Mike James, Azimuth Design

汉字



tiger snow (on your skin!)



Japanese Cherry Blossom Snow Ra Osamu

! (; P )

eyes, hands, lips, back, legs and breasts perfume of jasmine

warrior



(Sono più o meno tutti quelli che so ... dubito fortemente bastino a scrivere una poesia, tantomeno a descrivere una persona; magari però I can do a portrait of focus, the work of a child or someone who can not draw!
I always wanted to learn languages \u200b\u200bin a thousand words, letters and alphabets forgotten
think without fear of being understood
and communicate without fear of being misunderstood
the words are the key things
for now maybe I can make enough
I think these are sufficient for the concepts that I want to open
for everything I want to talk. Who knows what tomorrow
learn more!)

(Ah, then there are "okasaan" and "matte" but I do not know how to write ...)

Max Payne No Cd.toast.zip

The worst fiction virtual reality.

A quiet Sunday morning. A father who wants to share the hobby of sixteen year old son. Then an altercation and his father off the play-station links. We find the larynx with a blunt knife kitchen, the young man is rushed to take a high rate. Why then do we wonder about what happens at football matches? It is not only bullying, only ultras, delinquency only. E 'overt aggression of the worst brand, which originated from the difficulty to interpersonal communication and the aggregation of peaceful and democratic groups in comparison. E 'fear of the terror of those who do not know, despite his father and when he amazes with an unexpected reaction, must be annihilated. Occcorre set up groups of cultural affinity and tasteful, open to all, get out, discuss, educate and art educators, Art and sink even consider more worthy of attention and consideration. If not do it, we will feel all alone. And what do you think? We sold maybe just thinking about exams?

How Did Transportation Change

Our meetings ... wonderful!

Dear students. Like every year a sense of excitement took hold of me, when I had to tell the end of the meetings 2009/10. Everything is provisional, life itself is. Everything ends.
I wish it would end, at least, the wonderful relationship we have established. You were amazing the commitment and perseverance, at the cost of sacrifice and dedication.
With some of you are better known, we sipped coffee together and I hope we can continue with pizza and drinks. But I would
, that others come close, even during the reception (Monday 12.30) or write here for another day, if they can not speak at the reception. I intend to be with you, that little group of friends who usually is every year, and that I hope will go forward and promote a mutual exchange. I can assure you the utmost sincerity and understanding, and treated as equals, which goes beyond the usual patterns. No wonder. Anyone who knows me knows I'm outside the box and maybe with some wheel out of place. Patience, I think I'm good and not to harm anyone. I expect you soon.
I greet you and thank you so, but with a bye, because we see each other again. A special greeting to those absent from the last meeting, (I have excellent memory) among all "Uzeda, Rita, Roberto etc.

Bottomless & Topless Vedios

disjointed dialogue of the day

Guy 1: "Two lovers, and what they do , two lovers? "
Guy 2: "They talk di cose inutili, si cercano in continuazione, fissano il vuoto con sguardo ebete, guardano le stelle e muoiono di sospiri se non si vedono per più di due giorni."

Cake Decorating Ballet

Cherry blossom!

Best Friends Candid-hd

What I like to happen in 2012. Hysteria

circulating strange as fantastic nonsense about the end of the world in 2012, probably the result of a catastrophic vision of the reality that surrounds us. It all goes apart, but in human terms, why do not we join, why do we forget the solidarity, because we can not fraternize and to understand that we are all in the same boat in the sea of \u200b\u200blife that we know the swell, as in the face of the Gorgon Didyma and we can not squeeze in a warm embrace to make us feel not alone! So from this ill-concealed despair, shoot someone in the spring of the tragic end, almost paradoxically, was the salvation, such as those implementing the mass suicide. The real end of the world, would be the end of selfishness and the rebirth of humanism.
I wish everyone had work, I want a university that would guarantee the future, I would like students did not consider Profs. as their counterparts, I would like the judges will perform when there is no conclusive evidence as in the case of Tree Stasi, not condemn Raffaele and Amanda if the evidence fails. I would like Bindi Rosj you wash your soul, and Berlusconi was thinking more the dispossessed, I'd like Bersani halves its obsession with Berlusconi, I would like anyone aggredisse Pope or other, I'd like Big Brother celebrated its latest edition, I'd like Maria De Filippi did broadcasts less mawkish and I'd also have more students like those I have, but bolder in approaching. I like that you do not judge by appearances.
would be the real end of this world, selfish, stupid, hypocritical, politically correct and full of prejudice.
If this were the end, so be it!

Draw An 8 Ball On A Cake

Gravitational balance

I think I could fall in this sky.
Gravity balances centrifugal spin*
and keep me down
but I feel like a little jump could be enough
to break this state of quiet
and to fling me over the clouds
over the edge of the sky, the orbit of the planets.
Flying in the outer space
acceleration, growing near lightspeed
would relent my personal time
making days long as years
making moments last forever.
I could turn into a little comet
an odd celestial body
Which flies by chance without a defined orbit
(of course by chance). It Could Be Enough
a little jump, maybe a shove

to overturn and break my world
this gravitational balance.
I'm Hoping You Will not shove me
'm Hoping you will.

* (or centripetal force or what the hell is!)

Southpark English Sub

The evenings waiting for you in the afternoon waiting for the evening

In morning outwardly empty but pregnant waiting
the way I look at the life out the window
things overlap and follow one another
placid flow like rivers, watch them pass, I do not care where they go
And the sun and wind and rain and wasted moments and hours that follow
and miles by car and on foot and faces and people and words more or less useless

and head is always somewhere else, while the scales to account
fish (fish do not think they know everything already)
or pretend to read absorbed.
Are you more or less everything I do
six more or less everything I do while I wait

to come to you.