his drink, paid, presi una birra da portare via e lui tenne la tazza portandola con se.
All'uscita suonò ancora quel fottuto campanello. Alzai un braccio e strappai tutta quella roba dalla porta. La cameriera rimase sotto shock, i goths tirarono un sospiro di sollievo, Ismaele rise e io mi sentii più sollevato. Il barbone probabilmente era morto: non russava più e teneva ancora gli occhi chiusi.
Buttai sul marciapiede quella roba odiosa e comincia a seguire l'uomo tazza. Per dieci minuti non disse niente, continuava a sorseggiare. Dovetti rompere io il ghiaccio: - Perché non ti fai vedere meglio? Non ti sta bene quell'aspetto.-
Rise di nuovo, rimenendo di spalle. Rimase fermo, senza girarsi, un lieve fumo cominciò to wrap.
When the smoke cleared, it was wrapped in a black coat, with very high collar.
- Of course you're a pretty boring stereotype .- I said bored. He only changed the clothes, even the cup was still in his hand.
- I am so comfortable .-
- And the cup? There were so when you bought the dress in the eighteenth century .-
batman - I like the cup, and there's one thing I can always find .-
- Your self-esteem? -
Rise of taste - I have said you were shit, but not weighed was funny! -
I did not feel funny.
- What the hell is in that cup? -
- There you are. Or rather, what I need to know about you .-
- Spit it then it must have a take taste .-
- It 's very intense, and I'm sure not make fun of my clothes if I knew your .-
- Do not take them around. I do not need. Rather, as we go from there? -
- Walking .-
- You're a pain in the ass .-
- I know not .-
we took the bus, and I did not want to walk. But if a contact wants to walk and lose time, it means that those who called me is not ready yet and needs time to prepare questions and welcome.
The beer was ending.
- Got a cigarette? -
- Do not smoke .-
- This sign me .-
five more minutes passed and turned towards me, he had finished the contents of the cup and crying.
- At your age you cry? Come on, I'll buy you another cup of coffee or something stronger .-
- I'm sorry ... -
- What? -
- All you've lived ... It hurts. I understand that you want to forget ...-
became serious, I was pissed.
- Who gave you that cup? Tell me! -
- you know already, we're going to her. In fact, you're going, I do not need it now. Maybe we will meet somewhere else or at another time .-
- you? -
- You're about to meet her .-
- But I must break my ass to cal ... -
were two. Two very sharp stabbing pains and height of the shoulder blades. I screamed like a madman, I dropped the bottle did not break, some cats escaped from the dumpsters in the alley next door, a dog began to howl in despair.
The pain was slow, strong, sharp and steady. He always went ahead, I departed.
under the shoulders, chest, two bright red spots and they made their way out of my skin, screwed and tearing muscles and clothes. I looked incredulous, his mouth still open, but I could not to scream. A few tears down her cheeks. Red tears.
I turned my eyes on Ishmael looked at me with pity, as if he knew what this kind of torture. He was the voice of an old man who has had many wars when he said
- You have white eyes. Completely. We quickly resume your characteristics .-
With a sort of gasp, I tried to speak
- P. .. e. .. r. .. c. .. h. ..-
- Do not you go into 'pause' because you do not have the permission. And luckily you have got good conscience, otherwise we could not have ever made .-
Meanwhile, the business came from my heart had reached a length of about ten centimeters, and out sprang forward, followed by cables that looked like steel, covered by my blood and my flesh to shreds.
will open as an umbrella and went back, sinking hooks on my body. All the air from the lungs suddenly came to me when I was thrown on the road back a few meters. I felt faint, was a fucking bad. Those fucking harpoon pulled me and dragged back, I saw blurred the man away and threw the cup on the ground in a wave of broken shards.
I was about to lose consciousness, and tore threw the harpoon, the skin was stretched and appeared to tear a slow draining. I saw the reflection of street lights on that I had left pools of blood on the asphalt, my eyes were shut out in the dark so that I liked in the past.
I tried to keep a glimmer of lucidity, but it was hard, I could not ... A final sentence of the man in the cup, just like a sigh which made much noise that I was released just before the url:
- Mi ... you ... a ... ...- jacket
fainted.

