"I didn't want to leave without telling you that our affair was not just a weekend thing.

It's worth one or even two more."

HAHAHHAHAHAH. Germans are still using ICQ. Don't worry. I still have my account just that I've not used it in 10 years. Add me - 78114118 (genuine no.) No, I'm not going to be downloading ICQ.


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deepsky - ghost
Ursprüngliche Nachricht:

> Which mix are you enquiring on?
> Original or Filo & Peri mix?
>
> Have them at ...

thanks for the message, i mean Ursprüngliche Nachricht:

> Which mix are you enquiring on?
> Original or Filo & Peri mix?
>
> Have them at ...

thanks for the message, i mean the Deepsky - Ghost vs Eighties, the original well. Where are you from? I'am from germany and you have a talla2XLC Mix in your profile (its a german DJ?!). Talla do produce great music too. I think i have a record from Talla 2XLC, he do play on "sunshine live" (its a radio channel). You can write back at ICQ, my Number: 457-437-XXX. Than we can transmit the music^^

Sorry for the very bad english ;) I have only learned in Scool, and now happily i will learn a little more at my training.

mfg M!N!

So damn late but I just found out my physics teacher in ri is gay.

I was reading thru my friend's blog and his (edited) open letter was signed off with initials that were very familiar. A quick googling revealed his name. Apparently the headmaster kept him in school still.



Oh well.


I'm not sure how they cope. And anyway I think my lit teacher is too.





Just thankful that I really love pussies. =D

Snapshots adrift in the developing solution. They spoke of times of happiness, promises of the future, an uncharted world of wonderful possibilities.


Bathed in red light, he was seated on the floor, propped against the wall with a bottle of bleach in his hands.



Though he knew she didn't meant it, he can't help but to ponder. Would his pregnant wife be living more comfortably now had he had ventured elsewhere?





FUCK.

Her beauty was withering, she was writhing; wasted, bedridden.



It was all dark. He woke up with such a startle. He heard cries. Agonizing sobs. She was crying in her room. Crying at 5 in the morning. But his room was quiet, so quiet that he could hear static pulsing away in the electric cables.




He does not dream, for he has neither yearnings nor recollections of the past. However he sees glimpses of the future. And he saw her, sleeping so blissfully on his bed. He daren't breathe for fear of waking the maiden. She seemed to blush gently with secret joy with each rise, each fall of her breasts.



Has it always been the same girl? He isn't sure. He doesn't want to be sure. He's afraid. Very afraid. Because he has been looking at the pieces in reverse chronological order, and they seem almost set in their places.

I'm such a sentimental prick! (what a garang guni right.)

hahah. throwing things out finally.

Aw fuck.

I caught a glimpse of the future.


Oh man. It's a wasted year.




(I hope I'm really wrong.)

Okay as requested. :D

[I seriously have OCD lah. Must re-tie until I'm really satisfied. I've not tried powering it up though. Hope I won't fry anything. :O]

I guess the problem is not with that group of people.

Perhaps it's because you are some sort of helpless romantic.

You are a natural when it comes to 'facial' profiling (you know what I mean - I've always talked about recognizing an asshole on first look). Go for good ones. Not nice ones. Because everyone can be nice. A g (gangster) can be subjectively nice too. But there are certain traits that will not die off. Stereotyping, but most of the time stereotypes hold.

Maybe patience helps.

<3 you always.

[but don't look to me for the solution. =(]

Got these from carrying some stuff. No cuts nothing.

I seem to have hyper histaminic reactions. I wonder what's the cause and if it will go away by itself.

Think getting old already.

Cannot stand texting and internet. Calling is still the best.