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Monday, September 13, 2010

How To Make A Monk Bracelet

Clinical depression and whiskey in the sclera. Third party.



had blown only once. Some kind of warning, as if to say: "Hey, ass-face! There are still."
I hoped he did sober up or go away, if it were a new disease of fucking shit. But no, his presence seemed to me only negligible, by drunk. But there was the same.
I had to ask where it came from, but I just need to levarmelo by the balls.
grabbed the Cutty Sark and I motioned for Joseph to follow me as I walked into the back of the room. We left Simon to open the shop for the afternoon shift and serve some other fortified or occasional bum or new age.
I had no desire to speak, and let me tell you a little 'Smile for Life, which I did without any question. I took two wooden boxes and put them on the ground: we now had the chairs.
- at least you listening? - He complained Teeth Casual.
- No - replied dryly.
- Fuck Jack. However summarize: I have a flat in the center and a disability pension because working in a factory of detergents, chemicals have damaged my eyes. -
- Bullshit .-
- True. But my lawyer was able to show that it was the truth. -
- Bevi.Hai cigarettes? I handed him the bottle .-
- No Tobacco and maps if you want. -
picked up the bottle and pulled out from his jeans pocket a packet of Golden Virginia.
- Do not you have yours?! He complained as I took the bag of tobacco .-
- yes - I turned
a cigarette and lit it with zippo. Cicciocapriccio came after two seconds flat, and opening the curtain that separated the closet where we were, she said, almost stammering
- Smoking is not allowed here though ...-
- Even beyond shit. - And pointed to the other side of the curtain behind him.
He left muttering something like "mule", but it felt good.
continued to drink and smoke. The floor was filled with cigarette butts died during the fulfillment of their craft, and their heads were getting lighter. Without taking the piss from the box-seat, stretched out his arm and took a bottle at random from a box at random. Tequila time. Ay Caramba, I'm going heavy! Better to end it quickly. You are tequila? I have to finish. Smile not stand the pace, his eyelids began a dare segni di cedimento.
- Oh! Che ore sono? - Gli chiesi scuotendolo per una spalla.
- Eh? Ah, sono quasi le sei... -
Decisi di lasciarlo dormire un po', così avrei avuto del tempo per riflettere da solo.
Non riuscii a farlo. Appena svitai il tappo della José Cuervo, la lasciai cadere sul pavimento, tra i miei piedi, dove si ruppe e sparse il suo contenuto ad affogare i cadaveri delle sigarette. Smile si scosse e si svegliò, non capendo per un attimo dove si trovasse. Mi guardò.
Avevo la fronte corrugata e le mascelle serrate. Ero incazzato. Ero furioso. Il respiro rompipalle si fece sentire ancora, ma stavolta era rapido, sembrava quello di un toro alla corrida. I jumped up and almost tore the curtain and smile as I left the closet behind me wondering what the fuck I was taken suddenly. At that moment they heard the doorbell ringing, Simon looked at me scared and he appeared in the doorway. John Doe.
He stopped a few steps from the door, eyes wide with surprise and terror. A voice that seemed to whistle a deep breath and joined to the felt on his neck, told me to start. I knew instinctively what I should start doing, and I did not hesitate. Reached with a jump that guy, who tried to protect himself by bringing his hands forward, to no avail. - You can not already be at this point! - Shouted at the top of his voice.
The environment turned gray and misshapen, time stopped. I opened my right hand and arm in a gesture of dilaniai the chest, as if I had the talons. The weather now began to flow, things returned to their colors and their actual size.
I was standing in front of him. He collapsed to his knees and clasped his hands on the bleeding wound.
I sensed that there were still at the counter and Joseph Simon Based on the smell of shit emanating from the fat of the beaver and the voice that choked said - Oh, shit! .-
revolves around the mysterious John Doe plan, without taking his eyes off him.
- Do not! Please! - Begged, coughing. I was growling
softly. I licked my hand soaked with his blood and felt a shiver of intense pleasure. The grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled them back. He looked up toward my face grinning, full of sheer terror. I opened my mouth a little, showing the canines that felt pulsating. Cala's head shot on his pale neck and bites with all the strength I had, almost decapitating the bastard. I let go the grip of the teeth, spit a considerable part of his trachea and took his hand from her hair. He slumped forward, inert.
I turned around, sank a hand into the wound that I had in my chest and tore my heart, along with the pendant around his neck. The breath was gone.
looked at the heart I kept in my right hand and began to melt. The body on the ground was melting in the same way, and quickly disappeared both. I got up and spat contemptuously on the stain remained on the floor, putting the pendant around his neck, rediscovering feelings that I had found. I was no longer angry, I felt satisfied.
I turned and saw that there was no one. I went to look behind the curtain and discovered, not without a smile, that these two had escaped by a narrow window at the top that I had never noticed, using the shelf that covered it as a ladder. They dropped at least a dozen boxes full of bottles, and the room you could smell the fear of Simon Brand and spirits of various general.
Poor devils, I must have frightened them to death, I thought.
I left the room, I adjusted the neck and noticed that the blood was gone from my hands like other times in the past, back when I was doing my rounds at night. I smiled.
Finally I was able to eliminate Kruor.
Finally, after centuries, remembered.
And I was hungry.

Friday, September 3, 2010

How To Buy New Seats For Harris Float Bote

Clinical depression and whiskey in the sclera. Part Two.



I was pretty amazed.
I tried to say something more in the stillness of the scene, feeling a po'cretino, either out loud that in a low voice. I found out that whispering, the air moving around as if I had given birth a kind of wind with words and screaming all the things nearby were planted as a wave that moved and distorted the image of them, without altering them after they passed.
I tried to touch one finger on the rifle Simon.
At that exact order as you pressed a switch, I heard the sigh continuously during the break (now named the fucking situation that blocked any movement around him) stopped, and unlike other times, everything began to move immediately.
as if they had thrown the gun away from me, the banged violently on the wall in front of me while I touched him, literally tearing it by greasy paws dell'idiota who brandished. The bullet right in the center of one of the bottles that were still suspended in the air, and the other two were smashed to the ground.
Simon remained in position for a moment of stupid when he was shot, then turned toward me, eyes wide with terror deeper. He thought he hit me, the shit, and certainly did not expect to find at his side at that very moment, as I did not, moreover, I would have expected.
I raised my hands, he looked at the rifle that was destroyed on the floor, with its pieces scattered like birdseed for poultry.
- It was not me! ...- At least I think I exclaimed.
While the acrid smell of liquor is sprinkled nerll'aria, turned again towards me, his eyes looked up and fainted, squeezing his ass shit.
I lowered my hands and scratched the goatee, completely stoned by what had happened. I went behind the counter and tried to help, China, the paunchy Simon. Okay, I had just shot, but after all it was a good fellow, was selling liquor and could give me some explanation. In fact, he had to.
I held my breath to avoid the disgusting stench of sewage and gave the blows to human pudding that, when I heard the door open.
Covered by the counter, I saw who came in, but I distinctly heard the frightened voice, hoarse and deep, which commenced with a nice:-What the fuck happened here?! -
Without lean ordered: Porta-ass back here, a fat man's ill .-
I jumped uncertain steps up the pieces of broken bottles and came after a moment's hesitation. The face that leaned toward me and Simon belonged to a forty-year grizzled, crooked teeth and glasses loser as the sticks during a game in Shanghai. He grimaced sniffing the air.
-Bring me a bottle of Bourbon and while you're shut the door and put the sign "closed". Lock it
.- The man did as he had ordered, he returned with a bottle of Jim Beam and handed it to me, and with the same face of the first hour looked intrigued by the strange situation who had welcomed him.
Stappai the bottle and I asked, "Do you think he will find? -
-I do not know, this is for me .-
So saying I took a hearty drink, and resting on the floor, my sweet companion still open, graziai him unconscious with a slap that made my hand hurt. He woke up immediately, more stupid than before and longer printed with five fingers on his left cheek.
-all right? Did you pass the homicidal mania? -
not lost the habit of opening your eyes and scream, and as he did, he sat up with his hands dragging his ass into the wall behind him, without taking his eyes off me . The
type came just became frightened and stepped back, then returned almost immediately to the curiosity and ask
-What the hell was I stupid? -
-A ingollai know ...- And another shot of whiskey .
I laid the bottle again and looked uptight and boring:
-Finished? -
The right hand rested my hand back on Jim, but not his mouth. Not getting that idiot from the miasma that now moved his mouth like a fish to air, I had yet to question him. The new She looked at me like a thunderbolt from Simon and vice versa.
"Then, Buffalo Bill, before m'incazzi, tell me why you tried to stuff them like a turkey. Ah, si può fumare in questa bettola? Chissenefrega.-
Continuava a fare il pesce. Quell'altro continuava a svitarsi la testa.
-Vuoi una sigaretta? E tu?-
Lo straniero fece si con la testa e gli passai una Lucky. Mi fece accendere con un fiammifero che servì ad accendere anche la sua paglia.
Mi sedetti a gambe incrociate sul pavimento, attento alla striscia di merda, il whisky a portata di mano.
Allungai la mano verso la new entry:
-Io sono Jack, il cagone è Simon. Spiacente di conoscerti in questa situazione da Pulp Fiction. Se ti può consolare, offre la casa su tutto ciò che devi prendere, tanto ciccio questo me lo deve.
E indicai Simon.
The man adjusted his glasses with a finger before shaking my hand. Close to mullet depressed. Simon had finished gasping and staring at my empty mug swallowing.
"I am Joseph, but everyone calls me Smile. You know, for teeth-...-
Imagination reigns supreme. Whisky? -
I handed him the bottle. The type did not disappoint me, he also appreciated the malt. He coughed after drinking. He started to hand me the drink, then thought better of it and took another long sip. I smiled a smile while I held the sign of Jim and pass me another bottle of liquor off the shelf at random. He returned with a Cutty Sark, the stuff of connoisseurs. Staggered a bit. -Do you know how
this stuff costs, Smile? -
-Enough to take advantage of it if someone tells you "on the house" -
burst into laughter as I happened for days now, and unscrewing the Cutty, Smile joined the guffaw, putting in shows the reason for his nickname. Simon winced.
-So Sleeping Beauty in the dung, you can talk now? Come on, drink too, maybe I'll melt your tongue. Not even finished the sentence that I almost tore my hand held out to him taking the bottle, and with one gulp he sent down a third, pointing out the act with a belch.
I turned off the stub on the counter, getting up. My head was spinning, but no break was coming: it was the alcohol. Finally a bit 'effect.
-Good Smile, now you can go back to your commitments. Thanks for your help .-
He looked at me as if I were kidding.
-No way! Now I want to know what happened. And then, besides not having a shit to do here is to drink enough to live .-
guy, I almost trust.
-Ok, do this: pick up the phone and order something to eat: it is almost time for lunch. Chinese OK?
-Perfect. For many orders, two or three? -
-Four. Simon calls a "little" more than us .-
I helped the poor to stand up and took his bottle. Luckily it was quiet: miracles of alcohol.
Even Smile stubbed out his cigarette on the counter by placing the handset.
"Then, Simon. Go and wash in the bathroom in the back. For now, forget all of what has happened, clean casino and eat when I get the slop .-
Smile's hand rested on my shoulder and, drawing back, looked at him and said,
-Excuse me, but I can not stand the contact with other people who are not me. What do you want? -
drew back his hand and said,
-Are not you afraid that you run away? -
.--No-Why? -
-For at least three reasons:
1: Did you hear that There will be food;
2: There are no windows or doors in the back;
3: sucks .- The third-
does not seem a convincing reason .-
-say? But it is true .-
He shrugged.
Behind the counter I found a broom and threw it to Beaver, who took a bit 'awkward. I took another, and swept the room. While they felt the ground lavavamo flushing the toilet behind the shop and saw Simon back, which fortunately had found a clean pair of pants.
-Why we must clean this crap? -
I looked up to Dentistorti:
-I do not know you, but the sewage disturb my eating with their scent .-
in-One zero for you .-
The fat remained spellbound in front of the curtain separating the back from the rest of the room.
-Dai Simon, come here, do not worry. We are calm and wait for the food .-
I put in place the broom and knocked on the door. A boy about sixteen eastern handed me a package covered with ideograms and paid more or less the price of a plasma television. I closed the door with a kick without lock and turned triumphantly to the two meat puppets.
-Pappa! -
approached grabbed another bottle from the shelf now that was dangerously draining.
-
But back here, there are still two open bottles
...- Simon's voice came quavering to my ears.
-Toh! The princess has regained his usual loquacity! -
I laid the package and the bottle on the counter and I served ignoring the fat. I gave Simon two portions and the others I score and Joseph.
Sit down and eat with chopsticks in hand in silence, and I noticed for the first time since Simon did suck and swallowed his food.
-But you always drink so much? -
Smile stared at me in disbelief.
No, only when I breathe .-
In fact I was drunk as a penguin in a vat of vodka, but it was the only way of not thinking about that fucking sigh.
I was drunk enough to enjoy the finer things in life, and I liked the idea that this feeling he would soon be gone, replaced by my incurable chronic pessimism, I actually called realism.
restore calm the lit another cigarette and, as always accompanied by the spirits that offered the post, I stared at Simon expelling a puff of smoke gray-blue.
-Shoot. And this time figuratively
.- The man lowered his eyes as if to apologize, and with his usual high-pitched voice of the cock began:
-I should have known. I was an idiot. I've known you too long and I apologize for having doubted you .-
I turned to smile, hoping you could help me understand, but who knew him?
-are you talking about? -
-After you left with the red last night, a strange little man came into the store as I closed for the night .-
I took a sip and began to really listen to what Big Belly was saying.
-I was about to turn the sign to "closed", when a figure dressed in black appeared out of the door. At first I thought it was you, Jack, who returns to resume that you left your wallet on the counter. After all, this man was as tall as you and it was already dark outside. So I opened it again and I turned around to fetch what you forgot to ridartelo. The man's voice told me to stop where I was, and his tone made me realize that you were not you. I turned and saw a tall man as you, as I said, but a little 'more delicate. He was wearing clothes that looked very much yours, but if there is something darker than black, well, those were. Seemed to merge with the darkness that could be seen outside the door, and the street light that was on the street again I thought it was stoned by children running around here. The man had a strange symbol just below the collar, which then turns out to be a medallion .-
-Can you describe it? It may help to find him .-
-I do not think it is difficult to find, even without that detail. Said to be a police officer of the division murders, so when showed me the badge I trusted him immediately. He said his name was John Doe. However the symbol was a kind of dagger with a curved red scorpion that enveloped .-
-You're right, you're an idiot .-
Why? -
-John Doe is the name given to corpses identified .-
-Mica is a coroner! However, had the distinctive .-
Smile interjected:
-Per case was equal to it? -
He pulled from his pocket a silver stuff and handed it to Simon.
-Si, is the same! You're a cop? -
No, my grandson has found in cereals. He had it twice and gave it to me .-
I laughed like a madman until I stopped the smoker's cough and Simon flushed with anger, realizing there fell like a fool. Smile smiled and went back in his pocket toy.
-Fuck! Let me finish at least! I mean, this guy goes, it shows her face pale, sunglasses and hair matrix even blacks, long and smooth. Then he tells me to stop and says, 'I'm looking for a person ... It' s very dangerous. " I said, 'What have I to do? " And he again: "It 's been sighted in this area. It' s a cold-blooded killer. It seems that before the killing, and does so with different types of knives hidden in his jacket, asked the victims if they know what is this, that leaves as a signature for his crimes. "He pulled out a business equal to that which you showed me you.
-I believe that you shit on me .-
-Do not remind me, please. And I have to explain how did you get next to me while I was shooting. However, I also said that if I had something to report on this killer I could call this number.
He handed me a note neutral, white and on a cell phone number and a name: John Doe.
Smile raised an eyebrow.
looked Simon
-Let me explain how I go so fast around you: you were wrong and you're unconscious aims. The rest .- You just dreamed
-E the gun as he did to end like this? -
He pointed to the floor.
-What I know, the gun is yours, it was bad ... Now we call this guy .-
-I agree with Jack .-
Smile had listened carefully, and opening his mouth he felt compelled to give his opinion.
-And who is that? What do you want? -
-What is it, Simon? You can enter a fake cop and you do not trust one of you has also swept the shop? Stop asking questions and bitches call this self-styled police officer. Mr. John Doe or how the fuck you call me to clarify a bit 'of things .-
drank, lit a cigarette and I got up to sit on the counter. I was drunk, and when I felt I accigliai a new family breath on her neck.

Next week, the third party.
Jack Pendra.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Create Proshow Gold Backgrounds

All new Apple music event of September 1

Grande evento ieri sera, che non ha deluso le aspettative.

Principali novità:
1. Rinnovamento della linea iPods: iPod Shuffle e iPod Nano, ideali per fare sport godendosi la propria musica. E naturalmente iPod Touch, con Retina Display, processore Apple A4, fotocamera frontale con FaceTime, e fotocamera posteriore che permette anche di girare video in HD.
2. Introduzione (dalla settimana prossima), del fw 4.1 per iPhone e iPod Touch. Tra le novità più interessanti, l'implementazione del Game Center e l'introduzione di un nuovo sistema di scattare le fotografie, il cosiddetto HDR.
3. Annuncio dell'uscita in Novembre del fw 4.2 per iPhone, iPod Touch e anche per iPad. Con questa release, anche il tablet Apple will be multitasking, folders (directories) and the system of AirPlay, which allows you to stream photos music and video without wires, then.
4. The new Apple TV, renewed in line (the size is 1 / 4 compared to the previous) and functions, above all, the ability to rent movies and TV series. Secondly, we have the ability to browse the Internet via WiFi or Ethernet cable, and watch videos on YouTube or other content on MobileMe. Currently only available in USA, and the price is amazing, $ 99.

As usual, Apple events never disappoint. I personally am not a fan of iPod, iPhone and iPad am convinced that I did not do much good. However, I remain always admired the way in which this company manages to innovate without ever falling into the trite or obvious

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Doujinshi Sasusaku Handmade Heart

After iOS4, still need to Jailbreak?



little over a month ago, Apple has released iPhone and iPod Touch users, the Update your class A +, the IOS 4.0.

The new firmware has brought with it several new measures on all three: multitasking, custom wallpaper, and subdivision applications in folders.

As we know, however, these three important new features were already available with the previous firmware, tweak through Cydia. For multitasking was backgrounder (abbinato a ProSwitcher o a Circuitous), per gli sfondi c'era Winterboard )che però consumava molta batteria e RAM) e per le cartelle c'era Categories (il cui funzionamento però era a volte compromesso da alcuni bug). 

Apple allora ha deciso di implementare queste tre funzioni e di renderle native, dunque "di serie", permettendoci di risparmiare batteria e RAM (si sa, Apple fa le cose fatte bene). 

Dunque la domanda ora, è: ma il Jailbreak serve ancora? Per me sì.

A mio parere un'applicazione come BiteSMS è fondamentale in quanto è davvero troppo comoda and much better native Messaging application.
MobileTerminal iFile and allow you to have complete control of the device, allowing us to have administrator privileges (these privileges, and frankly if we did not we, the owners of our device, who can them ???).
SBSettings allows us to have all the functions at your fingertips with a simple tap.

And these are the basic functions, if we MyWi application that allows us to use our device as a wifi hotspot. Or Veency the application that I reviewed here , which is able to let us control our device remotely from your Mac or PC.

So, in my opinion if you want to use your device to 100%, you can still do without the jailbreak.

What do you think?